Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1678

“Hehe, why do you think it’s called the Dark Night Islands?” Blake grinned. “That

place goes by nearly 300 days a year without sunlight. It’s not only cold but

also shrouded in perpetual darkness!”

“You know where we can land then?” Emmanuel asked.

“Hell, no!” Blake shrugged. He had left the Dark Night Islands when he was

fifteen, nearly twenty years ago. He had almost forgotten what the island’s

environment was like and had no recollection of the surrounding area.

Realizing Blake was hopeless, Blake had no choice but to figure it out himself.

Soon, a light appeared, seemingly heading straight for them.

“No way! Someone’s setting off fireworks in this godforsaken place?”

But the next second, Blake was struck with an ominous feeling.

Emmanuel, a battle–hardened warrior with a keen sense of danger, also felt

Chapter 1678 The War With Kasango

a sudden chill when he saw the light. He quickly maneuvered the helicopter

to change its course.

Whoosh!

The light streaked past one side of the helicopter, causing Blake to break out

in a cold sweat as he realized what it was. “F*cking hell! That was a missile!”

If not for Emmanuel’s exceptional piloting skills, they would have ended up in

a martial artist or how

they would have no chance of survival in

sed.

remained vigilant as the

was circling back.

me! They have that kind

and quickly grabbed two sets of life

parachutes.

the helicopter at full speed toward the direction the missile.

War

Kasango

from, reasoning that there must be land

it was pitch black.

as the missile closed in on their helicopter,

he and Blake

parachute and life vest to

them, but due to the differing times

wind, he was quickly separated

after opening his parachute, Emmanuel lost sight

of Blake.

was correct, and his luck held out as he landed

solid ground.

far away, indicating the presence of people.

primitively? Emmanuel suspected,

went off around him.

War

detection systems? He was

a primitive

advanced tech?

numerous infrared red dots targeted

guard, dressed in black uniform and fully armed,

of Nuthana, Emmanuel knew

it was no joke. He quickly raised his hands.

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