rised.The little girl suddenly turned around, wrapped her arms around Wang Zheng's neck, and tightly entwined her legs around his waist. Her body pressed closely against him!A close embrace with no sp...Chapter 1149 Reunion of Brothers

The remaining Dragon Scale members encountered an unusually smooth path as they ascended through the first dozen floors, a development that seemed somewhat eerie.

Su Fuhua had already moved all his personnel to the rooftop, abandoning these ambushes in order to make his final stand against Wang Zheng.

The phrase 'final showdown' between a physically strong young man and an old man whose one foot was already in the grave seemed particularly tragic for the latter.

When Wang Zheng and several comrades reached the ground floor of the rooftop, Yang Ming was already waiting there.

It seemed everyone knew that the final confrontation was about to take place.

"That old codger pulled back all his ambushes. Looks like he's planning a showdown on the roof," said Yang Ming with a cold smile, as if fear wasn't part of his vocabulary.

Wang Zheng stood still and looked at the last flight of stairs, taking a deep breath before closing his eyes.

Innumerable scenes flashed before him.

Wang Zheng saw how the battle smoke suddenly rose in the blue skies and clear waters of the Golden Triangle, turning the entire battlefield into a tragic scene of bloodshed;

he saw one comrade after another fall dead from bullets fired next to him, never rising again;

he saw Lao Sheng dive in front of him as his chest was riddled with bullet holes, turning the flesh there into a bloody mess;

and he saw Li Yiran being pushed into the cold morgue, her eyes forever closed...

This battle had already claimed so many lives, and among them were countless individuals who had died because of him.

The end has come, finally it's time for everything to conclude.

Wang Zheng clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes, and took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to adjust his emotions.

Before the final showdown, he had to cast away all sorrow, forget the past, let everything dissipate temporarily, and fill his mind with a resolute fighting spirit.

A cornered dog will still try to fight its way out; how much more would someone like Su Fuhua, driven to desperation, be willing to do! Without a resilient mindset and clear-headedness, it'd be impossible to compete at the critical moment of wit and courage!

Finally, after five whole minutes, Wang Zheng opened his eyes.

He looked at his brothers; apart from Old Jin still in the ventilation duct and Chen Kang who had lost both legs, all remaining members of Dragon Scale were here. Over the years, they too had suffered injuries that should not have been theirs to bear.

No, there was also Qiangzi.

Wang Zheng's gaze swept across their faces, seeing no hesitation or fear, only determination and more determination.

"I'm ready. Are you all prepared" Wang Zheng asked solemnly.

"We're all ready," the Dragon Scale warriors answered in unison, though not loudly, their voices carried an indomitable confidence.

Today, no one could stop them anymore.

Wang Zheng clenched his fists. At this moment, there was no need for any more words; everyone's resolute gazes were the best answer.

The instant Wang Zheng stepped over the rooftop door frame, he sensed a piercing gaze directed at him.

That was Su Fuhua’s eyes.

After a long time, this old man seems to have aged significantly. It's not an exaggeration to say he is on his deathbed. Concerned with the matters of the Su family, this old man has been plagued by worry and cannot enjoy his twilight years; instead, he is pushed to such dire straits.

Of course, all of this is self-inflicted, and no one else can be blamed.

Each dragon scale warrior stands firm, looking at their archenemy without revealing any killing intent because they have already internalized it deeply within themselves.

No one can shake their belief, nor weaken their strength.

As he looked at the row of dragon scale warriors standing there, Su Fuhua even showed a smile in his eyes.

He extended his bony fingers and counted each member of the dragon scale team one by one.

"One, two, three..." As he continued counting, Su Fuhua burst out laughing. His laughter was outrageous and hysterical.

"You're left with only a few people Where did that once invincible Dragon Scale unit go Did I kill them all Hahaha!" Su Fuhua laughed until tears streamed down his face!

Wang Zheng said solemnly, "Su Fuhua, I must correct you. The Dragon Scale unit is a national treasure, protecting the nation and its people. We have never been invincible. Everything that was taken from us will be reclaimed item by item."

When saying these words, Wang Zheng couldn't help but feel sad. Even if they would win today, so many precious lives were lost and could not return.

Wang Zheng is a person with feelings; even though he had spent several minutes getting himself into the best fighting state, now he was still powerless against such overwhelming emotions. Though years have passed, the pain remains vividly clear.

Su Fuhua sneered, his tone dripping with derision as he said, "With just you guys Look at how many of you are here compared to me! Probably ten times more or even more! Even if every single one of them fires a shot, you'll all be riddled with bullets!"

"Be riddled with bullets" Wang Zheng's gaze swept over the armed men behind Su Fuhua and then shook his head: "In battle, numbers are never decisive. Just like how I alone have still managed to push your Lixin Manor to this point."

Wang Zheng’s words undoubtedly infuriated Su Fuhua; what angered him most was the ruin of the Lixin Manor, especially when it finally fell under a joint military-police raid, pushing his tolerance to its limits.

This is what he dedicated his entire life to build, and it has now fallen into irreparable ruin! And almost all of this was done by Wang Zheng alone!

"If you don't believe me, the five of us can definitely wipe out your group." Wang Zheng tossed aside the assault rifle in his hand and drew two submachine guns from his waist. His gaze was fixed straight ahead as murderous intent slowly rose within him.

"Is that so"

Su Fuhua sneered again, his eyes sweeping over Longlin's group before kicking Zhanqi, who was still curled up on the ground, and said, "Look at him. Do you know who he is"

Two men stepped forward, kicked Zhanqi to flip him over, exposing a blood-covered face.

Bloodstains made his appearance almost unrecognizable, but since they had spent so many years together with Longlin's group, everyone recognized him at first sight!

After all, he was once the guardian deity of Longlin soldiers; with one sniper rifle, he could eliminate half of their enemies from afar and clear out all enemy snipers effortlessly.

He was the second best fighter in Longlin and also a brother to them!

"Zhanqi!"

When Wang Zheng saw Zhanqi, he almost couldn't control himself from rushing forward, but rationality that came flooding back made him stop.

"Zhanqi, you've caused so much trouble for us! I'm going to kill you!"

Yang Ming angrily raised his assault rifle and pulled the trigger!

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