Just then, the roar of motorcycles echoed from a distance.

About ten three-wheeled motorcycles charged toward them.

On each motorcycle, there were three to four mercenaries.

About ten motorcycles, carrying a total of thirty to forty people,

were fully armed soldiers.

Some were wrapped in golden bullet chains, holding light machine guns, weapons extremely sharp.

Not far away, Lady Feijin's face changed color.

She suddenly got up, her figure swaying unsteadily.

"Quick, let's go. The Birch Mercenaries are here, these damned bastards."

A sniper bullet had gouged out a large chunk of muscle from her waist.

At this moment, it had been wrapped in rags, yet the blood kept pouring out.

Yang Fei slung the two heavy snipers across his back and rushed over.

He helped Lady Feijin and darted into the driver's cabin.

The driver and co-driver had already been shot dead.

Their bodies lay sprawled over the steering wheel.

Yang Fei and Lady Feijin threw the two bodies out of the truck.

Just as Yang Fei was about to drive, Lady Feijin immediately snatched the steering wheel from him.

"I'll drive!"

Ratatatat!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

...

All sorts of guns had already started firing from behind the truck.

Bullets whizzed chaotically everywhere.

Lady Feijin ignited the engine, floored the accelerator, and the entire truck immediately sped off furiously.

The truck crushed the wild grass in the wilderness, flattening it against the ground.

Bullets hit the rear compartment of the truck, banging loudly.

Yang Fei picked up the heavy sniper, his body leaning out the window, and in one breath, fired six rounds.

This guy was clearly firing single shots.

But the speed at which he fired was incredibly fast.

It sounded almost like an automatic rifle firing continuously.

Lady Feijin had already witnessed this monster's godlike spear technique.

She glanced subconsciously in the rearview mirror and was immediately startled.

Yang Fei's single burst had caused extremely astonishing casualties.

The riders of the two lead motorcycles were shot in the head, their brains splattering.

The motorcycles lost control and careened into the wilderness.

And in that instant the motorcycles lost control, Yang Fei's sniping did not stop at all.

His lightning-fast single shots blew open all the militants on two motorcycles.

This spectacular sniping immediately caused panic among the seven or eight motorcycles' militants following behind.

With the two lead militants' vehicles completely wiped out, the following motorcycles had to brake urgently.

The enormous force caused three three-wheeled motorcycles to tilt and overturn sideways.

And the other motorcycles couldn't stop in time and crashed into them.

The most terrifying part was that Yang Fei's sniping hadn't stopped during this time.

His bullets, as if they had eyes, emptied six rounds again in the blink of an eye.

Six bullets, taking away six lives!

Each bullet was lethal, each round soul-chasing!

Lady Feijin, looking in the rearview mirror at such a horrific scene, felt a chill all over her body.

Such a world-shocking sniping, a fierce and ruthless slaughter.

Even though she was battle-hardened, it was a hellish scene she couldn't have even dreamed of.

Inside Yang Fei's body, Turtle Extreme operated, his eyes calm like still water, utterly unflustered.

He realized that the Turtle Extreme he practiced and his sniping seemed to have something in common.

The strong predictive and divinatory power of Turtle Extreme.

Actually advanced Yang Fei's sniping ability even further.

While the bloodthirsty and fierce fighting spirit of Extreme Tiger made his entire body surge with endless ferocity.

At that moment, Yang Fei was like a war god.

Lady Feijin dared not look at Yang Fei's face.

She could already feel the violent intent to kill rising from this man's entire body.

Such intense intent to kill could only belong to a strong individual who had emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

However, Yang Fei's eyes were clear as water, calm as an ancient well.

Yet, this calm and indifference made him even more fearsome.

The armed motorcycle team had already been left behind.

On the entire wilderness, only the roar of the truck's engine remained.

Yang Fei saw that blood was still seeping from Lady Feijin's waist, staining her leather pants red.

He said indifferently, "Shall I drive? You should tend to your wound."

Lady Feijin hit the brakes hard, stopping the vehicle.

She suddenly brandished a Desert Eagle, pointing it at Yang Fei's head, her tone icy cold.

"Who exactly are you? What are you doing going to Yaka Town?"

The impression Yang Fei gave Lady Feijin was too shocking.

This guy seemed harmless, even somewhat naive, yet he killed without blinking an eye.

And his stealth and sniping skills were far beyond Lady Feijin's imagination.

Such an extremely dangerous man, Lady Feijin couldn't help but be cautious.

Yang Fei indifferently pushed her gun away, "I'm just a passerby."

"Don't worry, I have no interest in Iron-Blooded Frenzy Dance, and I certainly won't be bored enough to trouble you."

His gaze gradually became sharp.

"However, if you keep pointing that gun at me, don't blame me for being rude."

Lady Feijin's azure eyes stared at him for a full thirty seconds before she finally lowered her gun despondently.

"I'm sorry, I have to be cautious with someone as strong as you, any power would have to be."

"As long as you don't target Iron-Blooded Frenzy Dance, we will maintain humility and respect for such a respectable powerhouse as you."

She said, jumping out of the driver's seat.

Indeed, she and Yang Fei switched places, letting Yang Fei drive the truck.

Yang Fei restarted the vehicle and hit the road, while Lady Feijin began to re-bandage her wound.

Lady Feijin's wound was gruesome, but not fatal.

She owed this to Yang Fei's prior warning and her own instant reactive speed.

Otherwise, just a fraction off, and Lady Feijin's coccyx would have been broken by the bullet.

And all the internal organs in her lower abdomen would have suffered devastating damage.

That is to say, that deadly bullet.

Could have literally cut Lady Feijin in half.

Lady Feijin took off her black cape, revealing the tight black leather armor underneath.

This chick was quite bold; in front of Yang Fei, she began unfastening her leather armor.

Lady Feijin ignored Yang Fei, searching the vehicle for a bottle of vodka.

She poured the alcohol all over her bloody wound and then lit the alcohol with a lighter.

The blue flame burned on her wound.

Lady Feijin bit her lip, her whole body trembling with pain, as cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Yang Fei knew she was using this method to disinfect her wound.

But, Yang Fei was also very impressed by the woman's toughness.

Lady Feijin disinfected her wound and then re-wrapped it.

Throughout the process, she did not look at Yang Fei even once.

A fork in the road appeared ahead, Yang Fei slowed down a bit, "Left or right?"

Lady Feijin hesitated for a moment before biting her lip and saying, "Left."

Yang Fei glanced at her, his tone icy cold.

"If you purposefully give me the wrong directions, don't blame me for being rude to you."

"By the way, you are also a martial artist, aren't you? I see your movement technique seems similar to Baji?"

In fact, Yang Fei had already noticed early on.

Lady Feijin was a martial arts master, and her realm had already reached the peak of Mingjin Heavenly Talent.

She was half a step into the Dark Force realm.

Yang Fei said this as a mere probe.

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