1 Chapter 1: The Army Master is Released from Prison!

[Little Sister: Brother, why aren't you answering your calls? They say you've broken out of prison, that you're a traitor who fled to a foreign country. This isn't true, right?]

[Little Sister: Dad says you've definitely been wronged. He went to investigate the truth of the past disregarding all objections. But Dad says there are those who don't want him to know the truth. I feel like Dad is in danger. I can't stop him. Where are you?]

[Little Sister: White Mitchell, Dad is dead! He died because of you! Why don't you respond? Are you living idly abroad? I hate you!]

[Unknown Number: White, Mom is leaving. The ones she worries about the most are you and your little sister, Sherry. If you see this message, you must take care of Sherry for me!]

These are a few of the messages that White Mitchell received on his phone after coming out of a private prison codenamed "Endless Blood Prison."

Most of the messages are from the year he was in prison. But the message from the unknown number comes from two hours ago!

"Ah!!!" Seeing the messages, White Mitchell's aura erupted thunderously. His eyes brimmed with moisture, his heart twisted like a knife!

A year ago, he obeyed the elder of Dragon Realm's order and came to this so-called "Endless" Hell Prison where nobody is said to come out alive, to carry out a top-secret mission.

So, he cut off all information.

Unexpectedly, upon leaving prison, he saw all the bad news strung together, and for a moment, endless regret filled his mind.

In the past year, he had exhausted his mind in order to accomplish an almost impossible mission. But the result was his foster father's death and his foster mother's imminent danger!

What a failure as a son!

Tears finally fell from the eyes of this man known as the top military master of the Dragon Realm. And along with them fell the limitless remorse in his heart.

The next moment, he dialed a phone number known only by ten people worldwide and then dashed without a moment's hesitation towards a private airport.

"Ah!!!" Tears streamed down White Mitchell's face, endless regret, endless resentment…

"Return! Go back! Go back! I need to go back now!!!"

He can't wait any longer. White Mitchell didn't want to wait another moment. Now only one thought filled his mind: to return, to return to his family!

"What on earth is this devil doing?"

"Phew, who cares what he's doing, at least we got rid of him."

"True, if he stayed here any longer, our Endless Hell Prison might be smashed by him!"

In the "Endless Blood Prison," the warden kept looking in the direction where White Mitchell was leaving. Only when White Mitchell completely disappeared from his sight did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

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"Search! Immediately locate this number! Now! Now! Now!!!"

With tears streaming down his face, White Mitchell ran wildly, nobody dared to stop him, nobody dared to obstruct!

Go home!

Go home!

Go home!!!

He must return home!

Half an hour later, a fourth-generation fighter slowly ascended. The roar of the engine echoed through the sky. Like an arrow leaving the bowstring, it dashed towards the Dragon Realm.

At this moment, White Mitchell's fighter, like a sharp sword, slashed across the sky.

He had been in the military for five years, with remarkable achievements.

He had no disgrace towards the country or the people!

Yet, he hadn't even seen his foster father's face for the last time!

Now, he might not even make it to seeing his foster mother's face one last time!

He was not unforgivable by heaven and earth, but he let his family down!

What a failure as a son! What a failure as a son!!!

"You bastards! You bastards! Bastards! You dared hurt my foster mother, I, White Mitchell, will make you pay with your lives! Ah!!! Faster! Faster! Faster!!!"

Hot tears flooded White Mitchell's face, his voice trembling. His hands violently pushed the joystick, and the speed shot up again, almost to its limit!

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"Alert! Alert! Level one alert! A fighter is approaching our border, please advise Chief!"

"Damn it! Those Falcon Domain flying scouts never stop, do they? If they dare move one more step, shoot them down, person and machine together!"

"Report to the chief, it's not Falcon Domain fighter, it's a Dragon Realm's fourth-generation fighter, however, this fighter signal is not within our registration range!"

"Our fourth-generation fighter?"

The Dragon Realm War Department's fighter first spotted White Mitchell's fighter, and at the same time, two fighters immediately went airborne, flying straight to intercept White Mitchell.

"Frontal fighter, our Dragon Realm airspace is sacred and inviolable, promptly return to your course, promptly return to your course, otherwise we will execute a shootdown mission, otherwise we will …"

Two fighters were blocking White Mitchell's path, but White Mitchell didn't seem to see them at all and flew straight past.

"What..."

The two tasked to intercept him were dumbstruck. At that moment, a resounding and forceful voice came from the headset: "I'm White!"

Boom!

At that moment, the two of them seemed to have been hit by lightning, a wave of emotions began to surge across their faces.

"It's White Mitchell! King of Aerial Warfare White Army Master!!!"

Simultaneously, a look of pleasant surprise emerged on their faces.

"Numbers Eight and Nine, what are you doing? That fighter jet is flying past the coastal line and into the inland. Did he refuse to heed the warning, forgetting what I've told you? Anyone who violates my airspace is an enemy, attack him! Attack him! Attack him!"

In a certain command center of Dragon Realm War Department, Commander Jesse had a gloomy face, completely displeased.

"Bo... Boss, it's White Mitchell! He claims he is White Mitchell!" A fighter pilot spoke up, his voice trembling, and joy was evident in his words.

"What the hell! So what if it's White Mitchell, White Mitc... wait a minute, what did you just say?"

"King of Aerial Warfare! The founder of the White War Department, the Army Master titled White Mitchell!!!"

Boom!

The next moment, Jesse shuddered, an excited look appeared on his face, and even his eyes welled up.

"Quick! Quick! Connect my call to that fighter jet, I want to speak to him, I want to have a conversation!" Jesse's emotions surged, leaving the communication officer next to him astonished.

What's going on? Who could make this battle-hardened commander so emotional?

Despite his doubt, the communication officer connected Jesse to White Mitchell's fighter jet, and White Mitchell did not refuse, he directly picked the incoming call.

"You... hello, this is Commander Jesse from the Aerial Warfare Department. May I ask if you… are White Mitchell in person?"

Although Jesse was trying his best to keep his excitement in check, his emotional state was reflected in his every word and act.

"Jesse, it's me!"

Whoosh!

At that moment, Jesse felt something fiercely stabbing his heart, it began beating intensely, and teardrops started roll down his cheek.

"You finally came back, you're finally back!!!" Jesse sobbed.

This incident left everyone in the command center flabbergasted.

"We'll catch up later, I need a favor from you, I'll land at River North airport in an hour."

"All right, I'll arrange immediately!"

Jesse put down the communicator, wiped away his tears, the iron will and decisiveness resumed on his face.

"Inform River North International Airport, clear a runway for him, immediately, right away!" Jesse ordered directly.

The members of the command center: ???

Clear a runway especially for him at a public airport?

Who is this person exactly, to have such a grand standing?

Unfortunately, these young individuals still have no idea, something even more shocking would soon follow.

"Aurze Dragon First Team, assemble immediately, rendezvous with number Eight and Nine!"

The Aurze Dragon First Team, which was still carrying out trainings, immediately climbed onto their fighter jets at the fastest speed, soared into the air in the blink of an eye, eight fighter jets roared and flew away, similar to the roar of a tiger and the chant of a dragon.

A fighter pilot picked up the communicator, and sternly asked, "Boss, did Falcon Domain send over a lot of people? Should we shoot them down?"

"I'll curse your ancestors! Everyone better listen up, your task this time is to escort!"

Escort?

Upon hearing their task, although the members of Aurze Dragon Team did not speak against it, they still felt somewhat displeased inwardly.

The Aurze Dragon First Team has always been the outstanding aerial warfare squad of the entire Aerial Warfare Department.

As warriors would fight against warriors, generals against generals, and soldiers are all about direct confrontation, assigning the team on an escort mission, isn't it a waste of their exceptional talent?

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, I can responsibly tell you that being able to provide an escort for this person is a great honor, if you are not willing, I'll look for the Aurze Dragon Second Team!"

Honor?

Big shot?

The team leader of Aurze Dragon First Team couldn't help but ask: "Boss, who is this big shot?"

"Number Eight, tell your team leader!" Jesse couldn't be bothered to explain and put down the communicator, preparing to notify the War Department about White Mitchell's return.

"Number Eight, Number Eight, speak up." The team leader of Aurze Dragon First Team asked again.

"Bo... Boss, he is White Mitchell." Number Eight quickly added, referring to his earlier experience, "He's the King of Aerial Warfare, the founder of the White War Department, the Army Master titled White Mitchell!!!"

"Wh... what?"

Boom!

Just as if something had exploded inside his head, the team leader of Aurze Dragon First Team was caught off guard for a moment.

"Speed up! Speed up! Speed up!"

"Proceed with the escort mission!!!"

As the urgent voice was broadcasted, hearts and engines of the eight fighter jets revved to maximum, breaking the sound barrier in an instant, and they rushed off as if ignited.