Afu had just stepped out of the courtyard when Mad Blade and Fan Yi rushed over.

Yang Fei grabbed Mad Blade by the collar.

"So, Uncle has been with you all this time. Why didn't you say anything?"

Mad Blade cried out in distress.

"You know what kind of temper Uncle has. If he wanted to avoid you, what could I have done?"

"If we angered him, Fan Yi and I would be in trouble."

Though Yang Fei was dissatisfied, he knew Mad Blade was telling the truth and decided to let it go.

He recounted the news that Old Lady Wu reported this morning.

Mad Blade's eyes widened as he clenched his fists.

"The bastards are provoking us right under our noses. They're asking for death!"

Though Fan Yi was usually calm, he also snorted upon hearing Yang Fei's words.

"Ever since the Evil Dragon Squad fell, these scum really think the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions has no one left."

"Instructor, what should we do?"

Yang Fei coldly replied, "What else, an eye for an eye, blood for blood!"

"Though our Evil Dragon is temporarily understaffed, we can't let these bastards get away."

Mad Blade, though crude, quickly grasped Old Lady Wu's intention.

"I understand what the leader means. There are special forces that can handle these scumbags."

"Blood-colored Army Knife, Wolf Thorn, sending out any squad could deal with them easily."

"However, in overseas operations, one misstep and we'd give others an excuse to slander us. It's most suitable for us to act."

Yang Fei nodded and patted Mad Blade's shoulder.

"This time, I plan to take out a dozen guys from Changfeng Security for a run."

"To become Evil Dragon Warrior Kings, this is their first test."

Mad Blade was startled: "Brother Fei, is this really okay?"

"These youngsters are still green. If anyone gets killed, it'll be tragic."

Yang Fei sighed.

"The battlefield is the best training ground."

"Only through life-and-death situations can their strength truly improve."

"You think winning a special training championship makes you a Warrior King? Bullshit!"

Fan Yi also agreed with Yang Fei's opinion.

"A bunch of ragtag mercenaries, nothing to be afraid of."

"With the three of us backing them up, it should be fine. As for that sniper..."

Yang Fei picked up the conversation: "The sniper is my target."

"I'll put a heavy sniper bullet through that bastard's steel door."

Mad Blade thought for a moment and finally gritted his teeth: "Alright!"

Yang Fei solemnly saluted Mad Blade.

"This isn't just a minor bodyguard mission. There's a chance of death or severe injury."

"You handle the battle mobilization. I'll go talk to Master Gong."

Mad Blade solemnly returned the salute: "Alright, I know my soldiers."

"They've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Mad Blade knew that Yang Fei planned to form the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team with the Changfeng bodyguards as the core.

So during his usual training, he often instilled patriotism in Long Xia and his group.

And this group of eager youngsters, knowing they might become part of a legendary special forces unit, were extremely excited.

Yang Fei thought for a moment and said lightly.

"Before they joined the military, they were all citizens of Huaxia."

"Fan Yi, go find Zhang Shide and ask him to find a way to erase the records of the personnel involved in this operation."

Fan Yi nodded.

This operation meant it was purely a personal action by Yang Fei and the others.

They would receive no support from the military; even their weapons would have to be purchased overseas.

Mad Blade suddenly thought of the Sorcery King and felt some concern.

Yang Fei said lightly: "The Sorcery King took a heavy hit from Uncle, even if he didn't die, he must be severely injured."

"With Uncle overseeing Yannan, even the Demon Emperor wouldn't dare act rashly. No need to worry."

Mad Blade and Fan Yi nodded together, and the three went their separate ways.

After Long Xia and the others joined Changfeng Security Company.

They had made quite a bit of money in these few months.

The first thing Long Xia and his brothers did was to buy their master a big house, one hundred eighty square meters, fully renovated.

If it weren't for Old Man Gong's strong opposition, the brothers would've even found him a companion.

Old Man Gong had lived a hard life raising these orphans, and now he finally had some stability and support in his old age.

When Yang Fei visited the old man, Old Man Gong was on the balcony tending to flowers and plants.

Zhao Xia was helping clean the house.

Seeing Yang Fei, Old Man Gong cheerfully invited him in.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang."

"You've helped my disciples find proper jobs."

"My days are truly comfortable and joyous."

As he spoke, he asked Zhao Xia to make tea.

Yang Fei stopped Zhao Xia from making tea.

He didn't say much and briefly recounted last night's events at the border.

Though Old Man Gong was aged, like ginger, he grew spicier with age.

Upon hearing this, the old man's blood surged.

However, instead of getting angry, he focused his eyes on Yang Fei.

"Mr. Yang, speak your mind, I'm listening."

"If you don't mind an old man like me, I'll grab my Big Spear and go kill with you overseas."

Yang Fei smiled wryly.

"Old man, if we need you to go, what use are we youngsters?"

"I came here just to tell you something."

"I'm taking Long Xia and the others overseas. Those who insult Huaxia will die!"

The old man slapped his thigh: "No problem!"

Yang Fei sighed.

"Old man, think carefully. This time going overseas, it's a personal action."

"In a battlefield crossfire, bullets have no eyes..."

The old man's eyes turned red, but he stubbornly turned his head away.

His voice was incredibly deep.

"Without a country, there is no home. Someone has to stand up."

"If these kids truly die on the battlefield, I... I will be proud of them!"

The old man's voice was hoarse, but it carried a passion like a baking furnace.

Yang Fei said nothing more.

He stood up straight, solemnly and respectfully saluted the old man.

His tone was firm and clear.

"Don't worry. I will bring these brothers back the way I took them out."

"If someone has to sacrifice, it will be me first!"

The old man trembled, opened his arms wide, and gave Yang Fei a bear hug.

"You are all good men. Come back alive."

Yang Fei returned to Longyuan Villa.

He lied, saying he had to go to Dragon Island, and asked Lin Xueyi to stay home.

Lin Xueyi was easily deceived by Yang Fei.

Even Su Yinxue and Zhang Lifang, who didn't understand the underworld's struggles, believed his story.

Among the four girls, only Xiao Xuanya sensed something was off.

As Yang Fei exited the gate, Xiao Xuanya followed him out.

She said flatly, "Yang Fei, stop right there."

Yang Fei turned around, forcing a smile.

"Yaxuan, do you need something?"

Xiao Xuanya walked up to Yang Fei with measured steps.

"Whatever you're going to do, take me with you."

Yang Fei was about to refuse when Xiao Xuanya coldly snorted.

"Don't lie to me. I know what you're planning."

"The Eroders Mercenaries are provoking near the border. I have more intel than you do."

Yang Fei laughed and put his arm around Xiao Xuanya.

"Since you know, then let's go together, sister."

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