Chapter 637

Chapter 637: Lei Feng From JAPAN

"Mr. Eagle King, do you need me to complain to the organizers and have this troublemaker executed? No matter how strong he is, he can’t possibly go against the ‘Abyss Nirvana’ organizers."

A self-important guy thought he could earn the favor of the ace pilot from America and build a good relationship by saying this.

The organizers of the "Abyss Nirvana" competition had backing from forces strong enough to rival small to medium-sized countries, capable of easily wiping out any nation ranked below 150 in world strength.

"He’s a pilot?!"

David de Hitt glanced at the fool, whose brain seemed like dog waste.

The “Abyss Nirvana” might not care about fights other than those involving pilots, but any behavior that threatened participating pilots was considered a red line.

Want to punish the "Dragon Knight" this way?

Hmph!

Even if the "Dragon Knight" killed all the pilots and their crew members, the organizers wouldn’t take any action, simply because he was a participating pilot.

The danger of the death match didn’t only target pilots; the mechanics and security personnel accompanying them were also at risk. This was a lawless event.

Unless they accepted the mechanics team and security provided by the organizers, few pilots or manufacturers would agree to this, as it meant a loss of their skills—nothing in this world was free.

Didn’t expect this guy to be so powerful.

But the sky belonged to the Air Knights; no matter how arrogant or powerful one was on the ground, it mattered little.

I hope you can be as formidable in the air as you are on the ground.

Eagle King David de Hitt had some thoughts swirling in his mind but no longer felt like indulging the beautiful woman beside him. He pulled out a dollar bill and stuffed it into the woman’s hand, ignoring her startled reaction as she forced a flirty smile and said, "Shani babe, I have to go. I can’t stay with you."

David de Hitt planned to report everything he had just seen in detail to his superiors and request another team of security personnel to be sent over. He didn’t plan on making any moves for a while and needed to be wary of enemies other than the Chinese; this air force base was far from as quiet as it seemed.

Leaving the "Comfort Zone" pilot club, Lin Mo hadn’t walked far before he encountered a dozen or so Asian men with black hair and black eyes brushing past him.

"Um! … Who are you?"

The strange English they spoke was stiff and awkward, typical of Japanese English.

They must be a team of Japanese pilots.

Lin Mo had no interest in responding to those passing by; he remembered that China and Japan had always been enemies, which left him with little fondness for these little devils.

Well, if I run into them in battle, I’ll just eliminate them all to avoid irritation.

"Hey, kid, I’m talking to you! The one with the military pack, are you Korean or North Korean?"

"Stop! Turn around!"

"Bakayaro, did you hear me? Stop!"

The Japanese were very interested in the lone Lin Mo and stopped to turn back.

If they could take him down early, it would be a good way to weaken the opposition.

They didn’t see any pilot insignia on him; every participating pilot wore a three-inch wide gold eagle emblem on their chest.

Lin Mo didn’t have that golden eagle, which meant he was not protected by the death match organizers; maybe he just forgot to wear it—who knew? It was always better to strike first.

Surprise attacks were the tradition of the Japanese, while the Chinese traditional way was to fight without announcing it.

The "Abyss Nirvana" was inherently a perilous battlefield; whether in the sky or on the ground, everyone alive would become a wager for the powerful.

"Stop, catch that Asian man!"

"Don’t let them escape!"

"He has accomplices—damn, they’re all yellow-skinned monkeys; let’s go after them together!"

Just as these Japanese men were about to surround Lin Mo, a loud shouting came from nearby.

America is a world power, and many people want to curry favor with the Americans. In their eyes, a group of Asians was trying to protect Lin Mo in the middle.

Now, it was like throwing water into a boiling pot of hot oil; chaos ensued.

Lin Mo’s arrogance and killing sparked the outrage of various factions eager to impress America, presenting a fa?ade of grandeur while being ruthless behind the scenes; this was simply part of everyday life for them.

Strong men began to appear from all directions, closing in on Lin Mo and the Japanese.

"Where’s the mud?"

The Japanese, feeling like they had poked a hornet’s nest, were momentarily stunned. They had no idea what had just happened in the "Comfort Zone" pilot club; otherwise, as fellow East Asians, they would have reacted as if seeing a plague.

"They have accomplices, let’s go after them!"

"Beat those yellow-skinned monkeys and show them our might!"

A group of white and black men charged in like wild beasts.

"No, no! We are not!"

"What’s going on?"

"Don’t strike! We are Japanese."

"We’re going to hit you, Japanese yellow-skinned monkeys."

The innocent Japanese were surrounded and beaten up by a group of unreasonable Western men.

Throughout it all, Lin Mo never spoke a word of Chinese, so others couldn’t tell if he was Chinese, Japanese, Korean, or North Korean. Coincidentally, he bumped into a group of similarly black-haired, black-eyed Japanese, and those muscle-bound pilots and bodyguards had no chance of telling the difference.

Lin Mo didn’t look back; the Japanese fighters were blocking for him. These Japanese Lei Fengs were truly useful.

A massive brawl erupted loudly.

After taking a few punches and kicks, the Japanese got furious. Who would want to be beaten up for no reason? They fought back without holding back.

Every one of them moved like special forces; when they fought, they fought to win. The scene was so brutal it was hard to watch.

As bodies piled up, blood sprayed, and the sounds of bones cracking mixed with screams filled the air.

Lin Mo felt no guilt for the tragedy he had caused; instead, he quickened his pace to leave.

A few guys still had their eyes on Lin Mo, but he didn’t stop. He led these reckless individuals toward a nearby camp area.

In a corner, there was muffled thumping and cracking sounds of bones; the victims didn’t even have time to scream as Lin Mo finished up and casually walked out from a hidden spot, unfazed and calm. He surveyed the terrain around him; he had a plane to catch.

It was about time to report in.

Behind him lay the bodies of unfortunate souls, twisted and lifeless.

The strikes from the Dragon Knight were not something ordinary humans could endure. Even the champion of an underground boxing match couldn’t withstand one of Lin Mo’s blows.

Lin Mo had personally destroyed the force testing machines at the aerospace training center. Even combat mechanical soldiers built with steel bone would disintegrate before the Dragon Knight’s unstoppable strength.

There might have been concerns from astronauts about Lin Mo accidentally damaging aerospace equipment.

No wonder the people at the aerospace training center lamented that Lin Mo was born decades too early. If humanity entered the interstellar era, they would have the best star soldiers, but now the aerospace industry was still revolving around Earth. Even the strongest star soldier had no place to prove his worth.

Even if Lin Mo saw a domestically produced interstellar warship launch in his lifetime, his golden age of space travel had long passed.

The Japanese who had only shouted at Lin Mo found themselves almost entirely wiped out; by the time someone realized something was wrong, Lin Mo had already vanished.

After several strong factions investigated, Lin Mo’s identity was quickly revealed. Goodness, he was a competitor for the Anti-Government Forces in the death match, clearly a major villain.

Now, that was serious trouble; he had truly poked a hornet’s nest. Because of Lin Mo alone, dozens had died in the camp, igniting a wave of hostility and anger.

All the pilots and bodyguards of "Abyss Nirvana" mobilized, shouting that they had to find the culprit.

Lin Mo indeed deserved the title of a powerful warrior who attracted hatred. Hearing the growing shouts around him, he frowned and reached for his watch on his left wrist. Did he really have to activate his kill switch?

The location of "Abyss Nirvana" was devoid of military satellites passing overhead.

In this lawless realm, Lin Mo didn’t mind unleashing the raw form of the gold giant dragon, wiping out everyone here.

The minions of the gold giant dragon were already eagerly awaiting action.

Suddenly, a soldier from the Syrian Anti-Government Forces entered Lin Mo’s line of sight. The soldier looked at Lin Mo and, upon realizing something, quickly gave him a signal to follow.

Having just finished his watch, Kan Bell Buddy returned without noticing the watch on his left wrist beginning to deform. He didn’t yell or aim a gun at Lin Mo, which allowed him to escape without realizing the danger.

"It seems you’ve gotten into big trouble. Don’t worry, buddy; come with me!"

Kan Bell Buddy whispered.

Lin Mo was surprised; he recognized the soldier, the sentry standing at the air force base gate. He didn’t expect him to help. "I need to get to the parking area for my plane."

Thanks to that dollar bill.

The casually given dollar bill had created an unexpected bond, surprising everyone.

So many lives ultimately came to just a light and fleeting dollar.

Compared to those competing in "Abyss Nirvana," Kan Bell Buddy was the true local power. He led Lin Mo through several barracks, then they hid in a tent for a while to evade the outside search parties, bringing Lin Mo to the parking area.

There, a small military transport plane was already waiting, ready for departure.