Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1842 The Last Dance of TriSec

“TriSec, what are you munching on?” Aqua’s voice cut through the chaos, her eyebrows raised in confusion. While the rest were gearing up for the decisive battle, here he was, snacking away?

“Ha, just fueling up!” TriSec flashed a grin, trying to hide the nerves under his bravado. “I’m about to lead the charge, so I need all the energy I can get!! Can’t afford to falter now!”

Aqua’s usual lightheartedness was replaced with a serious gaze as she patted his shoulder. “TriSec, promise me you won’t be reckless. Freedom’s vital, but so is your life.”

“Seriously? An emotional speech now?” He chuckled, touched despite himself.

He swatted her hand away, trying to brush off the gravity of her words. “Against these minor league Airspace Group goons, I can handle them without–breaking a sweat. Life or death? No sweat.”

“Right, right. Good luck!” Aqua gave him a final encouraging nod before walking away.

“Fall in!” Vachon’s commanding voice cut through the noise, rallying the remaining two thousand troops into formation.

down the last bite of his food and sprinted to join the

his face. She trusted him implicitly, having stood by her side for years,

him, she was the bright star in a dark sky. While life on the Dark Night Islands had

face. While having learned from Emmanuel, she knew that in battle, mercy and pity were luxuries they couldn’t afford. Aggression and bravery were

of two thousand soldiers

TriSec led the charge, his horse galloping fiercely toward the

Bang! Bang! Bang!

martiall arts and Taoist techniques, TriSec nimbly dodged the hail of bullets, closing in to a mere 200 meters from the

and closer, but no one knew what he

fortified gate, barely noticed his advance. They were confident that

100 meters… 80 meters!

eyes were locked on the gate, determination blazing. Suddenly, a bullet struck him,

fall. Instead, he howled in pain, “Solana! Fire on