"Screw your damn conventions! I’ll hack you to pieces myself!" Ryan Ling didn’t hesitate for a second. In his eyes, nothing mattered more than his parents—and nothing was worth more than the lives of China’s people!
Today these bastard dogs dared to attack China head-on and slaughter so many innocent lives. How could Ryan possibly let them off the hook? Even if they’ve got gods backing them, Ryan’s still going to chop them up alive!
Right now, Daniel Deng’s army and Guihai One-Blade’s martial arts team were both launching a berserk assault. Explosions thundered all around the Seventh Fleet. They’d started with at least forty warships, but in a flash, thirty were wiped out—no survivors, not a single one!
At this point, every Chinese person was boiling with rage at these American bastards. If they got caught in the crossfire, that was just bad luck. But if even one tried to escape, a dozen Chinese experts would mob them instantly and tear them limb from limb!
The scene was enough to make your scalp crawl—and honestly, it was cathartic as hell.
"Commander, these people have lost it! They don’t give a damn about any international conventions—they’re out to kill us!"
"Commander, what do we do? We’re screwed! Just got word—both our carriers anchored at the Bohai Bay are sunk. Damn it, looks like the Seventh Fleet’s down to just this one flagship!"
"We’re out of weapons, out of fuel, even the lifeboats are shot. We’re totally trapped here!"
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"Fuck! Fuck!" Admiral Kane was losing it. He was the overall commander of seventy or eighty thousand naval troops, one of America’s seven top admirals, and had a pretty high reputation internationally—some even called him the East Asia War God. But now he was a total wreck. Out of eighty thousand men, barely a thousand were left, and the flagship was completely surrounded by furious Chinese fighters.
In an instant, the high-and-mighty Admiral Kane felt like he’d been shoved headfirst into a toilet.
"These Chinese trash—find a way to contact HQ, the UN East Asia Office, and South Korea! Broadcast all these Chinese atrocities to the world..." Kane gritted his teeth. "Tell them China is attacking my Seventh Fleet without warning—they’re declaring war on the whole United States!"
As soon as Kane finished, a swarm of communications officers started blasting the message out at full speed.
Meanwhile, Daniel Deng—the top Chinese commander on the perimeter—spoke up: "There should be nine hundred thirty-eight people on this warship. Drag them all out and flay them alive, one by one! Even if we strip every last scrap of flesh off their bones, it still won’t be enough to vent my rage!"
"Skin that bastard Kane alive, and throw his soul into the Eighteen Layers of Hell! Let him suffer every torture, every boiling cauldron, until he begs for death!" Guihai One-Blade chimed in beside him.
Instantly, all the Chinese powerhouses surged forward. A bunch of them stormed the flagship, and the air was filled with gut-wrenching screams. Fleet soldiers were skinned alive on the spot, heads stomped to pulp, blood flooding the decks!
"Commander, they’re inside! We’re finished!"
"Commander, these Chinese are insane! They’re not just killing us—they’re eating us!"
"They’re almost at the command cabin. Commander, should we just fight them to the end?"
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