Mad Blade and Fan Yi exchanged glances, both smiling with delight.

The Sorcery King's Corpse Insect was incredibly formidable.

However, if Uncle Fuu took action, this kid was bound to be in trouble.

Mad Blade deliberately encouraged him to drink, and Afu downed the cup dry.

Soon, the old man was lying on a wicker chair, sound asleep.

"Master, Master, you..."

Mad Blade called out in disbelief.

The sound of Afu's snoring only grew louder.

"Damn it, this old man fell asleep. What about the Sorcery King now?"

Mad Blade, who was hoping to find shelter under a strong tree, was dumbfounded.

Fan Yi sighed deeply.

"Master is a wise man; he won't let the Sorcery King commit evil deeds."

"Let's just tell him this news; he'll handle it."

As they turned around, they found the wicker chair empty.

The old man, who had been snoring just a moment ago, had vanished.

"Damn, this old guy is unpredictable. Good thing I didn't curse him."

Mad Blade patted his chest in relief, laughing alongside Fan Yi.

Yang Fei and Chen Ke returned to the apartment.

Chen Ke, exhausted from the day, was already sleepy.

She wished Yang Fei goodnight and went to her room to rest.

Yang Fei looked at Chen Ke's room, chuckling to himself.

He understood that Chen Ke felt embarrassed about being alone with him and thus went to her room.

However, being alone with a beautiful woman made Yang Fei's heart race.

In his mind, this evening with Chen Ke, a stunning executive,

shouldn't something exciting and fun happen?

Half an hour later, Yang Fei sneaked up to Chen Ke's door.

Chen Ke had locked the door from the inside.

But this small obstacle couldn't stop the burning heart of a rogue professional.

Yang Fei grabbed a chopstick, split it into thin strips.

The resilient and flexible bamboo strips became his tool of choice.

He slid a strip into the keyhole, fiddled with it, and the door unlocked.

The room was peaceful, dim streetlights casting shadows inside.

Chen Ke was wearing pink bear pajamas, wrapped in a blanket, deep in sleep.

Her even breathing and occasional murmurs showed she was fast asleep.

Yang Fei paused for a moment.

Chen Ke, with her angelic face, looked so serene and gentle.

He sighed helplessly and quietly exited the room.

In the darkness, Chen Ke suddenly flashed a sweet and sly smile.

She turned on the bedside lamp and spat towards the door: "Coward!"

Her voice, though playful, carried a hint of disappointment.

The moon slowly rose, casting its silver glow over Ming Lake.

The willows by the lake swayed like a dream; everything seemed so beautiful.

However, the same moon also shone over the border of Yun Province, three thousand kilometers away.

At that moment, a grim scene was unfolding in the jungles at Yun Province's border.

Under the moonlight, Lieutenant Shao Yong led a group of anti-narcotics police officers forward like wolves.

His eyes were wide with rage, nostrils flaring.

His military boots crunched over broken branches and fallen leaves.

Behind him, a team of camouflage-clad anti-narcotics police officers followed.

Each carried an air of grief and anger, struggling to keep up with Shao Yong's pace.

Thirty minutes earlier, Shao Yong had received an order to intercept a truck at a checkpoint for a routine inspection.

Inside the truck's tires,

Shao Yong and his team found a large amount of drugs, and a battle erupted instantly.

More than a dozen drug traffickers jumped off the truck.

All of them wielded M16 rifles, firing at Shao Yong and his team.

The well-trained anti-narcotics officers showed their extraordinary responsiveness.

In this sudden ambush, Shao Yong and his team quickly found cover and returned fire.

Minutes later, the drug traffickers were in disarray.

Five or six of them were killed on the spot.

At that moment, Shao Yong's nightmare began.

From the jungle, someone shot snipers with deadly accuracy.

Within a minute, Shao Yong's anti-narcotics team suffered heavy casualties.

The enemy's jungle sniper successfully rescued the traffickers.

A group of traffickers fled towards the border.

Shao Yong, while reporting the sudden situation to headquarters via communicator, led his team in pursuit of the damned traffickers.

The sudden sacrifice of their comrades,

the overwhelming grief fueled Shao Yong and his team with vengeance, relentlessly chasing the traffickers.

The border guards had been alerted and swiftly sealed off the border.

If Shao Yong and his team could hold these armed traffickers for just ten minutes, they would have no escape.

In the dark jungle shadow, a man with a beret lay in the grass.

His sniper rifle concealed with thatch, a sinister grin on his lips.

Through the sniper crosshairs, Shao Yong and his team came closer.

Bang!

The whole world plunged into darkness.

The moon hid behind the clouds, which turned a deep blood red.

Early the next morning, Yang Fei was abruptly awakened from his turtle hibernation state by a phone call.

Yang Fei lazily reached for the phone. A glance at the screen jolted him wide awake.

The phone number on the screen had at least fifteen or sixteen digits, forming a complex code.

This number was an emergency line within the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions.

Its appearance on Yang Fei's phone meant something big had happened.

Yang Fei instinctively jumped up.

Standing at attention, he answered the call.

On the other end, the voice of his military superior, Old Lady Wu, was stern.

"Yang Fei, do you still consider yourself a soldier?"

Yang Fei straightened up, snapping to attention.

"Yang Fei will always be a soldier, ready to shed blood and give everything for the motherland at any time, in any place!"

Old Lady Wu's voice carried a slight tone of emotion.

"Good, the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team has not been formally reorganized; you are not officially back on duty, not officially a soldier."

"But remember this, you will always be my soldier, always a guardian of the nation!"

Yang Fei had never heard Old Lady Wu's voice so cold and serious.

He was a bit surprised: "Commander, what happened?"

Old Lady Wu sighed.

"Log into your email shortly. I've sent you a message."

"The message is top secret. Destroy it immediately after reading it and decide what to do yourself."

He added with emphasis.

"After this call, I don't know who you are, and I never made this call. Got it?"

Yang Fei knew something significant had happened, and Old Lady Wu couldn't handle it herself, so she had to get him involved.

He saluted and shouted, "Yes!"

Old Lady Wu sighed again, speaking with deep meaning.

"You told me last time you wanted the Ginseng Army to participate in the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions Special Forces selection and training."

"I have decided. After this, bring the men over."

"Our Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions cannot do without the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team."

Yang Fei was overjoyed: "Yes, Commander!"

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