"What? What did he say?"
"They're here? Who's here?"
The smile on Sun Xiaochuan's face froze.
The three thousand thugs behind him instinctively stopped jeering, too. Following Yue Xiaofei's finger, they looked up at the sky in confusion.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and rain fell steadily.
There was nothing but pouring rain.
"Quit putting on an act!"
Sun Xiaochuan snapped out of it. Feeling he had been played, he flew into a humiliated rage!
"Fuck! Kill him! Right fucking-"
Before he could finish.
A deep, thunderous rumble suddenly rolled out from the depths of the thick clouds!
Rumble...
Rrrrrumble...
At first, the sound was distant and muffled, like thunder rolling through a summer afternoon.
But soon, it drew closer and grew louder!
Finally, that thunder became a terrifying, metallic roar of engines tearing through the air!
That was definitely not thunder!
Those were... fighter jet engines!
And there was more than one!
"Wh-what is that?!"
An eagle-eyed lackey in the crowd pointed at the sky and screamed in terror!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Everyone, including Sun Xiaochuan, looked up in horror!
Four pitch-black fighter jets with futuristic designs unlike anything they had ever seen ripped through the thick clouds like four black blades cleaving the sky, bearing down with overwhelming menace!
They swept low over the cemetery in a standard "Missing Man" formation!
The tremendous roar of their engines left everyone's eardrums ringing! Their massive airframes cast huge shadows across the ground, like the Death God's scythe sweeping over every head!
"The White... [White Emperor] fighters!"
One of the "Grand Protectors" in the crowd, a former soldier who had gone to work for Sun Xiaochuan after leaving the service, recognized the four jets. His lips trembled as he uttered the name, almost as though talking in his sleep!
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