A cha slowly erged from the jungle at the mountain top. Though his appearance in the night was sudden, it didn’t evoke any sense of sneakiness. On the contrary, he was like a gentleman appearing at a ball, so elegant and composed.
In the faint starlight above, it seed to gather upon the cha’s body—the golden fuselage, silver power lines, and wings made the whole cha exude an incomparable charm—[Apollo], the na of the Sun God, matched so perfectly with this powerful and graceful design.
A weak yet dazzling flowing light slid across the streamlined body of the cha as [Apollo] finally stepped out of the dark bushes.
Fatty found himself trembling slightly. He held back the urge to turn and run, positioning himself sideways, like soone caught in the act on the bed, with his head lowered and eyes averted, trembling all over.
He was more than familiar with this [Apollo]. The Sun God series chas were Ninth Generation Special chas produced by the Binart Empire in 2059, with a universe-wide production of fewer than a thousand, equipped mainly by the elite special forces of its own country, and additionally offered to Advanced cha Warriors in so technologically backward countries of the Western Alliance.
As Reinhardt was not only the leading general in the Gazalin Military but also a rare Level 9 cha Warrior in small nations, the [Apollo] he owned was a Gold Level model among the Sun God series chas.
Fatty swallowed hard, and just the thought that the enemy before him was a Level 9 Warrior piloting a Top Ninth Generation cha, moreover seemingly unyieldingly hostile towards him, made his mouth taste bitter, as if his life was no sweeter.
He really wanted to greet Reinhardt, exchange pleasantries, and explain that everything that happened before was nothing but a misunderstanding, that what he did was completely out of necessity and there was no intention to oppose Reinhardt so they could et and laugh off their past enmity, each going their own way happily.
However, in the end, he still didn’t dare to say these words.
Fatty sighed gloomily. He knew even if he had deceived Reinhardt’s trust, insulted his intelligence, spread his privacy, ssed up his grand plans, altered his cha, and killed his soldiers, all these could sohow be excused. However, sleeping with his woman, that awkward incident, was sowhat unpardonable.
Though among all the things, Fatty felt most wronged by this incident. However, he also knew well that being cuckolded would inevitably result in a beating, whether wronged or not.
The appearance of [Apollo] caused Bonnie, who was stepping into the cabin, to pause. She tilted her head, the contours of her soft face losing color in the dim starlight. Her body trembled lightly, and her long red hair swayed slightly with her trembling, her slender fingers gripping the cabin door seed sowhat pale.
[Apollo] walked slowly closer, as if taking a stroll. His gaze swept past Osullivan, held by the broken [Magic Beast], and then disregarded it, landing on Bonnie’s face. His voice was magnetic, strangely blending tenderness with undeniable authority: "Bonnie, co over!"
"No!" Bonnie’s voice was soft, yet firm.
This single gentle word, in the silent mountaintop, sounded like a sudden clap of thunder.
Everyone was stunned. This included even Bonnie herself.
Not ntioning how Reinhardt couldn’t believe it, nor watching Osullivan’s face contort between shock and a bit of schadenfreude trembling, naturally, it was the already nearly peeing Fatty who knew that now mud was down his pants and he was dood, co what may.
Asking Bonnie to go over was no more than a test from Reinhardt after hearing the little kid’s affectionate call. He was testing whether Bonnie was grudgingly submissive due to the [Magic Beast]’s threat.
"Why?" Reinhardt’s voice was calm, as if asking a simple, insignificant question. Yet, his gaze left Bonnie, landing on the broken [Magic Beast].
"Why?" Bonnie’s voice trembled a bit: "I should be asking you that! Why are you doing this? Is what Philip said true?"
Fatty was extrely gloomy; won are so troubleso. These were undoubted facts, yet she had to ask them face to face. It seed she would only find relief after a second blow confird by the parties involved.
"Because..." Reinhardt didn’t deny it, his voice soft and clear: "Because I love you."
"Damn it!" Fatty felt on the verge of ecstasy: "What kind of answer is that? Although they say love is to act, simplifying making love into lovemaking isn’t very coherent."
Bonnie stared blankly at [Apollo]. This answer, seemingly admitting everything yet driving one crazy, left her with an inexplicable heartache amidst her bewildernt.
"Is that your answer?" She asked tremulously.
"Do you rember the old days?" Instead of answering directly, Reinhardt deftly changed the subject far afield: "I always liked to take you to catch zrich Wind Butterflies. You would set them free, while I would always make them into specins. Back then, I’d told you: only by dying at the most beautiful mont can beauty last forever."
The mountaintop wind made even the Fatty sitting inside the cha feel a bone-chilling cold, damn, there’s a huge gap. He just liked playing SM, while the other’s perverted realm had already upgraded to eternity and death.
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