Chapter 1339:


    “Move!” The order came from the tall man at the front, his deep, authoritative voice filling every corner of the cramped space.


    The man, known as “Falcon,” pushed his tactical goggles down. He served as one of udius’s most trusted aides andmanded Orchid Shield, the elite security team from Otruitho.


    His squad responded at once. Elite soldiers filed in behind him, one after another, all of them fully armed.


    Their movements were quick and precise. Despite the wet floor, their tactical boots made no sound. Under the weak lights, their weapons gleamed coldly.


    The guards didn’t stand a chance. Buttstocks came down with perfect uracy. Joint-lock techniques wrapped around limbs like striking serpents. Within seconds, every guard crumpled to the ground like discarded dolls. All were knocked out cold.


    The squad kept moving fast,ing to a halt at the third cell.


    The iron bars were covered in old rust and bloodstains. Falcon peered inside, and his throat tightened. He knelt on one knee, his tactical glove scraping harshly against the bars. Guilt and regret weighed heavily in his voice. “I’m sorry, sir. We’rete.”


    Behind those bars, udius hung from an iron frame, secured by chains. His prison clothes were shredded. Bruises and whip marks covered every bit of exposed skin.


    His face was deathly pale, his lips split and bleeding. His eyes remained shut, his chest barely moving with each shallow breath.


    The familiar voice reached udius. His long eyshes fluttered weakly. Slowly, his eyes opened. He managed a small nod of recognition before his eyes closed again.


    Falcon saw this and made a quick hand signal. Two team members moved forward immediately, positioning a tiny bomb—norger than a bottle cap—at the cell door’s lock.


    The bomb used thermite, and the reaction it triggered was violent. In an instant, the temperature soared to 2,500 degrees Celsius.


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    “Hiss!” A sh of white light momentarily blinded them. The sharp smell of burning metal filled the air, mixed with a scorched odor. The lock melted into glowing droplets before their eyes.


    Falcon leaped up and kicked the door wide open. He rushed inside, his fingers working carefully to free udius from the freezing chains.


    The other team members crowded in close behind him. Someone opened a portable medical kit quickly. A heart monitor began beeping, breaking the silence.


    The medic knelt beside udius and inserted a needle into his vein. udius’s wrist dropped limply, his fingers grazing the dried blood on the floor.


    Adrenaline flowed into his system, followed by nutrients. Before long, a trace of pink returned to his bloodless lips.


    His eyes opened. His voice was weak, like a candle me struggling against wind, yet it held a tone ofmand that nobody could ignore. “Report the current situation.”


    “Yes, sir!” Falcon bent down and lifted udius onto his back. A touch of remorse entered his voice as he spoke. “The emergency distress signal reached us, and we rushed to Wront immediately. We tried several different approaches, but every single one failed.”


    He walked with heavy, deliberate steps, careful not to jostle udius and cause further injury.


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