Long Qianshan's words rang out with conviction!
Every word branded itself deep in Yue Xiaofei's heart.
He looked at the two gleaming medals on his chest and felt the excited, admiring gazes of more than a hundred thousand people around him.
At last, he understood what he carried on his shoulders.
It was more than his family's honor.
It was a nation's hope!
A people's future!
He drew a deep breath and slowly straightened his back!
He stopped refusing. He stopped trying to be modest.
Because he knew that from this moment on, he no longer represented only himself.
He had become a new symbol of the Dragon Kingdom!
Seeing Yue Xiaofei accept the honor, Long Qianshan smiled with satisfaction.
Long Qianshan turned toward the crowd and the cameras broadcasting across the country, raising the hand he held tightly clasped with Yue Xiaofei's!
Then, with every ounce of strength he had, he let out a cry that shook the heavens!
"Long live our hero!!"
"Long live the Dragon Kingdom!!"
Boom—!!!
At that moment, the emotions of more than a hundred thousand people at Modu Port erupted!
"Long live our hero!!"
"Long live the Dragon Kingdom!!"
Cheers surged skyward like an avalanche and a tidal wave, as though they might overturn the heavens themselves!
Everyone was shouting!
Everyone was cheering!
Everyone was proud of their hero!
The atmosphere at the Grand Ceremony reached its peak at this moment!
Yet while everyone was swept up in that sea of revelry...
No one noticed.
High above them, beyond even the clouds...
Several pitch-black transport aircraft, ghostlike in the sky, had silently shut off their engines.
Like vultures circling their prey, they looked down with cold, emotionless eyes at the brightly lit, bustling port below.
A feast of slaughter unlike anything before it was