Medic Martial Dragon King

Chapter 1440: Chapter 1443: Don’t Mess with Us!

Thud, thud, thud!

The sound of hurried footsteps broke out, and a communications officer ran to Lin Guozhong’s side.

”Report, Captain Lin, urgent message from the Dongfang Zone.”

Shen Xiangtian said in a deep voice, ”Captain Lin, you may follow orders and return to port, but I’ll repeat myself—leave us one ship. We need to wait for the Chief Instructor to come back!”

”This...”

Lin Guozhong’s face showed a look of hesitation, his thoughts in a tussle.

”Hesitate? Believe me, I’ll throw every one of you into the sea!” Dark Thunder, the most hot-tempered of them, bellowed in fury.

Buzz!

A powerful aura erupted from Dark Thunder, and he began walking step by step toward Lin Guozhong.

”What are you doing?” The communications officer turned pale and shouted.

Clatter, clatter!

The sound of bullets being loaded rang out, as the surrounding soldiers quickly raised their guns and surrounded them.

”What are you doing? Put your guns down!”

Lin Guozhong’s face changed, and he barked angrily at the soldiers closing in.

The group of soldiers exchanged glances with Lin Guozhong and reluctantly lowered their guns, but none of them cleared the chamber. Instead, their vigilant gazes remained fixed on Dark Thunder.

”Dark Thunder!”

Chen Jiantao noticed that Dark Thunder was still walking toward Lin Guozhong, and with Yan Hu and the others showing no intention of stopping him, he had no choice but to place a hand firmly on Dark Thunder’s shoulder to hold him back.

”Captain Shen, these people...”

Lin Guozhong glanced at Dark Thunder and the others, then turned back to Shen Xiangtian. ”They’re not from Long Ya? Or the Flame Dragon Group?”

Members of Long Ya and the Flame Dragon Group would never utter such remarks like Dark Thunder’s.

”No!”

Shen Xiangtian shook his head. ”They are the Chief Instructor’s brothers, the ones who followed him on a mission to Beihai National. Captain Lin, let me make this clear—you and your battalion are absolutely no match for them. If you anger them, you’ll be swimming back to shore!”

A faint expression of displeasure flashed in Lin Guozhong’s eyes, and he spoke with a hint of anger, ”Captain Shen, is that a threat? Do you really look down on the soldiers of our fleet that much?”

Just as Shen Xiangtian was about to respond, a cry rang out.

”Has the Young Master returned...”

The warship’s cabin doors opened, and two figures staggered out from within.

”Ying Zi, weren’t you told to rest?” Yan Hu stepped forward to meet the two, speaking softly.

The ones emerging from the cabin were none other than Qingyuan Yingzi and Cunshang Zhengye, both of whom had been brought onto the warship by Shen Xiangtian and the others. After arriving, Yan Hu and his team had given them elixirs for healing their injuries.

”Has the Young Master still not come back?” Ying Zi scanned the surroundings and then looked at Yan Hu with deep concern.

Yan Hu’s expression shifted slightly, and he gently shook his head.

”It’s all my fault! I caused this to happen to the Young Master! Sob sob...”

Ying Zi burst into tears, her face quickly becoming awash with tears.

”Miss Ying Zi, the Young Master recognized you as his younger sister. Now that he’s not here, we’ll listen to you!”

Dark Thunder suddenly spoke up. ”They’re planning to retreat without leaving us a ship—they want to withdraw all the warships back to Flame Dragon. What should we do?”

”What?!”

Ying Zi gasped sharply.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

A chilling killing intent erupted from Ying Zi’s body as she glared icily at Lin Guozhong, shouting angrily, ”Let’s see who dares to retreat!”

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

A torrent of overpowering auras surged into the sky.

Yan Hu and the others had long been unwilling to endure. Now, seeing that Ying Zi had made her move, they wasted no time unleashing their powerful presences, intertwined with murderous intent, which bore down mercilessly on the surrounding soldiers.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A series of heavy thuds sounded as the surrounding soldiers succumbed to the oppressive force of their aura and collapsed to the ground. Even Lin Guozhong fell flat!

”You, you...”

Lin Guozhong’s face turned deathly pale as he stared at Yan Hu and the others in shock, overwhelmed by the abyss-like pressure emanating from their bodies.

Rumble, rumble!

The sound of rotors roared, and an armed helicopter appeared, hovering above the command ship.

Yan Hu and the others looked up at the helicopter overhead, their eyes narrowing slightly.

Ying Zi reached for her waist, and a scalpel appeared in her hand. She stared coldly at the helicopter, ready to take it down if it posed a threat to them.

”Brother Hu Zi, can you go up and see who they are?” Ying Zi asked softly.

”Alright!” Yan Hu nodded in response.

Whoosh!

With a flash of movement, Yan Hu suddenly leaped from the deck in a straight ascent, soaring toward the helicopter.

”He... he can fly?!”

”What the... what the hell is this?!”

”Is he even human? These guys, they’re like devils straight from the abyss!”

”Stop talking! They’re... they’re Martial Artists! Extremely powerful Martial Artists!”

The soldiers who had collapsed to the ground trembled as they shouted in fear.

Lin Guozhong stared in utter disbelief as Yan Hu climbed straight into the sky to hover near the helicopter, then mechanically turned to Shen Xiangtian. ”Shen... Shen...”

”I told you, if you anger them, you’ll end up swimming back.” Shen Xiangtian responded indifferently, lifting his gaze to the helicopter above, a trace of anxiety flickering in his eyes, worried that Yan Hu might slap the aircraft down with a single blow.

Whoosh, whoosh!

A while later, two figures leaped from the direction of the helicopter onto the deck, with Yan Hu signaling to Xuan Long and the others.

The group paused momentarily, then withdrew their intense auras.

”Captain Long?”

Shen Xiangtian looked at the figure who had landed alongside Yan Hu, surprised.

Long Jianfei glanced at the panicked soldiers scrambling to their feet, including Lin Guozhong, and chuckled helplessly. ”Old Shen, you’re here? How could there still be conflict? I thought being sent here to stabilize the situation was unnecessary!”

”Old Long, I kept out of the conflict entirely—I’ve followed the rules! I’m a special-rank colonel, not in the same league as you, the one-flower general!” Shen Xiangtian retorted with a sarcastic roll of his eyes.

Long Jianfei paused briefly, scanning the group. He noticed not only Yan Hu and the others’ grim faces but also Chen Jiantao and other Long Ya warriors with equally cold and angry expressions, and his brow furrowed slightly.

”Reporting, Commander. The Dongfang Zone...” Lin Guozhong hurried to Long Jianfei’s side, saluting him respectfully.

Long Jianfei casually returned the salute, introducing himself: ”Long Jianfei, commander of the Long Ya Special Forces Battalion.”

”Long Ya?!”

Yan Hu looked at Long Jianfei with surprise.

Long Jianfei smiled lightly and explained, ”After Old Shen left, I was reassigned to Long Ya as its commander.”

After finishing his explanation, Long Jianfei turned to Lin Guozhong. ”Captain Lin, what happened here?”