Leitao had just finished preparing a gourmet steak dinner inside his safe house. The tender steak lay on the plate, emitting an enticing aroma, its hue as vibrant as an autumn maple leaf. He sat slowly at the table, his knife and fork cutting gently into the meat, each movement producing a faint sound. Yet, he was distracted, lost in deep thought as he tasted the meal.
His mind kept drifting back to the war-torn era of the resistance. How could he travel back? That shipment of weapons and equipment weighed heavily on him like a daunting responsibility. He knew he had to deliver these supplies to the Underground Party courier, Old Wang, as soon as possible; otherwise, the consequences would be dire, and the mission would be jeopardized.
Just as he was filled with anxiety, a strange light suddenly flared up. A projection from the Bagua Spinning Top Space quietly shone through Leitao’s clothes, and a virtual figure slowly emerged. It was a young man dressed in attire adorned with the Bagua Spinning Top emblem, as if he had come from another mysterious world. His presence was ethereal, dreamlike, and enigmatic.
Chapter 33