"Your big brother is back!"
Those words were calm and steady, yet carried a power that could soothe the heart.
Yue Xiaofei stopped trembling. All his grievances and anger finally found an outlet.
Yue Feng reached out and gently pinched the specially made handcuffs binding Yue Xiaofei's hands.
Crack!
The handcuffs, forged from a special alloy, snapped apart, breaking into several pieces that fell to the ground.
"Brother..."
Yue Xiaofei flexed his mangled wrists and looked at the face before him, at once familiar and unfamiliar.
Five years!
His older brother carried himself with greater strength, and his features had grown more sharply defined, but the warmth of their blood bond had never changed.
"Xiaofei, you've suffered all these years."
Yue Feng spoke with a trace of guilt. "I failed to take care of you."
"I haven't suffered!"
Yue Xiaofei shook his head vigorously, his eyes burning with tears. "Brother, I understand!"
The brothers had a thousand things to say upon their reunion, yet all of them came down to those few simple words.
Yue Feng nodded, then turned to face Third Master Du.
"Du Asan, I'll give you three seconds to release everyone!"
"Or die!"
That single word, devoid of emotion, sent a shudder through Third Master Du.
He looked at Yue Feng, then at the thousand-plus fighter jets circling overhead, then at the Hell Legion standing behind Yue Feng, silent as a mountain.
Fight back?
With what?
Against over a thousand fighter jets?
An army tens of thousands strong?
What kind of fucking monster was this?!
He had spent his whole life in the criminal underworld, believing he could do whatever he pleased in Modu. Only today did he realize how laughable, how insignificant he truly was.
Before such absolute power, his so-called Azure Alliance and his title