Chapter 423 Encountering an Acquaintance
"Welcome back, Dragon King! Welcome back, Dragon King! Welcome back, Dragon King..."
As soon as Larry stepped off the plane, the synchronized and powerful voices echoed around him.
The sound was like waves, each one stronger than the last.
Larry looked straight ahead at the thousands of soldiers in front of him. He raised his hand and gently pressed it down.
The shouting stopped instantly.
Several generals in military uniforms approached.
"Welcome back, Dragon King," Frank was the first to speak, a bright smile on his dark face. "We've been waiting for this day for a long time. Finally, the Dragon King has returned."
"When did you learn to be so smooth-talking?" Larry playfully punched Frank's chest with a light fist.
Frank chuckled.
"Let's go."
Larry turned and started walking.
The Eight Heavenly Dragons followed closely behind, with the other generals trailing after them.
Larry first arranged for transportation to send the Eight Heavenly Dragons away, instructing them to leave Summer Nation and head abroad to start building the Dragon Palace and their own forces.
He wasn't building a force for conquest.
He just wanted to have something to rely on in the future.
Military District, Office.
Frank asked, "Dragon King, why did the Eight Heavenly Dragons leave as soon as they arrived?"
Larry glanced around the conference room at the others and said, "I received a secret order to return to Southwild and take command of the Black Dragon Army again."
Idris asked, "Dragon King, what's the plan now?"
Larry shook his head. "No specific plans. Just carry on as usual. For now, don't let anyone know I've returned. By the way, how's the management of the 140 cities in Southwild?"
Frank replied, "The 140 cities have been renamed Dragon City. Recently, the Black Dragon Army has been cleaning up Dragon City, dismantling all illegal organizations and disbanding private armed forces. We've also rescued some illegal workers from the mines."
Frank briefly reported their recent achievements.
"Good."
Larry nodded in satisfaction.
Frank might be a rough guy, but he did a good job this time.
"Meeting adjourned."
Larry stood up and left.
Southwild, Black Dragon Mansion.
Larry lounged on the sofa, with Frank sitting across from him.
Frank asked, "Boss, do you have a mission this time?"
"Yes."
Larry nodded. "Notify Valerian to prepare a thousand Black Dragon Army soldiers to be on standby. We'll head out tonight."
"Head out? Where to?" Frank was puzzled. If there was a mission, why didn't he mention it during the meeting?
Larry's expression turned somber. "To Aurora Citadel, to retrieve the Execution Sword and kill Alistair."
"Oh my God!"
Frank stood up in shock, his dark face filled with disbelief. "Boss, are you serious? Going to Aurora Citadel to get the Execution Sword and kill Alistair, the commander of the Legion of Flame Surge?"
"Yes."
Larry nodded slowly. "The plan is confidential. Don't tell anyone, not even Valerian. Only the thousand Black Dragon Army soldiers who returned from Sunset City will accompany us."
"Understood."
Frank knew the gravity of the situation.
This must not be leaked.
If Alistair found out, it would be a disaster.
Frank sat back down and asked, "Boss, did something happen in Sunset City?"
Larry shook his head slightly. "Nothing much. I'll tell you later."
"Knock, knock, knock."
There was a knock on the door.
Frank got up to open it.
Soon, he led a young woman inside.
She was in her twenties, with short hair and wearing a military uniform, looking sharp and spirited.
"Larry."
She called out sweetly as she approached.
Larry, still on the sofa, glanced at her and then at Frank, smiling. "Not bad. When's the wedding?"
Frank blushed. "What wedding?"
But he was pinched and quickly corrected himself. "Soon, soon."
Amelia sat down, her face beaming. "Larry, how are things with Chloe?"
Larry shook his head slightly.
He didn't want to talk about his personal matters.
Frank nudged Amelia gently, and she wisely didn't press further.
"Boss, let's go see Anson," Frank suddenly suggested.
Larry nodded. "Alright, let's go."
The three of them left.
Frank drove a regular business car out of Southwild, heading to a cemetery.
Buried here were the fallen soldiers of the Black Dragon Army, heroes who had made great sacrifices for their country.
In the cemetery, there was a grave.
The tombstone bore the name Anson Bynum.
Anson, a one-star general of Southwild.
A year ago, he led a small team on a mission but was ambushed by enemy forces.
By the time reinforcements arrived, only cold bodies remained.
There was already someone at the grave.
A young woman, in her early twenties, wearing a white down jacket.
It was autumn, and Southwild was cold, with a light drizzle today.
The woman stood in front of the grave, staring at the tombstone.
Larry, Frank, and Amelia arrived and saw the person standing there.
Larry frowned and asked, "Is someone here to pay respects? I never heard Anson mention any family."
Frank thought for a moment. "I remember him mentioning once, while drinking, that he had a daughter. But he was stationed at the border for years and rarely went home. His wife remarried long ago, taking their daughter with her."
Larry nodded and walked over.
As he got closer and saw the person standing at Anson's grave, he was surprised. "Is it you?"
Melanie turned at the sound, seeing Larry and Frank, and was momentarily stunned.
Then she smiled brightly. "Larry, Black Dragon, what are you doing here?"
Larry pointed to the grave. "It's Anson's Memorial Day. We're here to pay our respects."
He then looked at Melanie in surprise. "You... you wouldn't happen to be Anson's daughter, would you?"
Melanie nodded. "Yes."
Larry was taken aback by the coincidence.
Anson's daughter was a famous celebrity.
Melanie looked at the tombstone, her face tinged with sadness. "I never met my dad. I only heard about him from my mom. She said he was a gambler and a troublemaker, always chased by debt collectors. She couldn't take it and divorced him when I was two."
Larry didn't know much about Anson's personal life.
Melanie continued, "It wasn't until a year ago that I was notified my dad was a general, but he had died in battle."
Larry nodded.
Southwild generals' identities were kept secret, not disclosed to family or the public.
Because guarding the border made many enemies, revealing family ties would be disastrous for them.
"He wasn't a gambler. He was a hero," Larry said softly, looking at the tombstone.
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