Chapter 108: The Battle Broke Out

Negoya. Inside the hotel. Bruce Yale stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite, a teacup in hand, quietly watching the world below. Armored vehicles of the Jastonian Army crawled along the streets. Squads of Jastonian soldiers in battle dress patrolled nonstop. Now and then, explosions rippled through the vast city. Where the blasts rose, the same scene often played out. A group of martial artists burst from cover, a team of elite Jastonian specialists on their heels. Armed...