"General Star Lu He, the war zone needs you to proceed to Guangshen Province immediately..."
In the scorching hot water, a man with trench-like scars across his chest, abdomen, and back, and a long scar on his face suddenly stood up.
"The aircraft has already taken off from the war zone and is expected to reach your location in two hours..."
"Okay, received!"
Lu He's face showed surprise because the call didn't come from anyone else; it was a direct order from the Southern War Zone Headquarters, from the commander himself.
Moreover, it allowed only success, no failure.
"Eleventh of the Eighteen Masters of the Overlord Blade, Jing He... this opponent is indeed not simple."
...
"Hello, miss, you must go through security first!"
An airport staff member stopped a young woman pulling a suitcase, "Miss, please cooperate and show your valid identification and the ticket you purchased now..."
