The next day, dawn was just breaking.
Outside the VIP Ward at the Longdu Military Region hospital.
Yue Xiaofei leaned against the corridor wall, having gone the entire night without sleep.
Everything that had happened the night before kept replaying in his mind.
His father's return, the Cao Family's destruction, the submission of the Eight Great Clans, the reunion of the 7th Armored Company, the arrival of the Navy, Army, and Air Force...
Every scene had branded itself deep into his soul.
They set his blood boiling and his heart surging.
He was curious. Now that a night had passed...
How had his father's "judgment" gone?
Had the people on that list already...
Just as Yue Xiaofei's thoughts were running wild...
A familiar, upright figure silently appeared at the end of the corridor.
It was Yue Changlong.
He was still wearing yesterday's black combat uniform.
Only now, dried blood covered him from head to toe.
An almost suffocating stench of blood hit Yue Xiaofei.
It was as though his father had not walked out of the morning sunlight.
Instead, he had just crawled out of the Nine Nether Hell, through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"Dad!"
Yue Xiaofei's heart clenched. He rushed over, his face filled with anxiety and worry.
"You... you're hurt?!"
Instinctively, he reached out to check his father's wounds.
But before his hand could touch Yue Changlong...
A broad, powerful hand, cold enough to chill him to the bone, gently stopped him.
"Don't touch."
Yue Changlong's voice was as level as ever, betraying no emotion.
"It's not my blood."
"..."
Yue Xiaofei's hand froze in midair.
Looking at his father's combat uniform, which was almost completely soaked in blood, he swallowed hard.
Not his blood?
Then... whose blood was it?
*How many people would he