Chapter 445 The Messenger
- White Rabbit was a knockout, yet she wasted her days in a bar, all her skills gathering dust. She drifted like a ghost, eyes barely open. But the second she saw that screen, a spark lit in her gaze. She sprinted over and pressed up to the TV, her heart thundering. Like spring thawing the earth, everything inside her woke up. He’s alive. The Master is alive. Tears spilled down her face on the spot. The bar was packed and noisy, and men ogling a beauty were everywhere. Plenty of them locked their eyes on White Rabbit, their stares greasy as hell. One of them, at a distance, was fixed on her. He watched and whistled to his buddy, “See that? Big rack, tight ass, baby face—damn she’s hot.” His buddy snorted. “What’s to like? She looks like a homeless stray.” The first guy scoffed. “You don’t get it. Clean her up, and she’ll outshine most A-listers. Bet on it.” “Yeah, right.” The guys clearly didn’t buy it. He had barely finished talking when White Rabbit headed for the restroom. Mr. Crawley is still alive. She had no right to fall apart. She had to scrub every trace of grime off herself. She had to get to Mr. Crawley. Let him see how filthy she’d been—totally unacceptable. She came out after washing her face. The people outside were stunned. They’d always thought this woman who drank herself numb every day just had a killer body. Today they saw her face, and it was unreal. “Told you!” the man crowed to his buddies, like she was his trophy. Then he swaggered straight toward her. He reached out to grab her. His hand hadn’t even reached her—Bang. A thunderclap. He dropped to his knees. He looked down. Both legs were slick with blood. No one in the bar caught what she did, but since a creep made a move, someone was bound to step in—except she was faster. A bunch of men moved to block White Rabbit, trying to pen her in outside the bar. They jammed the door. Suddenly— White Rabbit shot them a look that could kill. They parted like robots, opening a path. She looked fierce and razor-sharp, nothing like the drunk from before. She strode straight for the nearest War Department post. Outside it, no one dared stop her. People only backed away when they saw her coming. Holding the Celestial Order, she stormed into the War Department and shouted, “I’m taking a helicopter!” “Block me, and you die.” She’d been stripped of her Celestial King rank, but her power was more than enough to walk through a local War Department. No one tried to stop her. That day, White Rabbit flew a helicopter straight to the East Ocean. Off the East Ocean, half the fighting died down in a single day. At first, the invaders were still willing to clash with General Kunlun, but once they heard his name, they backed off without a fight. Soon, the East Ocean was secure. “Nix, go talk to the invaders’ countries. Make them sign the agreement,” Marcus Crawley said to the War Goddess after handling everything. She hesitated. “The East Ocean is calm now, but other places are still at war. If we rush them to sign, they’ll refuse. Maybe wait until the other fronts are settled?” Marcus’s voice went cold. “They refuse? Then they die.” The War Goddess knew there was no room to bargain with him. She nodded. “Got it. I’ll go now.” She was just about to leave when a helicopter swooped in. Seeing it was from the Mandoria War Department, she relaxed. Before the skids touched down, White Rabbit jumped. She ran straight at Marcus Crawley and threw herself into his arms, overjoyed. He barely had time to react. All he felt was her soft warmth pressed full-on against him. “You… you are?” He tried to push her away, but her body was soft as silk. She’d showered right before coming. A light, clean fragrance curled around him, dizzying. Even Yue Shanshan stared, stunned. “Master, did you forget me?” White Rabbit pouted like a sulky kid. Marcus frowned. The War Goddess hurried to explain. “Rabbit, thank goodness you’re back. The King has amnesia. The more important you were to him, the harder you are to recall.” “It’s critical now. We need his help, but we can’t let the Wolf King know he exists, so we’re using the title General Kunlun.” White Rabbit got it. She nodded to Nix. “Thanks.” Then she clasped Marcus’s hand. “Master, I’m so glad you’re back. The other Celestial Kings lost all hope when you died. That very night, those on Military Awe Mountain resigned.” “The others rushing there resigned, too!” “The Blade fell. The Celestial Dozen disbanded. Everyone who once shone under your halo scattered like sand.” She spoke through tears. The mighty Celestial Kings reduced to this—what a tragedy for Mandoria. She cried a long time before she pulled herself together. Wiping her cheeks, she told Marcus, “Master, this is on me. I shouldn’t dump this on you when you don’t remember. I’ll restart the old Heartblade camp and investigate the Wolf King. We can’t let this go.” Marcus’s eyes were flat, emotionless. His memories of the Blade had grown dim. Just then, the gate guard at the East Ocean war camp rushed in. “Report! War Goddess, someone’s at the gate asking to see you.” Nix turned. “Who comes calling this late?” “Don’t know her,” the guard said. “Says she’s from Riverton. She’s kneeling at the gate and won’t get up. Wants to see General Kunlun!” Nix frowned. From Riverton? “Bring her in.” The guard hurried out and brought the woman inside. She stepped in and dropped to her knees in front of Marcus. Marcus didn’t know her. Neither did Sadie or Nix. “General Kunlun, I have to tell you something.” The woman’s voice trembled as she looked up at Marcus. This was big. It was about the Blade. That night, she still remembered the face of one of the two men—Shen Monkey. The other man, she couldn’t recall. All she knew was that he was cautious. He never even showed her his face. For days, she’d been digging to find who Shen Monkey was. Finally, in footage from Military Awe Mountain, she found him. The Blade. One of the Celestial Dozen. Monkey. The man who saved her was him. She was the woman from that night at the bar, the one who’d made a bet with Monkey. She knew only a peerless master could have killed him. If she talked, she could die for it. But she couldn’t keep quiet.