The Legendary Man

Chapter 962 Exposed
Although a missile vehicle sounded like nothing special, in truth, it was a heavy hitter among a country's weapons. Pairing short-
range missiles with a damage radius of less than a thousand kilometers, in particular, with such missile vehicles could
significantly increase maneuverability and range.
Even if one had incredibly skilled special agents or an impressive intelligence network, there was no way to pinpoint the launch
base's exact location, thus drastically reducing the possibility of the missiles getting intercepted.
There were less than fifty such mobile short-range missile launch systems in Chanaea, and weapons like that would usually be
hidden in top-secret military bases. Hence, Jonathan had not expected to see one there.
As he calculated the time he had entered Merania, a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes. Something doesn't add up. Based
on how fast this military vehicle was going, the convoy would've only traveled less than a thousand kilometers into Merania. To
Merania, however, this distance is nothing as serious as someone infiltrating deep into their hinterland. It's impossible that
Remdik would mobilize their army with such fanfare solely to attack Merania. More precisely, there's no way Remdik would want
to do so. After all, forefathers of various countries mapped out the military strategy across the continents of Aploth and Epea with
their blood, sweat, and tears. Merania is an indispensable buffer zone between Remdik and Chanaea. When you look at it that
way, there's no need for Remdik to attack Merania. However, that only makes this situation even more puzzling. If one is to
launch short-range missiles here, the missiles won't even get past Merania's borders. So, what are they hoping to achieve with
this? Is there another threat within the country that only these short-range missiles can destroy?
He was watching the missile vehicle slowly being set up and hesitating about whether to seize the chance to escape when he
heard two men in military uniforms walk over to the trunk. The pair lighted their cigarettes while chattering away.
Jonathan was exasperated when he heard them speak Remdikian. If I knew I'd be in this situation today, I would've made every
effort to become proficient in Jetroinian, Remdikian, and the West Region's language when I was still living comfortably at the
Goldstein residence back in Yaleview. If I had concentrated on my studies, I wouldn't be completely clueless about what they're
saying now.
As he lay inside the trunk, he decided he would find an opportunity to sneak out from his hiding place as soon as the two military
officers left, then use the extrication technique to get out of there.

While he waited, however, the conversation between the two military officers as they watched the crew setting up for the launch
of the short-range missiles caught his attention and left him slightly stunned.
Although he could not hear them clearly, he could catch small snippets, and two names leaped out at him—Ksana and
Charleigh!
A tradition in Remdik dictates that newborns can only be given names from a few dozen options. That's why if one calls out
Ksana's name in Remdik, over a dozen girls would probably respond. However, Charleigh is a name from Rodunst. Although
some people from Rodunst study abroad in Remdik, what are the chances that these military officers would mention those two
names together? It has to be them!
In an instant, Jonathan pieced together everything he had gone through over the past few days and formed a conclusion that
was not too far off from the truth. Charleigh and Ksana must've already arrived in Merania. If my guess is correct, that'd be a
reasonable explanation for the large-scale mobilization of troops in Remdik's western war zone. As for these short-range
missiles, they may very well be an attack on the pair! Does that mean the war has started?
As that thought crossed his mind, he could not contain himself anymore. His force field burgeoned in the blink of an eye, causing
the trunk to split open. The surrounding military officers were so shocked that they scurried away.
The others gaped in horror at Jonathan, who looked emaciated like a mummy, and pointed the guns in their hands in his
direction.
Meanwhile, the two military officers attempted to flee when they suddenly found themselves trapped inside what seemed to be a
large, invisible palm and dragged over to Jonathan.
Wearing a stony expression, Jonathan demanded, “Speak! What's going on? Why did you mention Charleigh and Ksana?”
He tightened his spiritual energy around them and stared coldly at the two men who were on the verge of suffocating.
The two Remdikian military officers struggled while suspended in midair, but they were mere mortals and no match for Jonathan.
As for whatever they were babbling in Remdikian, Jonathan could not understand a word of it.
Suddenly, three dull thuds rang out. Looking up, Jonathan saw that three Grandmasters had leaped forward and landed before
him.

“I'm Giovanni, chief of the hundred-and-ninth garrison in Remdik's western army base. We're carrying out an attack. We've
previously communicated with Merania and obtained permission, so please release my men.”
At that moment, Jonathan looked worse for wear as he had used too much of his vitality to heal his internal injuries. Even
Josephine, who shared a bed with him, would not necessarily have been able to recognize him in that state, let alone the
Remdikian military officers who had never met him before.
As for Giovanni and the rest, they immediately assumed Jonathan was a cultivator from Merania. Thinking they were getting
stopped because they had trespassed onto Merania territory, the men quickly explained who they were.
Seeing that Jonathan made no response, one of the other military officers repeated what Giovanni had said in Meranian.
Jonathan surveyed the trio. Then, he expanded his spiritual sense to envelop everything within a hundred-meter radius inside his
mind.
In the distance, numerous waves of spiritual energy were approaching their direction after sensing the intense surge of spiritual
energy in that area.
According to Jonathan's observation, those men were Grandmaster Realm cultivators and posed a certain level of threat to him.
Despite that, he knew that with his skills in Earthly Escape, they would not be able to stop him if he decided to run.
“Does anyone here know how to speak Chanaean?” he asked coldly.
Upon hearing his question, the trio's expressions shifted drastically, and they drew out their weapons. Our army is in the war
zone with Chanaea now. We're only waiting to unleash an initial wave of attacks with the short-range missiles before moving in at
full force. But now, a Chanaean cultivator has suddenly popped up in the rear!
All the Remdikian soldiers present felt very tense.
As more and more figures appeared, Giovanni briefly explained the situation to the newcomers. Soon, a dozen Grandmaster
Realm military officers began moving into their positions with grim expressions, separating Jonathan from the missile vehicle not
far away.
As Jonathan observed their movements, the ominous feeling in his heart intensified.
With a slight turn of his wrist, he was suddenly holding Asura's Office's communication device for individual combat in his hand.

As soon as he put on the earpiece, a series of shouts and calls rang out continuously.