1 Chapter 1: The Army Master is Released from Prison!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
[Little Sister: Brother, why arenât you answering your calls? They say youâve broken out of prison, that youâre a traitor who fled to a foreign country. This isnât true, right?]
[Little Sister: Dad says youâve definitely been wronged. He went to investigate the truth of the past disregarding all objections. But Dad says there are those who donât want him to know the truth. I feel like Dad is in danger. I canât stop him. Where are you?] n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
[Little Sister: White Mitchell, Dad is dead! He died because of you! Why donât you respond? Are you living idly abroad? I hate you!]
[Unknown Number: White, Mom is leaving. The ones she worries about the most are you and your little sister, Sherry. If you see this message, you must take care of Sherry for me!]
These are a few of the messages that White Mitchell received on his phone after coming out of a private prison codenamed âEndless Blood Prison.â
Most of the messages are from the year he was in prison. But the message from the unknown number comes from two hours ago!
âAh!!!â Seeing the messages, White Mitchellâs aura erupted thunderously. His eyes brimmed with moisture, his heart twisted like a knife!
A year ago, he obeyed the elder of Dragon Realmâs order and came to this so-called âEndlessâ Hell Prison where nobody is said to come out alive, to carry out a top-secret mission.
So, he cut off all information.
Unexpectedly, upon leaving prison, he saw all the bad news strung together, and for a moment, endless regret filled his mind.
In the past year, he had exhausted his mind in order to accomplish an almost impossible mission. But the result was his foster fatherâs death and his foster motherâs imminent danger!
What a failure as a son!
Tears finally fell from the eyes of this man known as the top military master of the Dragon Realm. And along with them fell the limitless remorse in his heart.
The next moment, he dialed a phone number known only by ten people worldwide and then dashed without a momentâs hesitation towards a private airport.
âAh!!!â Tears streamed down White Mitchellâs face, endless regret, endless resentmentâ¦
âReturn! Go back! Go back! I need to go back now!!!â
He canât wait any longer. White Mitchell didnât want to wait another moment. Now only one thought filled his mind: to return, to return to his family!
âWhat on earth is this devil doing?â
âPhew, who cares what heâs doing, at least we got rid of him.â
âTrue, if he stayed here any longer, our Endless Hell Prison might be smashed by him!â
In the âEndless Blood Prison,â the warden kept looking in the direction where White Mitchell was leaving. Only when White Mitchell completely disappeared from his sight did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
â¦
âSearch! Immediately locate this number! Now! Now! Now!!!â
With tears streaming down his face, White Mitchell ran wildly, nobody dared to stop him, nobody dared to obstruct!
Go home!
Go home!
Go home!!!
He must return home!
Half an hour later, a fourth-generation fighter slowly ascended. The roar of the engine echoed through the sky. Like an arrow leaving the bowstring, it dashed towards the Dragon Realm.
At this moment, White Mitchellâs fighter, like a sharp sword, slashed across the sky.
He had been in the military for five years, with remarkable achievements.
He had no disgrace towards the country or the people!
Yet, he hadnât even seen his foster fatherâs face for the last time!
Now, he might not even make it to seeing his foster motherâs face one last time!
He was not unforgivable by heaven and earth, but he let his family down!
What a failure as a son! What a failure as a son!!!
âYou bastards! You bastards! Bastards! You dared hurt my foster mother, I, White Mitchell, will make you pay with your lives! Ah!!! Faster! Faster! Faster!!!â
Hot tears flooded White Mitchellâs face, his voice trembling. His hands violently pushed the joystick, and the speed shot up again, almost to its limit!
â¦
âAlert! Alert! Level one alert! A fighter is approaching our border, please advise Chief!â
âDamn it! Those Falcon Domain flying scouts never stop, do they? If they dare move one more step, shoot them down, person and machine together!â
âReport to the chief, itâs not Falcon Domain fighter, itâs a Dragon Realmâs fourth-generation fighter, however, this fighter signal is not within our registration range!â
âOur fourth-generation fighter?â
The Dragon Realm War Departmentâs fighter first spotted White Mitchellâs fighter, and at the same time, two fighters immediately went airborne, flying straight to intercept White Mitchell.
âFrontal fighter, our Dragon Realm airspace is sacred and inviolable, promptly return to your course, promptly return to your course, otherwise we will execute a shootdown mission, otherwise we will â¦â
Two fighters were blocking White Mitchellâs path, but White Mitchell didnât seem to see them at all and flew straight past.
âWhatâ¦â
The two tasked to intercept him were dumbstruck. At that moment, a resounding and forceful voice came from the headset: âIâm White!â
Boom!
At that moment, the two of them seemed to have been hit by lightning, a wave of emotions began to surge across their faces.
âItâs White Mitchell! King of Aerial Warfare White Army Master!!!â
Simultaneously, a look of pleasant surprise emerged on their faces.
âNumbers Eight and Nine, what are you doing? That fighter jet is flying past the coastal line and into the inland. Did he refuse to heed the warning, forgetting what Iâve told you? Anyone who violates my airspace is an enemy, attack him! Attack him! Attack him!â
In a certain command center of Dragon Realm War Department, Commander Jesse had a gloomy face, completely displeased.
âBo⦠Boss, itâs White Mitchell! He claims he is White Mitchell!â A fighter pilot spoke up, his voice trembling, and joy was evident in his words.
âWhat the hell! So what if itâs White Mitchell, White Mitc⦠wait a minute, what did you just say?â
âKing of Aerial Warfare! The founder of the White War Department, the Army Master titled White Mitchell!!!â
Boom!
The next moment, Jesse shuddered, an excited look appeared on his face, and even his eyes welled up.
âQuick! Quick! Connect my call to that fighter jet, I want to speak to him, I want to have a conversation!â Jesseâs emotions surged, leaving the communication officer next to him astonished.
Whatâs going on? Who could make this battle-hardened commander so emotional?
Despite his doubt, the communication officer connected Jesse to White Mitchellâs fighter jet, and White Mitchell did not refuse, he directly picked the incoming call.
âYou⦠hello, this is Commander Jesse from the Aerial Warfare Department. May I ask if you⦠are White Mitchell in person?â
Although Jesse was trying his best to keep his excitement in check, his emotional state was reflected in his every word and act.
âJesse, itâs me!â
Whoosh!
At that moment, Jesse felt something fiercely stabbing his heart, it began beating intensely, and teardrops started roll down his cheek.
âYou finally came back, youâre finally back!!!â Jesse sobbed.
This incident left everyone in the command center flabbergasted.
âWeâll catch up later, I need a favor from you, Iâll land at River North airport in an hour.â
âAll right, Iâll arrange immediately!â
Jesse put down the communicator, wiped away his tears, the iron will and decisiveness resumed on his face.
âInform River North International Airport, clear a runway for him, immediately, right away!â Jesse ordered directly.
The members of the command center: ???
Clear a runway especially for him at a public airport?
Who is this person exactly, to have such a grand standing?
Unfortunately, these young individuals still have no idea, something even more shocking would soon follow.
âAurze Dragon First Team, assemble immediately, rendezvous with number Eight and Nine!â
The Aurze Dragon First Team, which was still carrying out trainings, immediately climbed onto their fighter jets at the fastest speed, soared into the air in the blink of an eye, eight fighter jets roared and flew away, similar to the roar of a tiger and the chant of a dragon.
A fighter pilot picked up the communicator, and sternly asked, âBoss, did Falcon Domain send over a lot of people? Should we shoot them down?â
âIâll curse your ancestors! Everyone better listen up, your task this time is to escort!â
Escort?
Upon hearing their task, although the members of Aurze Dragon Team did not speak against it, they still felt somewhat displeased inwardly.
The Aurze Dragon First Team has always been the outstanding aerial warfare squad of the entire Aerial Warfare Department.
As warriors would fight against warriors, generals against generals, and soldiers are all about direct confrontation, assigning the team on an escort mission, isnât it a waste of their exceptional talent?
âDonât think I donât know what youâre thinking, I can responsibly tell you that being able to provide an escort for this person is a great honor, if you are not willing, Iâll look for the Aurze Dragon Second Team!â
Honor?
Big shot?
The team leader of Aurze Dragon First Team couldnât help but ask: âBoss, who is this big shot?â
âNumber Eight, tell your team leader!â Jesse couldnât be bothered to explain and put down the communicator, preparing to notify the War Department about White Mitchellâs return.
âNumber Eight, Number Eight, speak up.â The team leader of Aurze Dragon First Team asked again.
âBo⦠Boss, he is White Mitchell.â Number Eight quickly added, referring to his earlier experience, âHeâs the King of Aerial Warfare, the founder of the White War Department, the Army Master titled White Mitchell!!!â
âWh⦠what?â
Boom!
Just as if something had exploded inside his head, the team leader of Aurze Dragon First Team was caught off guard for a moment.
âSpeed up! Speed up! Speed up!â
âProceed with the escort mission!!!â
As the urgent voice was broadcasted, hearts and engines of the eight fighter jets revved to maximum, breaking the sound barrier in an instant, and they rushed off as if ignited.