"Tiger King?" Luo Zheng exclaid in shock. Looking back, the most recent Strongest Soldier King had been Tiger King—a legendary figure. There were not many records about Tiger King in the hall of honor, and Luo Zheng didn't know why that was. He had even asked Lan Xue privately, but she didn't know either. Even Captain Wu was very secretive about Tiger King, as if even ntioning his na was disrespectful.
Luo Zheng didn't know that Tiger King had mastered the Invisible Blade Skill, but he was astonished to realize such a person existed. Looking in surprise at the madman, the madman was equally astonished and asked, "You know of his existence?"
"My understanding is very limited. The base has so information about him. It's said that Tiger King once infiltrated Japan alone and almost assassinated the Emperor himself. Facing an attack by five Chrysanthemum Level Ninjas, he fought proudly on his own and overpowered all five without them being able to retaliate. But then a determined monk appeared and supposedly injured Tiger King with a single move. Tiger King's whereabouts have been unknown since then. Who knows if it's true or not," Luo Zheng whispered excitedly, his voice lowered, his excitent palpable. The glorious achievents of the older generation kept Luo Zheng awake on many nights, wishing he could fight as they did.
"Sword Drawing Skill, the pirates' Sword Drawing Skill," the madman said with a bitter face. Seeing Luo Zheng's curious expression, he explained, "That monk was the royal family's number one expert, and the number one expert in all of Japan. He trained from a young age in that one move—drawing the sword to kill, unimaginably fast. No one could withstand that mysterious strike. Knowing I was no match, I drove a plane to crash into their palace."
"What?" Luo Zheng hadn't expected that the madman's decision to crash a plane into the palace was connected to this incident. He suddenly realized that the madman and Tiger King had a deep relationship. Seeing through Luo Zheng's thoughts, the madman continued, "Tiger King was my ntor and friend, the person I respect the most. After Japan's defeat, Tiger King went missing. Later, I learned that he had been captured by the pirates and taken to a Terrorist Organization base, where they wanted him to teach them the Sword Skill. I went after them to rescue him, but against my wishes, I couldn't save him and was injured and captured myself. If you get a chance to escape, I hope you can go to the Terrorist Organization base and rescue Tiger King."
"What?" Luo Zheng was taken aback once more. He hadn't expected that the madman's two daring deeds both involved Tiger King. Thinking that Tiger King might be at the Terrorist Organization base, his expression turned serious and he said earnestly, "Don't worry, I swear, if I survive and get out, I will find Tiger King and bring him ho."
"Ho?" The madman was startled, his pale face showing longing and excitent. He stared at Luo Zheng, suddenly smiled, and said, "I never thought that after being imprisoned here for thirty years, I'd still have a chance to go ho. Ho, that's wonderful. The base must have changed a lot, right? I really hope I can live to see it." With that, hot tears rolled down from his cloudy eyes, and his pale cheeks flushed slightly with color.
"Yes, you definitely will," Luo Zheng said firmly. A hero who had been imprisoned for thirty years must be rescued no matter what. Luo Zheng quietly vowed to himself.
They talked about the base for a while. Mostly the madman asked questions, and Luo Zheng talked until he was tired, then the madman spoke, mainly about the Invisible Blade Skill. Luo Zheng listened intently, occasionally interjecting a question. Both were full of energy, tireless, one learning earnestly and the other teaching wholeheartedly, undisturbed by anyone.
In the prison, there was no sense of day or night; they didn't know how long they had talked, and no one ca to check on them. The guards were all stationed at the entrance, fearful of anyone breaking out and hardly paying them any mind. Ti passed unconsciously, and it was ti for their al. The old man who brought their als delivered it enthusiastically, not requiring any effort from them.
After eating and drinking their fill, they continued talking. The madman, worried the Sword Skill might be lost, took the opportunity to continually impart his understanding of the ntal thod to Luo Zheng. Occasionally, they would stand up, grab a book rolled up as a makeshift sword to demonstrate moves, then sit down again to continue the transmission, tireless.
There was no telling how much ti had passed when the madman had imparted his entire sword skill to Luo Zheng. Seeing Luo Zheng's strong ability to grasp the concept and having understood three tenths of it, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He quietly exclaid that there was a successor and even if he died, he would have lived up to the Tiger King.
That day, having eaten his fill, Luo Zheng rested for a while and summoned Jeff. Over the past few days, Jeff had followed Luo Zheng's orders to connect with people both upstairs and downstairs, befriending many. Seeing Luo Zheng, Jeff knew that the final mont had arrived. He couldn't help but feel elated and eagerly said, "What do you need to do?"
"You quietly pass the order to dismantle the beds and take out the steel pipes inside for later use. Divide the team into three; one group will use steel pipes to fight the police at the entrance and exit, another group will handle fire prevention and creating short circuits, and a third group will pry open the iron doors at the entrances with steel pipes. Everyone upstairs and down must act together. Rember, cut the power first, then start a fire; use the thick smoke as cover while knocking on doors," Luo Zheng instructed seriously.
Jeff's eyes lit up, and he laughed, his gaze resolute as he said, "No problem, I know what to do. The brothers are all anxious; they'll definitely cooperate fully. Once the power is cut, no one can see anything in this hellhole. When the police surely use their flashlights, we'll just smash them with steel pipes. They'll be in for a rough ti. But, can that door really be pried open?"
"Hard to say, let's try it, but if it doesn't work, there's nothing we can do," Luo Zheng advised earnestly. Seeing a flicker of frustration and annoyance cross Jeff's face, he reassured him, "Think about it, once the fire starts here and the smoke billows, the outside will definitely find out. They're sure to co and investigate; there will always be a chance."
Jeff's eyes brightened instantly, and he was thrilled. As long as soone ca, Jeff would have the opportunity to send word of their presence here, and then his country would definitely send soone to rescue them. Thinking of this, Jeff's gaze hardened, and he imdiately said, "Understood, over these past few days of networking, I've realized many people are in the sa situation. Just having the outside world know we're here will certainly enable our escape. You can count on ."
Luo Zheng nodded. Although Jeff didn't ntion the specifics, Luo Zheng could guess. Everyone here was either a special agent, retired soldier, or political prisoner, likely unknown to the outside world. Once the news spread, various powers would surely organize a rescue. It was because of these reasons that Luo Zheng shared the plan without reservations, trusting that everyone would support it wholeheartedly.
"When do we start the action?" Jeff asked, eager to begin.
"Tell everyone to secretly prepare, next alti is when we act, better to work on a full stomach," Luo Zheng said with a smile.
"Understood, I'll go and notify them right away," Jeff responded decisively, pausing at the door, he turned to Luo Zheng with a serious look, "No matter what country you are from, from now on, we are friends. I'm Jeff, captain of the Special Ops Squad of Italy's Strategic Action Departnt. If you get the chance to co to Italy, the drinks are on ."
"Alright," Luo Zheng said with a smile, not revealing his identity. Jeff didn't inquire further, turned around, and left with steps that grew livelier.
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