The drinking session rolled on till who knows when, the majority of the pedestrians on the streets had already dissipated. There even occurred a minor incident in the midst of it: a few fellows from a nearby table got into a fight and accidentally splashed some of their drink on Sky Shadow. This incensed the prideful Sky Shadow.

There were things that Sky Shadow could tolerate, and others he simply couldn't. This was something he couldn't bear. Fuming, he got up and went to confront them, with his strength, he could have gravely injured them, but only if their backgrounds were ordinary. As long as he didn't kill them, a few words would settle the matter.

Who knew that the two fighters were soldiers in casual attire. When they noticed Sky Shadow, they stopped fighting. "You! You're Sky Shadow!" The two scrambled forward to get an autograph from Sky Shadow...

Super soldiers were idols staunchly promoted by the military. Sky Shadow didn't expect his appeal to be so strong. His knitted brows gradually relaxed, and he generously began to sign.

But that wasn't the end. More people wanting autographs started to gather. Sky Shadow couldn't get angry even if he wanted to. Excusing himself with some made-up thing, he promptly pulled Mu Tou and Angelina up, gave a nod, got in a taxi, and left...

Now only Feng Yi was left at the table. He wasn't quite sure what had transpired. It was probably clear that a woman like Angelina needed no looking after, or maybe he was just too excited to catch up with old friends. As the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine are too few when amongst good friends, one isn't drunk by wine, but by the company. At least for today, Feng Yi was certainly drunk.

Angelina propped up her chin, observing him intently for a while. When it was time to pay the bill, it was the girl who ended up handling the tab.

Once they got back to the hotel, Feng Yi sat on the bed, hands flailing and muttering, "Wine, wine..." under his breath.

Seeing him in this state, Angelina found him somewhat adorable and couldn't help teasing him. She suddenly pushed him onto the bed. Who would've thought that tough Feng Yi would fall over so easily, just like a delicate woman?

A devilish smirk spread across Angelina's face, completely erasing her previous ladylike demeanor. It wasn't clear who had the upper hand, she slipped off her heels without a word and perched atop Feng Yi. "What were you saying earlier?" she asked.

"Wine, wine... Boss."

Feng Yi's head was fuzzy, quite like a brain clogged up with sludge. There was no more wine, but he suddenly found something wet and soft invading his mouth - and it was sweet.

He didn't think much and just started sucking...

However, as a male, it was his instinct to strip his prey. Feng Yi quickly got to his feet and pinned Angelina underneath him, not sure if this was a dream or reality. All he knew was a warm, soft body was pressed against him, but none of that mattered because he found something that could take the place of fine wine.

He was voracious. Within half an hour, Angelina was completely disrobed. Despite his natural shortcoming of stamina, Feng Yi seemed uninhibited in this regard. Typically, men tend to underperform after drinking, but he was going against the norm.

However, Feng Yi was too tired and soon drifted off to sleep. Unfortunately, he wasn't aware of who he was dealing with. A witch, a real witch - nobody ever managed to take advantage of a witch.

As a result, Feng Yi had a restless night. Half-asleep and half-awake, the room frequently echoed with his dreamlike cries…

"Ah, the 3rd time already…"

"5, 5 times now, I'm getting tired…"

"The 13th time, This is the 13th time, I'm dying..."

"I...I really can't go on anymore..."

From then on, Angelina added a new nickname for Feng Yi in her heart: Thirteen-Round Samurai.

When she woke up in the morning, Angelina's creamy, smooth skin looked even more radiant, as though it had been fully moisturized. She wanted to chat with Feng Yi but he was still sleeping. Quietly, she left the room.

In contrast, Feng Yi looked significantly skinnier when he woke up in the afternoon. Although that seems exaggerated, it nevertheless accurately depicted his physical condition: he was absolutely drained.

A day had passed since the super Mecha was stolen. Colonel Vivian received sincere praise from Prince Shalian. A super Mecha's significance far outweighed that of Hofferlansa. The tech department could even incorporate the superior technology from the Solomon 2 into our Mecha and innovate. Consequently, the promises uttered by Thunder Dragon didn't hold any value, it was simply a lie from a perfectionist.

Even if Vivian didn't voice it, she couldn't help but sympathize with Borg's plight. As a commander, she could only try her best to console Borg. Unfortunately, genetic mutants didn't have the rights to control their destiny since their creation. Still, she made a promise to Borg that she would do her utmost to help him regain freedom once the war ended.

Borg, full of wrath, had stopped trusting anyone, be it his superior Vivian or his future fightmate Jiu Ling. He distrusted them all and stayed secluded in his cabin.

For the Federation, despite losing a super Mecha, the situation was gradually easing from being besieged on three fronts… Under the Alliance Strategy Treaty, Pross Empire was under strong restraint by Zana and had retreated from the invincible Roland to the western Bermuda galaxy.

Saudi, under pressure from Diya, was forced to give up two major star territories Big Macs and Lipton. Faced with a pincer attack from the Federation and Diya, to persist would mean risking being cut off, which was akin to digging their own graves.

As for Hell's Gate and Valan Empire, due to geographical constraints, neither could intervene directly in the battlefield. Both sides, with their swords drawn, could only station in their ally's star territories and supply military necessities under the pretext of "support".

At present, the Federation's main opponent was Las-Velas. Whether it was the level of technology or economics, the Federation was half a step behind, and that was after Noah pushed to achieve a reluctant balance.

As a military powerhouse, Las-Velas' heavy industry was unrivaled. They had nearly the same strength in military reserves as Bergheide. Even with the Federation's flourishing population, they still found themselves at a disadvantage when faced with Las-Velas.

Nevertheless, they couldn't focus solely on Las-Velas. Saudi, though pressurized by Diya, still wasn't able to alter the status quo on the northern battlefront. Like a buzzing fly, it occasionally attacks unexpectedly.

Thus, Feng Yi's mission was to sneak into Saudi discreetly and play the role of a good guy impeccably. It wasn't his responsibility to worry about such things, his personal task was mainly to rendezvous with Zi Mou.

From the day he set off, Feng Yi assumed a new identity. Watching the setting sun at the Capital Airport, it was time to board the shuttle. He cast one last lingering look, parting was sorrowful, but his pathetic need for repeated goodbyes was simply annoying. A young lad behind him kicked him in the butt: "Stupid kid, get a move on."

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