Chapter 1599 - 1600: A Pitiful Woman
All these years, Wu Wei had lost track of how much blood of the weak had stained his hands.
However, feelings like regret, guilt, and pain were something he never experienced.
The weak are always destined to live in humiliation, remorse, and hatred.
But the truly strong are like eagles in the sky, forever soaring above, overlooking the masses.
This was already Wu Wei's third time attending a secret meeting of the Military Department.
During World War II, the Sang Country was a defeated nation, prohibited from forming an army, but the country never lacked fervent Martial Artists.
Once war broke out, these Martial Artists would become the bravest and most loyal soldiers.
Therefore, the Sang Nation Military and the Martial Arts Circle were always closely integrated.
Many extreme Martial Arts Masters were also key figures in the Military Department.
And Wu Wei was the most extreme among these Martial Artists, a fanatic warmonger.
He often regretted being born decades too late, otherwise, he could have fought alongside those predecessors on the battlefield.
With the long sword in his hand, he would expand territories for his country and nation, forging a superpower traversing the Asian continent.
Even now, Wu Wei did not consider himself a Martial Artist; he thought of himself as a soldier.
His long sword, along with many companions, would carve out a path for this resource-depleted nation facing a survival crisis.
This time, the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament also received instructions from the Military Department.
Not only should it promote Sang Country's Martial Arts, but also use the opportunity to find and annihilate the Li Island anti-government forces.
Every time Sang Country held a grand meeting or competition, the Li Island anti-government forces, like flies, would come to cause trouble.
If it were an economic meeting or a more important political meeting, the Military Department would certainly be on high alert, strictly guarding against them.
But this time, it was the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, attended by the world's top Martial Arts Masters.
These people were used to bloody encounters, so there was no issue of maintaining order.
Thus, the Military Department deliberately set the tournament's location at the Island Sports Stadium.
To the Li Island anti-government forces, this was both a deterrent and a provocation.
As long as the Li Island anti-government forces made the slightest move, they would face the heavy-handed blow of the Sang Nation Military.
Wu Wei's heart was filled with thoughts, his broad jaw gradually revealing a grim smile.
He seemed to see the Li Island anti-government forces turn to dust under his iron fist.
The Honda SUV drove on, maintaining a very steady speed.
In the dark night, distant streetlights resembled stars in the sky, forming a scattered chain extending into the distance.
Wu Wei rolled down the car window, letting the evening breeze gently blow into the car.
He felt a sense of calm he had never experienced before.
Just then, the driver suddenly slowed the car down and gradually brought it to a stop.
Wu Wei raised an eyebrow, asking, "What's going on? What happened?"
The driver turned around and slightly bowed to Wu Wei.
"It seems like someone is in trouble. Hmm, they've blocked our car."
Before they finished speaking, they saw a graceful woman, wearing rimless glasses, trot over to Wu Wei's car window.
Her face, pitifully innocent, revealed a hint of imploration.
"Honorable sir, my car broke down, I wonder if I could get your assistance?" Wu Wei scrutinized the woman.
She had a typical Asian woman's face, gentle and graceful.
A long strand of hair hung down the woman's forehead, making her cheeks appear especially delicate.
The button of her shirt seemed to have fallen off, revealing a deep cleavage.
The woman seemed oblivious to anything inappropriate, her eyes flashed with an amber-like luster, looking pleadingly at Wu Wei.
This reminded Wu Wei of a little deer being chased by hunters in the jungle, panicked, innocent, and pitiful.
The driver looked to Wu Wei for instructions, awaiting his command.
Although Wu Wei hadn't said a word, the driver couldn't help but glance at the woman's car.
Faced with such a situation, it seemed there was no reason for the two men not to help out.
Wu Wei gave the woman a faint glance, then slowly raised the electric window, coldly telling the driver.
"Drive on, don't stop."
The driver, taken aback, had no choice but to throw an apologetic look at the woman, then restarted the car.
The woman's hand blocked the side window glass, her voice filled with pleading.
"Sir, please help me. I've been waiting here for over an hour, the police haven't come, I'm very scared."
She bent down, a large part pressed against the window glass, and due to the refraction, that part looked even more alluring.
With a blank expression, Wu Wei waved a hand, signaling the driver to start the car, his eyes not even glancing at the woman.
The driver couldn't comprehend Wu Wei's cold ruthlessness, but didn't dare say anything, reluctantly letting go of the brakes, ready to hit the gas and leave.
Just then, the woman suddenly pulled off something from around her neck and dangled it in front of Wu Wei.
"Sir, please help me, I'm Anna from the Royal Music Drama Troupe."
"Tonight, there's a crucial performance at the Sang Country Royal Palace. If it's delayed because of me, the entire troupe will face severe punishment."
Wu Wei's gaze slightly swept across the item in the woman's hand, discovering it was a Royal Pass.
For a moment, a trace of hesitation appeared on Wu Wei's iron-stone-like face.
If this woman had connections with the Royal Family, Wu Wei couldn't just let her fend for herself.
After all, the Military and the Royal Family were intricately linked.
If he encountered this woman again in the Military Department or Royal Palace, his position would become awkward.
With this thought, Wu Wei asked the driver to stop the car and opened the car window.
He casually gestured to the woman's open button.
"Before talking to me, please button up."
The woman looked down, let out a startled cry, covered her chest with her hands, and repeatedly apologized.
Wu Wei coldly asked, "What's wrong with your car?"
The woman hesitantly lowered her head, buttoning up her shirt while speaking.
"I don't know what happened, but when I got here, it suddenly stopped, and I couldn't start it. Please, sir, take a look."
Wu Wei nodded slightly, got out of the car, and walked with the driver towards the woman's car.
The woman's car was a silver-white Porsche sports coupe,.
With sleek lines, the paint flashed like a diamond, giving the sports car a magnificent air.
Wu Wei nodded slightly. Though the car itself didn't mean much, at least it dispelled some of the doubts in his mind.
The Li Island anti-government operatives couldn't afford such an expensive car, which made the woman's words seem somewhat credible.
The driver opened the car hood and inspected the engine and fuel lines, discovering that the spark plug was broken.
The woman found a backup spark plug, which the driver helped replace for her.
While the driver was busy, the woman approached Wu Wei and bowed deeply to him.
"I really don't know how to thank you enough."
"If we have a chance to meet, could I invite you for a coffee?"
As she spoke, she extended her hand to Wu Wei.
Facing such a gentle and virtuous woman, Wu Wei couldn't be too cold, so he extended his hand to shake Anna's.
The moment Wu Wei's palm touched hers, there was a crisp crack, and a bluish electric spark instantly coursed through Wu Wei's entire body.
Wu Wei felt as if he had been struck by a wild ox, his whole body lifted into the air, crashing to the ground immediately.