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Wu Dehui was still lost in wonder at the killer's decisive and courageous actions, while the military sub-district itself was already engulfed in chaos. The thunderous explosion, like a clatter of thunder, seemed to possess a magical power, instantly jarring the soldiers throughout the camp from their slumber. The patrol members, like arrows from a bowstring, dashed towards the area at top speed, while those on night duty also rushed in without hesitation. Despite the chaos, a strong sense of order permeated the scene. The Chinese military was renowned for its strict discipline, with comprehensive, proven protocols for handling any potential emergency.

Li Chi and Xiao Man accompanied Guo Yingnan as they slowly emerged from a car. Wu Dehui showed no sign of surprise the moment he saw Guo Yingnan. This wasn't because he was unprepared, but rather because he had long known of a secret tunnel beneath the courtyard. So, when Wu Dehui immediately informed Guo Yingnan of the assassins' approach, Guo Yingnan and his companions had quietly escaped through the tunnel. But now, upon hearing the deafening explosion, Guo Yingnan, with unprecedented resolve, vehemently demanded that Li Chi take him back to the scene. He was deeply concerned for the soldiers who had been protecting him, and he desperately wanted to see for himself whether these brave warriors had survived.

The moment the utterly horrific scene came into view, Guo Yingnan's legs seemed to lose all strength, giving way, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. His eyes flashed with grief and anger, and without hesitation, he kowtowed three times before the bodies of the soldiers lying in a pool of blood. Each kowtow struck the softest part of his heart, and every tear shed a wave of grief for the fallen soldiers. In that moment, Guo Yingnan vowed that no matter the cost, he would take good care of the soldiers' families and do his utmost to find the cruel murderer, seek justice for them, and let their souls rest in peace.

The highly respected and experienced leaders of the military sub-district hurried to the scene and witnessed Guo Yingnan's unhesitating kneeling. Although their hearts were filled with grief and indignation, like surging waves, they were also acutely aware that this heartbreaking event had nothing to do with Guo Yingnan. Guo Yingnan was undoubtedly an innocent victim of this disaster, and given his status and influence as a super-rich man, his willingness to take such a solemn oath clearly demonstrated his deep respect and commitment to these brave soldiers.

They hurried forward, carefully helping Guo Yingnan to his feet, and then solemnly instructed their men to quickly transport him to the underground command post. A successful attack there would be nearly impossible without the use of powerful earth-penetrating bombs. The next crucial task was to spare no effort in rescuing the injured soldiers, meticulously deploying personnel for a search and rescue operation, and diligently leveling the ruins ravaged by the disaster. Furthermore, they systematically arranged for dedicated personnel to promptly report all these tragic events to the nation's top leadership.

When the nation's top leaders learned of this devastating news, they were deeply shocked and heartbroken. They immediately and decisively dispatched relevant professionals to track down the perpetrators of the brutal attack and issued strict orders that the masterminds be brought to justice and made to pay the price for their crimes. As for the compensation for the soldiers who died heroically, it had to be temporarily delayed. This was not due to the nation's irresponsibility; on the contrary, it was to honor the lives of the masterminds in a profound tribute to these brave and fearless soldiers who sacrificed their lives for their country, offering comfort to their souls in heaven.

Back in Hong Kong, it was almost dawn when Na Long returned to their castle. He had no time to rest, but rushed to the underground secret room. When he was at the Governor's Mansion, he had received a report that an explosion had occurred in the Pengcheng Military Sub-district, and he was eager to know the result.

As he cautiously descended into the mysterious chamber, an oppressive atmosphere washed over him. A figure was already standing there, waiting expectantly. Upon seeing him descend, the figure eagerly exclaimed, "Ancestor, the avatar you so painstakingly cultivated was destroyed so easily?" The dragon's eyes gleamed with excitement, and his voice trembled slightly.

Indeed, the figure standing across from him, awaiting him, was none other than the feared Emperor. The devastating explosion had reduced the entire courtyard to rubble, and the bomb itself was firmly lodged in the Emperor's body. He was still alive?! It turned out that only a clone of the Emperor had perished. Back at his hundredth year, the Emperor had fortuitously acquired a magical technique involving the transfer of souls, essentially a form of advanced hypnosis. Once controlled by this technique, a person is transformed into a completely different person, undergoing a profound transformation from the soul to the exterior. In other words, those hypnotized unknowingly became clones of the Emperor. Through this method, the Emperor deceived others into believing he had cultivated a clone, an invincible being. However, only the Emperor himself knew that he was merely employing a trick, not truly possessing such unbeatable power. What distressed the emperor the most was that this so-called clone had cost him countless efforts to cultivate, and now it already possessed 80% of his skills. If he wanted to cultivate another such a powerful master, the price he would have to pay would be extremely huge, perhaps even beyond his imagination.

As long as Guo Yingnan could be successfully killed, the sacrifice made by the carefully prepared clone would undoubtedly be extremely worthwhile. The emperor raised the corner of his mouth slightly, a subtle determination flashed in his eyes, and his tone remained calm, as if nothing in the world could tug at his heartstrings, everything was like a passing cloud of smoke, not worth mentioning.

The dragon quietly gazed at the ancestor's calm yet confident expression, a surge of certainty rising in his heart. He firmly believed that Guo Yingnan would definitely die this time. However, his cautious nature compelled him to find the senior executive they had carefully trained after exiting the mysterious chamber and carefully confirm the relevant important information again to ensure that nothing was wrong.

"Okay, since there is nothing else important, you can go down." The emperor slowly waved to the dragon, indicating that he could leave.

Nalong left the secret room with mixed emotions. In the corridor outside, he couldn't help but sigh. The ancestor's aura was truly overwhelming. Even after just a brief moment in his presence, he felt his back soaked with sweat. But now that Guo Yingnan was dead, his long-held worry was finally resolved, and his frayed nerves finally relaxed. While this operation wasn't a perfect outcome, compared to their previous thirty years of unsuccessful attempts to eliminate Guo Yingnan, it was a remarkable success. Their long-planned conspiracy had finally paid off. Not only had they successfully provoked conflict between Huaxia and the Great Eagle, they were also able to capitalize on it, turning the chaos into an opportunity for their own personal gain—killing two birds with one stone.

At the Governor's Mansion, Anthony Senna and Mr. Bird were already opening bottles of champagne. They were already looking forward to seeing the sad faces of the Chinese during the negotiations.