Boom!
The question struck Hou Liangbing's heart like an invisible sledgehammer.
Coming to your ruler's rescue was only natural-it was a subject's duty!
But what if that lofty ruler personally braved a dragon's lair and a tiger's den for you?
You could only repay him by fighting to the death!
You could only repay him with your life!
At that moment, even standing on the opposing side, Hou Liangbing could not help feeling a trace of heartfelt awe toward the [Heavenly Dragon] he had never met.
"And then..."
Hou Liangbing's Adam's apple bobbed as he asked hoarsely, "What happened?"
"No one knows exactly what happened during those three days."
Zhang Beihai's voice carried the complicated emotions of someone recalling the past.
"All we know is that three days later, [Heavenly Dragon] walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, carrying the unconscious [Man-Rat] on his back."
"And the Black Prison, supposedly impregnable, became a sea of flames. Tens of thousands of enemy troops died. Not one survived."
"The head of that powerful warlord who had dominated the Golden Triangle was hung high on the compound's flagpole, displayed for three days!"
"After that battle, the name [Heavenly Dragon] became legendary! A saying began circulating among the world's top intelligence organizations-"
"Better to cross the King of Hell than the Heavenly Dragon!"
Zhang Beihai's voice turned stern again. "Now do you understand why those people in [Reverse Scale] would go this far for him?"
Hou Liangbing fell silent.
What else could he say?
The political maneuvering he took such pride in, the connections he depended on-against loyalty and devotion this absolute, they seemed so laughable, so utterly powerless.
"Director Zhang, I... I understand."
Hou Liangbing finally backed down, his voice filled with defeat.
"Half an hour!"
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