Chapter 1136 - 377: Goodwill from the World

The bus arrived at the station. The TV on board had been on the entire time, though it had switched through many channels. However, Su Yue’s mind was still occupied by the memorial ceremony hosted by Mu Jingliang. Black and white photos and various scenes constantly circled in his mind, lingering stubbornly.

The bus was still noisy, but Su Yue subconsciously glanced at that young boy several times. He felt the boy’s eyes were clear and resolute.

The vehicle came to a complete stop. The middle-aged woman finally put her shoes back on, and the smell inside the cabin seemed to freshen up a bit. At this time, the young boy stood up and walked over to Su Yue.

"Mister, are you a Martial Artist?" the little boy asked.

Su Yue was wearing a baseball cap and a face mask, leaving only his eyes exposed, so others couldn’t see what he looked like.

"Oh? How did you know I’m a Martial Artist?" Su Yue asked curiously.

With his current strength, he could suppress his Qi Blood very well. Su Yue was trying his best to act like an ordinary person. He had gone unnoticed the entire trip, but being suddenly caught red-handed by a child made him feel a bit awkward.

"Your eyes look just like the Martial Artists on TV. I think you are one.

"Mister, have you ever killed alien races on the battlefield?" the little boy asked with a face full of excitement.

"You know quite a bit.

"I... have killed a few," Su Yue said, nodding.

"I envy you so much. You can kill enemies on the battlefield and defend our home and country. Your family must be proud of you," the little boy said, looking at Su Yue with admiration.

"Yeah, they are proud of me!" Su Yue nodded. "If you study hard, you can become a Martial Artist in the future too!" He stood up, preparing to get off the bus, and offered the little boy a word of encouragement.

"Mhm, I’ve always been first in my class. I will definitely become a Martial Artist when I grow up!" The little boy’s eyes were bright and determined.

"Why do you want to be a Martial Artist?" Driven by some inexplicable impulse, Su Yue asked.

"To serve the country, of course. I want to go to the battlefield, kill the alien races, and become the pride of my entire family," the little boy answered without thinking twice.

"Why do you want to serve the country?" Su Yue asked again.

"I... um... I just have to serve the country..." The little boy thought about it but ultimately couldn’t articulate a reason. However, his conviction seemed very firm.

"Xiao Zhi, it’s because the country has given us an environment where we can live and work in peace, so we must serve the country." At this time, the boy’s father was also getting ready to disembark. As he passed by, he rubbed his son’s head.

"That’s right! Our teacher said that people in many countries on Earth are living in deep suffering. They don’t even have food to eat, and some simply starve to death.

"Our country is very powerful. Just like Mom and Dad, she protects me as I grow up, so I should serve the country." The little boy’s eyes lit up again.

"Goodbye, Mister." Then, the family got off the bus and left. Su Yue followed them off.

Suddenly, his experiences in Jiangyuan Country came to mind again. Were the Martial Artists of Jiangyuan Country weak? Actually, not necessarily. But for the sake of their country, they were willing to sacrifice their own chances of breaking through, all for the purpose of resisting the alien races for just a few more seconds.

Thinking back to the widespread suffering in the countryside of Jiangyuan Country, those refugees squatting at their doorsteps were truly pitiful. Su Yue understood the government of Jiangyuan Country. They weren’t bad, nor did they exploit the common people. The root cause was simply that the country was somewhat weak. But the Martial Artists of Jiangyuan Country were worthy of admiration; every single one of them was trying to find ways to make Jiangyuan Country better.

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After exiting the station, Su Yue hailed a taxi. Right now, he was posing as an ordinary person, so he didn’t want to use Qi Blood to run.

"Are you a Martial Artist?" the taxi driver asked mysteriously just as Su Yue got in the car, before he could even state his destination.

"Yes, a Martial Artist!" Su Yue nodded helplessly.

He observed the taxi driver. He was an ordinary person with no fluctuations of Qi Blood. Actually, ordinary people faced restrictions when purchasing cars, but the taxi business was a commercial industry and was exempt from these limits.

He wondered how the driver could tell he was a Martial Artist. He had clearly concealed the fluctuations in his eyes. Was his disguise really that bad? His acting skills had completely regressed.

"Don’t be surprised. Even though you tried to disguise yourself, a Martial Artist’s body movements are different from an ordinary person’s. Besides, you must have killed alien races before, right?

"You experts have a very distinct aura. Others might not be able to discern it, but you can’t fool a taxi driver.

"Oh, don’t mind me. The aura I’m talking about isn’t a smell; it’s a feeling that’s hard to describe.

"You might be a recently retired Martial Artist, but you must have accumulated quite a few military merits. The vibe you give off is just different."

Su Yue didn’t even get a chance to state his destination. Once the taxi driver started talking, it was like a reservoir opening its floodgates—an endless torrent of words. Moreover, his analysis was well-reasoned and airtight. Su Yue couldn’t help but admire him. Taxi drivers were truly a fascinating group of people. Sometimes, their eyes were even sharper than those of the members of the Investigation and Arrest Bureau.

"I’ll waive your fare today!" the taxi driver added.

"Please don’t. I have money on me. Driving a taxi isn’t easy for you either," Su Yue said hastily.

"I know you don’t lack a few dozen bucks for the fare, but I absolutely won’t take this money.

"Although my family isn’t wealthy, we live and work in peace. We don’t worry about food or drink. If I want to eat fish, I go to the market and buy one. If I want to eat abalone or sea cucumber, I just watch a livestream.

"This good life of ours was secured by you guys, risking your lives through thick and thin. The fare is a small amount, and a Martial Artist certainly isn’t short of it, but we common folk also want to show our appreciation.

"Military priority and privileges shouldn’t just be empty slogans; they need to be put into practice. We cab drivers must carry it out, and we should lead the charge."