Military Lord of the White Coats

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Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

[Sis: Bruce, why are you not answering my calls? They said that you've escaped from prison, that you've betrayed your country and escaped overseas. That's not true, is it?]

[Sis: Dad says that you must have been wronged and went to investigate the truth of what happened back then even though we told him not to. However, Dad said someone doesn't want him to find out what happened. I think that Dad's in danger but I cannot stop him. Where are you?]

[Sis: Bruce White, Dad is dead! He died because of you! Why are you not replying to my messages? Are you living a carefree life overseas? I hate you!]

[Unknown Number: Bruce, Mum is leaving. I worry most about you and your sister, Brianne. If you see this message, you have to take good care of Brianne for me!]

These were the few messages that Bruce White saw on his phone when he came out of the private jail facility known as the Inescapable Blood Prison.

Most of the messages had been sent to him during the year he was in prison. Only the last message from an unknown number had been sent two hours ago!

"Ahhh!!!" Bruce's aura suddenly erupted when he saw the messages. Tears welled up in his eyes. He felt as though his heart was in shreds!

A year ago, he had arrived at this so-called "inescapable" prison that no one could walk out of alive on the orders of a Langdon elder. He had come here to carry out a top-secret mission.

Thus, he had been cut off from the rest of the world.

He did not expect to receive this string of nightmare messages just as he was coming out of the prison facility. He was immediately overcome with boundless regret and hatred.

Over the past year, he had used every means at his disposal to complete this seemingly impossible mission. However, what he got in exchange was the death of his adoptive father and the dangerous plight of his adoptive mother!

He had failed as a son!

Tears streamed from the eyes of the man who was hailed as Langdon's Greatest Military Lord. His tears carried the endless hatred he had in his heart.

The next moment, he dialed a number that was only known to ten people in the world. Then, he rushed straight to the private airport without any hesitation.

"Ahhh!!!" Tears streamed down Bruce's face. He felt an endless regret, an endless hatred...

"Go back! Go back! Go back! I want to go back immediately!!!"

He could not wait any longer. Bruce did not want to wait a second longer. The only thought in his mind was to go back. He wanted to go back to his family's side!

"What's that f*cker doing?"

"Tsh, why do you care? We finally managed to send him away."

"That's true. The Inescapable Prison will probably collapse if he continues to stay here!"

Within the Inescapable Blood Prison, the chief warden stared in the direction that Bruce had left until Bruce's figure completely disappeared from his field of vision. Only when he was gone did he heave a sigh.

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"Investigate it! Lock onto the position of the number immediately! Immediately! Immediately! Immediately!!!"

Bruce was weeping as he was rushing to the airport. No-one stopped him. No one dared to stop him!

Go back!

Go back!

Go back!!!

He wanted to go back to his country!

Half an hour later, a fourth-generation fighter jet slowly rose into the air. The roar of its engine reverberated into the horizon. It flew in the direction of Langdon like a speeding arrow.

A moment later, Bruce's fighter jet pierced through the air like a lethal sword.

Bruce had been in the military for five years and had a brimming list of accomplishments in battle.

He lived up to the expectations of his country and its citizens!

However, ultimately, he could not even see his adoptive father for the last time!

Now, he might not even make it back in time to see his adoptive mother for the last time!

He lived up to the expectations of his country and its citizens, but he let his family down!

He was a failure of a son! A failure of a son!!!

"Bast*rds! Bast*rds! Bast*rds! You bast*rds dare to hurt my adoptive mother?! I, Bruce White, will take your lives! Ahhh!!! Fast! Faster! Faster!!!"

Bruce's face was covered in tears. His voice was trembling. He moved the control stick in his hand violently as he sped up. He was nearing the limits of the fighter jet!

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"Alert! Alert! Level one alert! A fighter jet is closing in on our borders. Please relay your instructions, Commander!"

"F*ck! Are those aerial scouts from Espia still going at it? Blast them down if they dare to fly another mile forward!"

"Commander, it is not an Espian fighter jet. It is a fourth-generation fighter jet from Langdon. However, that battle jet's signal is not in our database!"

"Our fourth-generation fighter jet?"

The fighter jet units of Langdon's battle division immediately noticed Bruce's fighter jet. At the same time, two of their fighter jets took to the skies and soared toward Bruce's jet.

"Fighter jet in front, Langdon's boundaries are sacred and must not be violated. Please turn around quickly. Please turn around quickly. Otherwise, we will shoot you down. Otherwise, we will..."

The two fighter jets were blocking Bruce's path. However, Bruce acted as though he did not see them and flew past them directly.

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"Umm..."

The two pilots on the mission froze. At this moment, a powerful voice rang out in their headphones, "I am Bruce White!"

Boom!

The two pilots felt as though they were struck by lightning. The emotions on their faces started to waver in excitement.

"It is Bruce White! It's the King of Aerial Battles, Military Lord Bruce!!!"

The two pilots were surprised.

"No. 8, No. 9, what are you guys doing? That fighter jet has flown past the coastline and entered the continent. Was the other party unwilling to heed your warning? Did you forget what I told you? F*ck those who violate our airspace! F*ck him! F*ck him!"

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In a command center of the Langdon battle division, Commander Frank Robins was pissed off. Displeasure was written all over his face.

"S-Sir, it's Bruce White! He said that he is Bruce White!" Frank heard the trembling voice of one of the pilots. The voice was filled with joy.

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"F*ck! So what if he's Bruce White, so what if he's...hm? Wait, what did you just say?"

"The King of Aerial Battles! The founder of the White Coat Battle Division, Military Lord Bruce, codenamed White Coat!!!"

Boom!

Frank trembled right after. A tinge of excitement immediately appeared on his face. His eyes even turned a little red.

"Quick! Quick! Establish a connection with that fighter jet. I want to speak with him!" Frank became agitated. The communications officer beside him was dumbfounded.

What was going on? Who could make their battle-hardened commander this agitated?

The communications officer established a connection with Bruce's fighter jet despite his confusion. Bruce did not refuse. He chose to pick up the call.

"He-Hello, I'm Commander Frank Robins of the Aerial Battle Division. May I ask... Are you really Bruce White?"

Frank had tried his best to control himself but his excitement was still reflected in his words and actions.

"Robins, it's me!"

Whoosh!

Frank felt as though his heart had been pierced by something. He jumped around agitatedly. He could not stop his tears from falling.

"You're finally back! You've finally come back!!!" Frank choked.

This scene shocked everyone in the command center silly.

"Let's talk about the past next time. I need a favor. I want to land at Javon Airport in an hour."

"Alright, I'll make the necessary preparations immediately!"

Frank put down the receiver and wiped his tears. He had regained his resolute expression.

"Inform Javon International Airport to clear out a runway. Immediately! Right now!" Frank ordered.

Everyone was startled.

Frank was asking a civilian airport to empty out a runway for that fighter jet?

Just who was in the jet? Was he that influential?

Unfortunately, these youngsters did not know that even more shocking things would follow.

"1st Drake Squadron, fall in and meet up with No. 8 and No. 9!"

The members of the 1st Drake Squadron, who were still undergoing mission training, got into their fighter jets at the fastest speed possible and instantly took to the skies. Their eight fighter jets roared as they flew into the distance.

One of the pilots picked up his communication device and asked seriously, "Sir, did Espia send a lot of people over? Do we have to shoot them down?"

"F*ck shooting! Listen up, all of you! This is a convoy mission!"

A convoy mission?

The members of the 1st Drake Squadron were a little displeased when they first received the mission though they did not voice it out.

They were the 1st Drake Squadron, the most exceptional squadron in the Aerial Battle Division.

Missions should be issued based on their abilities. Wasn't a convoy mission a poor use of their abilities?

"Don't think that I do not know what you guys are thinking. I can tell you right now that it is your honor to act as a convoy for this person. I'll get the 2nd Drake Squadron to do it if you don't want to!"

Honor?

An influential figure?

The captain of the 1st Drake Squadron could not help but ask, "Sir, who exactly is this person?"

"No. 8, tell your captain!" Frank could not be bothered to explain things to the bunch of faultfinders. He put down the communications device and prepared to tell the battle division the news of Bruce's return.

"No. 8, No. 8, explain the situation," the captain of the 1st Drake Squadron ordered.

"S-Sir, he's Bruce." No. 8 quickly added from his explanation just now. "He's the King of Aerial Battles and the founder of the White Coat Battle Division. He is Military Lord Bruce, codenamed White Coat!!!"

"Wha-What?"

Boom!

Something seemed to have blown up the brains of the 1st Drake Squadron's captain. He could not react.

"Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!"

"Go and protect that fighter jet!!!"

The captain's voice rang out anxiously. The eight fighter jets sped up and instantly broke the sound barrier as they rushed over to where Bruce's jet was!