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Chapter 188 - Chapter 188: Return to the Martial Arts School

Aided by the young tribesmen, the old chief arrived beside the aircraft. He surveyed the unfamiliar, gigantic object in awe, a surge of excitement and anticipation welling up within him.

Their situation could not get any worse; perhaps the arrival of this miraculous object would bring about a change.

As the thousands of African refugees gathered around the aircraft, a sudden burst of exhaust echoed from its rear.

Below, a massive hatch over ten meters wide slowly opened and tilted downward, forming a wide ramp that connected to the ground.

Then, as the crowd watched with a mix of doubt and anticipation, a dozen tall, burly black warriors emerged from the aircraft. Each held a gleaming metal spear as they descended the ramp to the ground.

Seeing this, the old chief quickly broke free from the supporting hands of the young tribesmen and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Dear guests, what brings you to our tribe?"

In response, the leading warrior stood straight and answered loudly.

"We are the Wakandan Kingdom's African Joint Rescue Team. We are providing assistance to you at the request of your government."

"This... is this true? This is wonderful!"

Although he had hoped for a miracle, the old chief was still incredulous. Was their luck finally changing?

The surrounding tribesmen were also excited by the news.

These clearly powerful people were here to help them! The mere sight of their massive aircraft spoke volumes about their strength. They would surely be able to resolve their predicament. Finally, they were saved!

Then, trucks rolled out from the massive cabin, unloading large quantities of food, water, and other supplies.

Under the old chief's guidance, the excited tribesmen did not rush forward, but instead lined up neatly to receive the provisions.

Medical staff in white coats began treating the extremely weak and sick refugees. Amidst the silence and despair, a glimmer of life finally returned to this land, brought by the sudden arrival of the Wakandan rescue team.

While supplies were being distributed and the sick treated, a strange vehicle, significantly larger than the other trucks, slowly emerged from the cabin. It drove to a clearing several dozen meters from the aircraft and came to a stop.

A muffled mechanical hum echoed from the vehicle as four support arms slowly extended from its sides, securing it firmly to the ground.

Then, a massive steel tower over ten meters tall slowly rose, towering above everything and drawing the attention of many tribesmen.

As the tower rose, accompanied by the hum of machinery, a central cylindrical iron column began to spin rapidly.

After watching for a while and seeing no further changes, the puzzled tribesmen turned their gaze away, returning their attention to the distribution of supplies.

After a busy period, everyone finally received their emergency rations. The moment they received their food and water, they were filled with excitement and gratitude toward the Wakandan warriors.

This food and water was their only hope of survival!

However, after receiving the provisions, no one immediately began to devour them. Most people carefully stored the food away, and even those who were extremely hungry only ate a little before stopping.

They had lived in scarcity for too long, and had seen many succumb around them. Those who remained alive knew precisely how precious these supplies were.

They didn't know if another rescue would come, so they feared starvation and didn't dare to fill their stomachs. As long as they weren't desperately hungry, they were content; the remaining food would save their lives at a critical moment.

The Wakandan warriors noticed this but didn't try to persuade them to eat more. The people still lacked a sense of security. Once they were sure they wouldn't starve and had consistent access to water, they would naturally change. There was no need to rush.

Just as everyone's attention was focused on their precious supplies, a familiar sound emanated from the previously overlooked vehicle.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Attracted by the noise, the people turned their attention back to the massive vehicle with its towering apparatus. What they saw next left the entire tribe gaping in astonishment.

A jet of water, propelled by the high-speed steel shaft within the tower, suddenly erupted from the ground. Initially murky with mud and sand, it quickly ran clear, the crystalline water reflecting a dazzling brilliance in the sunlight, more beautiful and more precious than any diamond.

"Water!"

"Oh my goodness!"

"We have water!"

...

Wakanda had thoroughly planned and prepared for this far-reaching, continent-wide rescue operation.

When the time was ripe and the joint rescue officially launched, hundreds of incredibly advanced, massive vertical takeoff and landing transport aircraft—boasting immense capacity and robust performance—rushed to the areas most in need across Africa. They carried vast quantities of relief supplies and crucial deep-drilling equipment.

Their aid targets included not only the known regions within African nations but also many remote tribes in inaccessible areas, largely unknown to their own governments.

Through satellite reconnaissance and a comprehensive scan of the entire African continent, every inhabited area had been surveyed. All populations in distress and in need of rescue were identified, ranked by urgency, and assigned to various rescue transport aircraft. Each aircraft functioned as an independent rescue team.

In the coming period, they would travel across the African continent, rescuing batches of desperate people according to their assigned tasks.

The fuselage of the transport aircraft, the rescuers' uniforms, and the distributed supplies were all marked with the Wakandan flag and the black panther head logo.

The mysterious and powerful name of Wakanda spread across the African continent as this vigorous joint rescue operation unfolded.

While the rescue was in full swing and all plans were proceeding smoothly, Chen Mo quietly left Wakanda and returned to the Chinese martial arts hall in Brooklyn, New York.

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