Mexico International Airport.
An airliner flying direct from Carovia landed slowly, skidding for a while after landing and eventually coming to a stop.
“Here it is!”
Jason opened his mouth to speak, and after more than ten hours of flying, he was finally arriving at his destination.
As the cabin door opened, Jason, Old Mr. Miller, Wolf Boy, Mary, and Dark Phoniex got up and walked down the cabin door.
Wolf Boy, on the other hand, was all excited, and he was still excited when he thought to himself that he would soon be able to meet Mr. Iron Fist, Treg, Baron, and the rest of the Satan Operation Group.
Jason led the crowd out of the airport and drove in two cabs toward a private harbor terminal.
The news of Jason’s return had been spoken to the Satan Operation Group fighters ahead of time, so by now, Mr. Warfield, Tiger, and a number of other Satan Warriors had already come over by ship to meet them, and were waiting right there on the dock.
After nearly an hour or so of driving, arriving at this private marina, Jason and the others got out of the car and walked inside.
The managers stationed at this private harbor pier were also extremely familiar with Jason, and after seeing Jason come over there was no need to verify his identity, and he even chatted with Jason for a few moments.
Jason led Old Mr. Miller and the others to a port terminal that Satan Operation Group had leased year round, arriving at this port terminal and seeing from a distance a ship anchored in the waters of the terminal.
There were no special markings on the ship, but Jason knew at a glance that it was a ship whose rate belonged to the Satan Operation Group.
Just when we arrived at the harbor pier, we saw a number of people standing over there, and when the sharp-eyed ones saw Jason and his party coming, the excited shouts had already sounded–
“Captain Miller! Ha ha, Captain Miller and the gang are here!”
It was Tiger who was the first to speak up and shout, followed by several people around him who looked over, all smiling as well –
“Captain Miller!”
“Captain Miller, Lady Mary, you’re here!”
“Huh? Isn’t this Wolf Boy? It’s only been a year or so since I’ve seen him, and he’s already this tall?”
“Haha, Wolf Boy also came, the head is taller, is still too thin, when with your Brother Treg as strong as how good.”
“Treg you go away, someone else a clear-eyed teenager good for nothing, if you look like you such big and thick, it will be difficult to get a wife in the future.”
That last comment came from Mary, who laughed and cursed at Treg.
Among the Satan Warriors who approached were Mr. Iron Fist, Treg, Mr. Warfield, Tiger, lion, and Eagle Eyes, who had learned of Jason’s return and had come to meet him piece by piece.
“Mr. Iron Fist, Treg, lion, Tiger …”
Wolf Boy was so excited and thrilled that he immediately ran up and shouted at the Satan Warriors, who were still unmistakable in his memory, in droves.
“Haha, Wolf Boy, I heard from your brother that you’re having a great time over at Carovia, studying both knowledge and CULTIVATION, that’s very good.”
Mr. Iron Fist laughed aloud and came over to rub Wolf Boy’s head, only to feel that compared to a year or so ago, Wolf Boy had indeed grown quite a bit in size, and was now at the beginning of one meter seven.
“Wolf Boy, want to go into battle with your Brother Tiger?” Tiger asked with a smile.
“Think!”
Wolf Boy nodded subconsciously, then he hastily looked toward Jason.
To go into battle and kill the enemy, it wasn’t something he could do just because he wanted to, and most of all, he had to have Jason’s nod.
Jason naturally saw that in Wolf Boy’s mind, and he smiled and said, “Don’t worry, there will always be a time for you to get on board later. Alright, let’s get on the boat first.”
“Go, go, get on the ship first, there’s a bunch of brothers waiting over at the base.” Mr. Iron Fist said with a smile.
Immediately, Jason and the others also walked up to the ship along the deck where they had landed.
After boarding the ship, Jason also introduced Old Mr. Miller to Mr. Iron Fist and other Satan Army brothers: “Brothers, this is Old Mr. Miller, who also has the title of Lewis on the CaroviaHyacinth side, but you guys can just call him “Old Mr. Miller” like me. Old Mr. Miller. In the words of Old Mr. Miller, he is the one who brought up my son, and he is the one who took care of me, and he is the one who took care of me, and he is the one who took care of me. This time, Old Mr. Miller said he would like to come over to Dark World to have a look. He also said that he wanted to go to the Dark Agist and meet those Agist Emperors. In short, the old man came here this time to deter some Dark Agist, lest he think that our Satan Operation Group is a soft persimmon that can be pinched any way he wants!”
Deterring Dark Agist?
A meeting with Agist the Great?
Mr. Iron Fist, Treg, Tiger, lion and other Satan Warriors’ faces froze for a moment, this is a bull’s-eye thing to do, who would dare to do this without that kind of courage and guts?
A walk through Dark Agist is easier said than done.
Who doesn’t know that Dark Agist is full of powerful men and emperors? There is even a Great Emperor Realm guarding it, so how would an ordinary person have the guts to provoke the might of Dark Agist?
If you can really come and go in Dark Agist, you’ll be able to blow it for the rest of your life.
“Old Mr. Miller is mighty!”
Mr. Iron Fist said with a thumbs up.”
“Old Mr. Miller is mighty, bull-pulled and boomed like no one else!”
“I have long seen Old Mr. Miller’s extraordinary, look at this clothing is the appearance of the world’s high man, holding a dry tobacco pole, the old God, calm and collected, this is a real high man also!”
“That’s natural! If you look at Captain Miller’s invincibility in Dark World, you can see how much Old Mr. Miller, who brought up Captain Miller, is the man to beat. In a word, there’s no need to explain a tough life, Old Mr. Miller is the man!”
Immediately, Treg, Tiger, lion, and the others speak up, all bragging about Old Mr. Miller.
Old Mr. Miller narrowed his eyes and smiled, pointing at Mr. Iron Fist, Treg, and the others with his dry pipe, “You little guys are exactly the same as Jason, and it’s no wonder you got together with him.”
“Old Mr. Miller, we really did speak from the heart just now with those words, no falsehoods whatsoever.” Mr. Iron Fist said with a smile.
“You boys are just blowing off steam to get Old Mr. Miller’s blood flowing, so you can clap your hands when Dark Agist takes a big loss and gets his head bashed in and runs away, aren’t you?” Old Mr. Miller said in a rude voice.
“Absolutely nothing.” Treg opened his mouth, and he said loudly, “If Dark Agist’s side really dares to bully your old man by virtue of their large number of people, we will lay down our lives to stand in front of your old man.”
“That’s more like it.” Old Mr. Miller nodded and asked with a grin, “Is there any wine on this ship?”
“Wine? There is naturally no shortage of wine. All kinds of wine are available, so you can drink whatever you want, old man.” Mr. Iron Fist said.
“Then what are we waiting for? Make a few dishes for drinking, set out the wine, and have a good drink. Doing a shitload of airplanes and not having a sip of wine for over ten hours is suffocating the old man.” Old Mr. Miller said impatiently.
“Okay, Old Mr. Miller you wait, we’ll get ready.”
Mr. Iron Fist and the others opened their mouths and began to go about the business of getting drinks and food.
The ship also began to break the water at that same high-pitched whistle and traveled in the direction of Babia.
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