Feast
Li Bai ultimately failed to kill the remaining five Armored Nightmares. It wasn't that Commander Cui disagreed, nor that the mercenaries were green with envy and secretly sabotaging him in every way possible. Rather, just as he was preparing to act, the five Armored Nightmares seemed to receive an order simultaneously and fled in unison. They soon left the remote-control range of the unmanned reconnaissance drone and vanished without a trace.
Those damn things ran!!!
I'd spent the entire afternoon wrecking more than thirty swords and had finally forged a Great Sword. They should have obediently left their heads behind. Otherwise, all his painstaking effort had been for nothing. Did they have no respect for us working people?
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In the atrocious weather of that stormy night, even satellites and drones capable of flying higher and farther had trouble tracking them.
After waiting around like an idiot for half a day only to receive this news, Li Bai was so furious that he nearly started cursing his mother. No, wait—one couldn't curse one's mother. He could curse himself instead.
At home, Mom had the highest social status. She was enjoying life in the developed capitalist nation of Dongying. Xiao Bai came next, making a living on her own in a provincial capital city. Old Li had the least human rights, chewing sand in the Great Northwest and fighting heaven and earth from start to finish. This was very characteristically Chinese.
Comrade Li Wei: "..."
That really hit where it hurt, kid!
Ever since someone shouted, "My dad is Li*!"
Its historical significance was no less than, "The blue sky has died, the yellow sky shall rise; in the year of Jiazi, the world shall prosper!"
Betraying one's father was justice!
To commemorate the Webbing Belt that had been