On the abandoned aircraft carrier, Luo Zheng stood quietly on the deck, his expression proud yet sorrowful, his face as heavy as iron. The sudden appearance of the aircraft carrier had imposed a tremendous pressure on him. Although there had been no attack for several hours, all necessary preparations had been made. Whether they could withstand the assault from Sam Country was unknown; their chances of survival and escape even less certain.
Moonlight gently caressed the deck, casting a long shadow behind Luo Zheng. The many prisoners hidden in the darkness waited with solemn anticipation, occasionally glancing at Luo Zheng standing in the wind. Their worry dissipated; it seemed that as long as Luo Zheng was there, there was nothing to fear. At worst, they would meet their end, but having survived thus far, having captured police and seized enemy reinforcements, causing such an uproar—they felt it was all worth it.
