King's Awakening

[Little Sister: Brother, why aren't you answering your phone? They say you've broken out of prison, that you're a traitor who fled abroad. That's not true, right?]

[Little Sister: Dad said you must have been framed and, despite objections, went to investigate the truth about what happened back then. But Dad said there are people who don't want him to know the truth, and 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 aren't you replying to my messages? Are you enjoying hiding out abroad? I hate you!]

[Unknown Number: White, Mom is about to pass away. The one thing she's most worried about is you and your little sister, Sherry. If you can see this message, you must take care of Sherry for me!]

These were the few messages that White Mitchell had received on his phone after he came out from a private prison known as Endless Blood Prison.

Most messages were from within the year he'd been imprisoned, except for the one from the unknown number, which was from two hours ago!

"Ah!!!!" The moment he saw the messages, White Mitchell's aura exploded, his eyes filled with mist, his heart twisted in agony!

A year ago, he had been ordered by the elders of Dragon Realm to come to the Endless Hell Prison, known as a place no one could survive, to carry out a top-secret mission.

As a result, he had been cut off from all information.

He had never imagined that the moment he got out of prison, he'd be faced with a series of terrible news, and now his mind was flooded with endless regret.

He had racked his brains for a year to complete this nearly impossible task, only to end up with his foster father dead and his foster mother on the brink of death!

Failing as a son!

Tears finally fell from the eyes of the man known as the number one Army Master of Dragon Realm, along with endless regret in his heart.

The next moment, he dialed a phone number only known to ten people in the whole world and then sprinted to a private airport without hesitation.

"Ah ah ah!!!" Tears streamed down White Mitchell's face, filled with endless regret and hatred...

"Return to the homeland! Return to the homeland! Return to the homeland! I must return right away!!!"

He couldn't wait any longer. White Mitchell didn't want to wait another second. Now, there was only one thought in his mind: to return to the homeland, to return to his family!

"What's that lunatic doing?"

"Phew, who cares what he's doing. It's good that we've finally gotten rid of him."

"Yes, if we'd let him stay here any longer, our Endless Hell Prison would almost be torn down by him!"

Inside Endless Blood Prison, the warden's eyes fixated on the direction where White Mitchell disappeared until he was completely out of sight before he breathed a sigh of relief.

...

"Check! Lock onto the location of that number right now! Right now! Right now!!!"

White Mitchell, with tears streaming down his face, dashed frantically, nobody daring to stop him, nobody daring to block him!

Return to the homeland!

Return to the homeland!

Return to the homeland!!!

He was going back!

Half an hour later, a fourth-generation fighter jet slowly took off into the air, its engine roaring through the sky, shooting towards the direction of Dragon Realm like an arrow released from its bow.

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

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

Worthy of the nation, worthy of the people!

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

Now, he might not even make it in time to see his foster mother's face for the last time!

Worthy of heaven and earth, yet he betrayed his family!

Failing as a son! Failing as a son indeed!!!

"Bastards! Bastards! Bastards! You dared to harm my foster mother, I, White Mitchell, will make you pay! Ah ah ah!!! Faster! Faster! Go faster!!!"

White Mitchell's face was covered in hot tears, his voice trembling as he pushed the control stick violently, increasing speed to near its limits!

...

"Alarm! Alarm! Level one alarm! A fighter jet is approaching our national border, please advise, Commander!"

"God damn it! Are those Falcon Domain flying scouts never-ending, huh? If they dare take one more step, bring them down, jet and all!"

"Reporting, Commander, it's not a Falcon Domain jet, it's Dragon Realm's fourth-generation fighter jet. But this jet's signal frequency isn't within our registered range!"

"Our fourth-generation jet?"

The Dragon Realm War Department's aircraft division spotted White Mitchell's jet at once. Simultaneously, two jets took off, heading straight for White Mitchell's fighter.

"Incoming jet, Dragon Realm airspace is sacred and inviolable, please turn back immediately, please turn back immediately, or we will proceed with the shoot-down order, or we will..."

Two jets positioned themselves in front of White Mitchell's jet, but it was as if he didn't see them, flying straight past them.

"This..."

The two tasked with interception were dumbfounded. At that moment, a clear and strong voice came through their headsets: "I am White!"

Boom!

At this moment, both of them felt as if they had been struck by lightning, and their emotions began to violently fluctuate.

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

A look of surprise and joy spontaneously appeared on their faces.

"Eight, Nine, what are you doing? That fighter has flown past the coastline into the inland, did he not listen to my advice, have you forgotten what I told you? Those who violate my airspace, take them down! Take them down! Take them down!"

Within the command center of the Dragon Realm War Department, Commander Jesse's face darkened, full of displeasure.

"Boss... Boss, it's White! He says he is White!" A pilot's voice trembled, filled with joy.

"Damn! So what if it's White, even if he is..."

"Huh? Wait, what did you just say?"

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

Boom!

The next moment, Jesse trembled, excitement immediately appearing on his face, even his eyes reddened.

"Quick! Quick! Connect me to that fighter, I want to talk to him, I need to talk to him!" Jesse's excitement rose, leaving the nearby communications officer dumbfounded.

What was happening? Who could make this battle-hardened commander so agitated?

Despite his curiosity, the communications officer connected to White Mitchell's fighter, and White Mitchell did not refuse, choosing to answer directly.

"You... Hello, I'm Jesse, the commander of the air combat division. May I ask, are you... are you White himself?"

Although Jesse tried to control himself, excitement still pervaded his speech and behavior.

"Jesse, it's me!"

Whoosh!

At this moment, Jesse felt as though something had pricked his heart, and it began to beat fiercely; he couldn't help but let tears fall.

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

This scene left everyone in the command center stunned.

"We can catch up later, I need a favor from you. I'm going to land at River North Airport in an hour."

"Okay, I'll make the arrangements right away!"

Jesse put down the communicator, wiped away his tears, and his face regained an air of swift decisiveness.

"Notify River North International Airport to clear a runway immediately, now!" Jesse directly issued the order.

Everyone: ???

To clear a runway at a civil airport specifically for him?

Who on earth was this, warranting such a grand scene?

Unfortunately, these younger members didn't realize that something even more shocking was yet to come.

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

The Aurze Dragon First Team, still carrying out training missions, climbed into their fighters at the fastest speed, instantly took to the sky, eight fighters roaring away, resonating like the roar of tigers and dragons.

A pilot picked up the communicator and asked in a stern voice, "Boss, has Falcon Domain sent a lot of people? Should we engage and shoot them down?"

"I'll shoot down your ancestors! Listen up, everyone, your mission this time is to escort!"

Escort?

Hearing the mission, although the members of the Aurze Dragon Team didn't voice their dissatisfaction, they were somewhat displeased inside.

They, the Aurze Dragon First Team, were the most outstanding air combat squadron in the entire division.

As the saying goes, "Soldier against soldier, general against general," elite forces should face elite forces. To have them on an escort mission? This seemed like an underuse of their abilities.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. I can tell you with all seriousness, to escort this person is of the highest honor. If you are not willing, I'll find the Aurze Dragon Second Team!"

Honor?

A VIP?

The captain of Aurze Dragon First Team couldn't help asking, "Boss, who is this VIP?"

"Eight, tell your captain!" Jesse, not wanting to explain any further to these stubborn people, put down the communicator, ready to convey the news of White Mitchell's return to the War Department.

"Eight, speak up," the captain of Aurze Dragon First Team persisted.

"Boss... He is White," having had the previous experience, Eight hurriedly added, "The King of Aerial Warfare, the founder of the White War Department, the titled Army Master White!!!"

"What... What?"

Boom!

As if something exploded in his head, the captain of Aurze Dragon First Team was a bit slow to react.

"Speed up! Speed up! Speed up!"

"Escort!!!"

The urgent voice sounded, the eight fighters put in full throttle, instantly breaking the sound barrier, rushing forth with urgency and fervor!