Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Somewhere off the grid in Virell.

The sprawling compound was enveloped in a huge transparent dome, a high-tech barrier designed to ward off any aerial threats and interference signals.

Surrounding the base were towering trees and dense foliage, making it nearly impossible for anyone to approach unnoticed. Patrol vehicles, armed to the teeth, periodically cruised the perimeter, while surveillance cameras dotted every corner, leaving no inch unmonitored.

Inside the heart of the base, the drill field was teeming with men clad in military uniforms. It was clear they were divided into factions; they stood apart, each group radiating an unyielding sense of rivalry in an attempt to contend for their respective valiancy and prowess. Their eyes were sharp and challenging, as if one wrong move could ignite an all-out brawl.

Among them were a few who seemed to command respect, their faces marked by the presence of bandages. Here was Fort Titan, Viper Squad's training base.

Where the most unique military region developed the most special squad, these men in the unit, known for their unparalleled skills and audacity, hailed from distinguished families.

The leading few, clad in uniform, were young heirs from high-ranking military families with influential backing. Bearing themselves with unmatched military accomplishment, they'd fought in wars in younger ages and acquired outstanding exploits.

Instead of being under the military's surveillance, they had been granted their unique freedom by the higher-ups who was aiming to take the best of their impressive capability, incentivize them to bring their strength into full play.

This autonomy, however, led to an arrogance that was hard to rein in. No one in the entire military had managed to control this wild pack until he was dispatched to Fort Titan and took over Viper Squad.

The man who would become the only leader they ever respected, the one they would follow without question. In those years, Viper Squad's completion rate for S-class missions was unmatched, striking fear into the hearts of adversaries far and wide.

But three years ago, he left Fort Titan, stepping away from the squad. During the time, no one would bring themselves to send any task to Viper Squad, fearing something might go awry, and that they might not be able to keep them on a tight leash.

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These men in Viper Squad were like chained wolves. They'd been entrenched in the place, and without that man they turned displeased with being untamed; restless and nature-driven, they turned on each other, each day the drill field becoming a battleground for their pent-up aggression.

The base's medical staff struggled to keep up, rotating through one exhausted team after another. In desperation, research labs even developed specialized robots to treat their frequent injuries.

Despite punishments and reprimands, their rebellious streak remained unchecked. They were a finely honed blade, unused and growing dull, much to the frustration of the higher-ups.

Then, finally, the news came-the man who could rein them back was returning to the place. The entire military breathed a collective sigh of relief.

On the drill field, all eyes turned to the center stage. The man in the black and gold uniform ascended

the platform with a commanding et

presence that seemed to still the air around him. His posture was straight and unyielding, like an oak tree, exuding an undeniable aura of authority.

He hadn't even spoken, just standing there, yet every soldier below snapped to attention, eyes fixed on him with fervent respect. Those who had been lounging around swiftly snapped back to their ramrod

straight state. Even the most prideful among them couldn't hide their excitement. noveldrama

To them, he was a deity, and their eyes were alight with fervor.

"Long time no see," he spoke, his voice deep and resonant, carrying effortlessly

across the field. His lips curled into a slight smile. "My comrades."