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"Ugh—!"

When Shen Wang opened his eyes, it was already dark.

The sky outside the window changed from bright white at noon to gray-blue, then to deep purple, and finally settled into a deep black.

He rolled over, his joints cracking and popping, and he felt completely relaxed, like a machine that had been re-oiled.

I slept very well.

I was busy all night yesterday, flying back and forth several times and dropping over a hundred tons of bombs. When I got back, I went straight to sleep and slept soundly until dark.

Although it's already summer and the weather is very hot, I didn't break a sweat during this nap.

Yu Manli sat by the bed, gently fanning herself with a fan. The breeze was light but continuous, gradually dissipating the summer heat.

She didn't know how long she had been fanning herself. When her hand got tired, she would switch to the other hand and continue fanning. Eventually, that hand also got tired, so she held the fan with both hands and fanned herself slowly and gently.

Shen Wang sat up and saw her leaning against the pillar at the foot of the bed, still holding the fan in her hand, but she was asleep.

Her head was tilted slightly, her eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and her breathing was very light and even.

He smiled, didn't call her, got out of bed, and shuffled to the outer room.

Dinner was on the table.

Several small dishes, a bowl of porridge, and two steamed buns were all covered with bowls, with steam trapped underneath.

There was a stack of newspapers next to her, which Yu Manli had brought back from outside that afternoon and hadn't had time to put away yet.

Shen Wang sat down, took a sip of porridge, and then casually picked up the top portion.

His chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

Those big words on the front page were so glaring!

"A great victory at Zhongtiao Mountain! The 14th Army Group of the National Revolutionary Army defeated the Japanese 21st Division, killing over 10,000 enemy soldiers and recovering lost territory!"

He turned the page of the newspaper.

Another page has been turned.

I read through the entire newspaper, from beginning to end, and there wasn't a single mention of the Eighth Route Army, bombers, or incendiary bombs.

The 21st Division was defeated by the Nationalist Army, and Zhongtiao Mountain was recaptured by the 14th Army Group.

Those planes, bombs, and over a hundred tons of incendiary bombs seemed as if they had never existed.

He even saw sentences like "The soldiers of the 14th Army charged forward in a bloody battle, engaging the enemy in hand-to-hand combat for several hours."

A bloody battle? A close-quarters combat?

"Oh!"

Shen Wang laughed in exasperation.

He slammed the newspaper on the table. The sound wasn't loud, but the chill it sent a chill down the temperature of the entire room by several degrees.

Yu Manli was awakened by the noise. She tiptoed out of the inner room and saw Shen Wang sitting at the table with a newspaper spread out in front of him. His face was as dark as the sky before a storm.

She didn't dare to speak, quietly went to the kitchen to heat up a bowl of soup, brought it over and placed it next to him, then stepped aside and stood there, not daring to breathe.

Shen Wang did not drink the soup.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the table.

He's very angry right now!

He didn't care that Zhongtiao Mountain had been robbed; it was only temporary, and he would get it back sooner or later.

But when it comes to newspapers taking credit, it's a different story.

He didn't care about merit or not, nor did he care about being in the newspapers.

but!

I may not need it, but you can't take it from me!

That's the rule!

"Bring that grass field from Kaohsiung City."

Yu Manli trembled slightly, responded, and turned to leave.

A moment later, footsteps came from the other end of the courtyard. They were light, steady, unhurried, and carried an inherent composure.

The door was pushed open, and a woman in prison clothes walked in.

The prison uniform was grayish-blue, made of coarse cloth, and loose-fitting, but it couldn't hide her figure when she wore it.

Her waist was perfectly fitted, not because the clothes were well-tailored, but because she was so beautiful that any clothes she wore looked like they were made for her.

Her hair was loose and unbound, as black as ink, hanging down her shoulders, making her face appear almost transparently white.

Her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, her nose was straight and elegant, and her lips were pursed, thin, with a natural pale pink hue.

Even in prison clothes, even with a bare face, even when she was dragged out of the cell, she still stood there like a painting.

It's not the kind of painting of ladies with heavy ink and color; it's ink wash, light and delicate, but every stroke is just right—too little and it would be bland, too much and it would be vulgar.

Kaoshi Kusada stood at the door, his gaze sweeping across the house before settling on Shen Wang.

There was no fear, no panic, not even hostility in his gaze; only a superior composure, as if he had seen life and death many times over.

The corners of his mouth even curled up slightly, with a faint, almost imperceptible, mocking curve.

"Man, you finally couldn't resist."

Shen Wang smiled faintly: "Don't cry later!"

"Oh!"

Kaohsiung City also smiled.

"Man, you're too confident!"

"You'll find out soon enough whether you're confident or not."

Shen Wang stood up and walked towards her.

With each step he took, his aura grew stronger.

Twenty points of physique, twice that of an ordinary person!

It's not just about doubling your strength; it's about overwhelming your opponent in every dimension, from bones to muscles, from reaction time to endurance, from power to speed.

He usually keeps a low profile, never showing off.

He refused to accept it at that moment.

Kaohsiung City's Kusada's smile froze for a moment.

She sensed it.

The sense of oppression didn't come from her size; although Shen Wang was tall, he wasn't intimidating.

That comes from something more primal, more instinctive.

The chill that creeps into the bones of prey when facing its natural enemy.

Her back was pressed against the door frame, her fingers clenched slightly, but she managed to maintain her composure.

"You're welcome to give it a try."

Kao Shih remained defiant, his voice still steady, but there was a slight, almost imperceptible tremor at the end.

Shen Wang didn't speak, but raised his hand and pinched her chin.

The force wasn't great, but she couldn't move.

Her chin was fixed there, as if clamped by an iron clamp, leaving her no room to turn her head.

Her pupils contracted slightly; this man was incredibly strong.

Keep in mind, she is a specially trained ace agent; three or five ordinary men wouldn't be a match for her.

But at this moment, the man used just one hand to...

"Twenty minutes."

Shen Wang released his grip, his voice very calm.

"Let's see how long you can keep up this act."

Kaohsiung's lips curled up again, his smile containing disdain, provocation, and a kind of reckless bravado.

"Twenty minutes? You underestimate me."

"You overestimate yourself!"

Shen Wang did not respond.

Ten minutes later, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Twenty minutes later, her fingers were gripping the back of the chair, her knuckles were white, and her lips were pressed into a thin line.

She still didn't give in, but her breathing was already erratic, her chest heaving much more violently than before, as if something was stuck in her throat and she wouldn't let it out.

Shen Wang stood in front of her, looking down at her.

"Still being stubborn?"

She raised her head, her eyes misty with tears, but her gaze remained defiant.

"Is that all you've got?"

Shen Wang smiled.

"Don't cry later..."