SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Half a month later—

At 5:30 p.m., it was getting dark.

Near the Sun and Moon Cafe in Saint Capital.

The air in the detached villa was filled with an inescapable stench of blood.

Inside the four-story villa, medical staff hurried between the hospital beds.

The wounded soldiers, with severed limbs, gritted their teeth and suppressed their groans, as blood seeped through the gauze.

The awakened ones, barely clinging to life, were covered in penetrating wounds. The rise and fall of their chests grew weaker and weaker. Most of them had completely lost their breath, their eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

On the fourth floor of the villa, a gentle and elegant lady in a white medical uniform was squatting by the bed.

She clung tightly to the edge of the bed with both hands, her shoulders trembling violently, her cries hoarse and desperate.

Suddenly, the man's right hand on the hospital bed trembled violently.

The noblewoman's sobs abruptly ceased, her eyes instantly blazing with intense light. She rushed forward and tightly grasped the hand, her voice cracking with surprise as she exclaimed, "Mingzai! You're finally awake!"

Tears streamed down her delicate cheeks like broken beads, landing on the back of the man's hand.

The man slowly opened his eyes, his face as white as paper, blood seeping from the bandages wrapped around his body, and several grotesque stitches from penetrating wounds crawling across his skin.

With all his remaining strength, he weakly murmured, "Little...Rong."

"I'm here! I've always been here!"

The noblewoman responded, her voice choked with sobs, her fingertips gently stroking his cheek. "Mingzai, what exactly happened in that mountain range of Mingcheng?"

"You led the team yourself, how did you get injured like this..."

Lu Mingzai's voice was broken and intermittent, each word sounding like it was being drained of strength: "Xiao Rong...where are the brothers...?"

The noblewoman's words caught in her throat, her eyes dimmed, and she shook her head and sighed softly, "Mingzai... more than 90% of the team that went to Mingcheng this time were left there forever."

"If it weren't for Chen Yong's timely rescue... even the few remaining of you would have..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Mingzai closed his eyes, a tear sliding down his cheek, his inner sorrow like a boulder falling into an abyss.

Those brothers who risked their lives together will never come back.

At this moment, a tall, square-faced man walked to the bedside.

He glanced at the four floors filled with seriously injured people, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his chest filled with suppressed rage.

"Boss, you've arrived." The lady rose gently, her voice still trembling with tears.

Zhao Shanhe nodded slightly. Upon hearing the word "boss," Lu Mingzai's eyes snapped open, and he excitedly raised his trembling right hand: "Boss..."

Zhao Shanhe immediately grasped his hand, his voice low yet firm: "Mingzai, how are you? What exactly happened in the Hidden Dragon Mountains of Mingcheng?"

Lu Mingzai tried to speak urgently, but the more he tried, the less he could say. Suddenly, he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, which stained the gauze on his chest.

"Well said!" Zhao Shanhe and the noblewoman said in unison, their faces filled with worry.

Lu Mingzai's breath grew weaker, and he said in a trembling voice, "Boss... Hidden Dragon Mountain Range... is definitely not something we can force our way in... We didn't even have time to venture deep into the mountains before..."

"It's clear that our brothers' blood was not shed in vain." Zhao Shanhe gently patted his shoulder, his tone firm.

Lu Mingzai suddenly gripped his arm with all his might, his knuckles turning white: "Boss... that place must belong to the kingdom... we absolutely cannot go... the disparity in strength is too great..."

"Rest assured, Mingzai, someone will go to the Hidden Dragon Mountains."

Zhao Shanhe turned around, his back to him, and said in a deep voice, "This is our first battle in which we take the initiative."

"Some people have said that this battle was the first sword to pierce the heart of the kingdom."

"Focus on your recovery and wait for our triumphant return."

Before Lu Mingzai could respond, Zhao Shanhe strode downstairs with steady steps, his back view resolute.

Lu Mingzai tried his best to get up and dissuade him, but his body felt like it was filled with lead.

He could only weakly murmur, "Boss... with my initial seventh-tier strength, I can't even break through the outer edge of the mountain range... Can the person you're talking about really fight his way into that hellish mountain range...?"

"Mingzai, you've finally woken up, you absolutely mustn't have any more strong emotional fluctuations." The noblewoman quickly sat back down on the edge of the bed, her eyes reddening as she held his blood-stained left hand.

Lu Mingzai forced a smile onto his pale face, his lips cracked and chapped: "I...know...what Xiao Rong's...son is doing?"

"During this period... all his classes... have been cancelled..."

He would catch his breath after every few words, and the bandage on his chest rose and fell slightly with each breath.

The lady nodded gently: "I know, don't worry."

"My son is already six years old. Yesterday he was saying that he wanted to be as good as his dad. He's very sensible and will stay at home obediently waiting for you to get better."

As soon as the villa's main gate was pushed open and Zhao Shanhe took a step out, Chen Yong strode forward with heavy steps.

His eyes blazed with fury, yet he maintained a respectful demeanor: "Boss, the army is fully assembled!"

Zhao Shanhe nodded, his black trench coat billowing in the night wind, a murderous glint in his eyes: "Action!"

"Yes!" Chen Yong replied.

Ten seconds later, a sudden roar of engines erupted near the Sun and Moon Cafe.

The headlights of hundreds of off-road vehicles pierced the night, like a lurking herd of beasts speeding in different directions at the same time.

Outside the villa, a black SUV was already parked.

The moment Zhao Shanhe and Chen Yong sat in the back seat, the driver immediately started the vehicle and slammed his right foot on the accelerator as he drove off the auxiliary road.

The car sped towards the center of Yucheng like an arrow released from a bow, the shadows of trees and streetlights outside the window rushing past into blurry streaks of light.

Zhao Shanhe leaned back in the seat, his brows furrowing unconsciously, his fingertips tapping his knees absently.

"Boss, what about the Hidden Dragon Mountains in Ming City..."

Chen Yong's voice was filled with barely concealed unease, "Even Mingzai's strength could only stop at the periphery, and he even suffered the fate of being completely wiped out."

"The people of Zhen'e Ting... they really can..." His voice grew weaker and weaker as he spoke, his confidence almost completely worn away by worry.

Zhao Shanhe paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Chen Yong, only one person can go to that Hidden Dragon Mountain Range."

"What!?"

Chen Yong sat up abruptly, his eyes wide with disbelief. He was about to ask more questions when Zhao Shanhe raised his hand to interrupt him.

"This is not the final battle."

Zhao Shanhe's voice remained calm and steady, "His strength is more than enough to protect himself."

"But..." Chen Yong wanted to say more, but Zhao Shanhe interrupted him again, his tone firm: "We have no choice but to believe him."

"If he loses, he will lose everything."

"In this battle, our mission with Zhen'erting is very clear."

"If we destroy more than half of their hidden strongholds, that will be our victory."

Chen Yong's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Boss, he single-handedly stormed into the Hidden Dragon Mountains... can he really come out alive?"

A fleeting hint of worry crossed Zhao Shanhe's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said in a deep voice, "This is his decision, and we can only trust him."