The battle at Hongmuzha Village thoroughly launched Pi Gero's armed forces into fame.

Though the combat strength of the Eroders Mercenaries was externally rated as three-star,

many insiders knew.

Within this troop of mercenaries, the framework consisted of elite ex-Moguo Ninth Counter-Terrorism Special Combat Brigade.

This elite Special Forces unit, whose combat power could easily reach over seven stars.

Pi Gero's armed forces were merely a local faction in Mian Guo.

Their combat ability was poor, not even qualifying for a star rating.

Yet, the three-star Eroders Mercenaries were unexpectedly wrapped up by Pi Gero's armed forces, like dumplings.

This made many warlords incredulous, but it also instilled a sense of fear towards Pi Gero, this small warlord.

Fame brought tremendous benefits, the most direct of which was territory.

The day after the news spread,

two neighboring warlord forces who bordered Pi Gero's stronghold sent envoys simultaneously, bringing substantial amounts of gold to pay him a visit.

They expressed their willingness to coexist peacefully with Pi Gero.

To show their sincerity, both warlord forces ceded a considerable area of their domains to Pi Gero.

Far in the central part, the Government Office military headquarters also promptly sent a commendation to Pi Gero.

The Government Office Army commended Pi Gero for its loyalty and bravery in eliminating the Eroders Mercenaries,

making an outstanding contribution to upholding the national dignity.

Even the guerrilla group, constantly at odds with the Government Office Army, also sent an envoy to woo Pi Gero.

They delivered a large batch of military supplies.

Pi Gero, merely a rustic general, unwittingly came into the sight of all the high-ups; this time, this cunning small warlord seemingly became a significant figure.

The more various forces valued Pi Gero, the more grateful Pi Gero was to Yang Fei and his men.

Even he had not anticipated.

This forced cooperation had unexpectedly brought him such great benefits.

Pi Gero was of course resentful and pained by the gold and supplies taken by Yang Fei.

However, compared to the fame and long-term benefits Pi Gero gained,

these pieces of gold and supplies hardly meant anything.

Within the entire Underworld, the battle at Hongmuzha also stirred a massive uproar.

Mixgold, ranked seventh on the global sniper list,

mysteriously perished in this small-scale battle.

This shocked countless people.

Many people cursed Mixgold day and night, wishing him an ill fate; simultaneously, numerous champions of justice had hunted him year after year.

To kill Mixgold, an Avengers alliance was even organized globally.

However, Mixgold was incredibly powerful.

His intuition for sensing danger allowed him to escape trap after trap.

More often, this arrogant man would evade the Avengers' traps.

Then, he would turn around and kill each of the Avengers one by one.

This evil person, with blood on his hands,

could not be washed clean even with the waters of the Pacific Ocean.

Yet, this time, he had finally reached the peak of his misdeeds, fully deserving his fate.

Around the world, various places launched celebrations of different scales.

Celebrating that Mixgold had finally faced retribution.

Several influential international media outlets also competed to report this significant news.

The public's curiosity was thoroughly ignited.

Who exactly had killed Mixgold?

A Reuters reporter, travelling thousands of miles, heedless of danger,

came to Hongmuzha to interview Pi Gero.

Pi Gero, with a signal from Yang Fei, naturally refused to reveal the truth.

He only provided the reporter with a posthumous photo of Mixgold.

This photo of Mixgold once again stunned the world.

Several major news outlets raced to reprint it.

And many foreign web portals also prominently posted this significant piece of news.

Many sniping enthusiasts recognized it at a glance.

The dreadful corpse of Mixgold was the result of a sniper rifle.

The guy who killed Mixgold.

In the sniping duel, after severely injuring Mixgold.

He brutally fired thirteen sniper bullets into Mixgold's body at close range.

These thirteen sniper bullets turned Mixgold's corpse into a mangled mess of flesh, horrifying to behold.

Given Mixgold's strength and ruthlessness, apart from the King on the sniper list, who else could have killed him?

Public curiosity grew stronger.

And articles analyzing this aspect proliferated.

The death of Mixgold became a major global event of the year.

And his posthumous photograph also became one of the most newsworthy images of the year.

Who exactly killed Mixgold became the biggest mystery of the year.

And this mystery might never be unraveled.

Huaxia, thirty kilometers southeast of the Capital City, in the military restricted zone, headquarters of Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions.

Old General Wu Yuanzhong stared at a piece of news on the computer, his expression extremely solemn.

The news on the computer was sent by a foreign agent of Hidden Dragon.

The accompanying image was startlingly that of Mixgold's postmortem photograph.

Wu Yuanzhong stood up, slowly stepped back, and solemnly saluted.

His eyes reddened slightly as he muttered a curse.

"Damn kid, such big news and you don't even inform me, what a real bastard!"

He muttered the curse, glanced outside the office, and noticed no one there.

He stealthily walked to a bookshelf, moved aside a thick volume, and retrieved a flat, small military flask.

The old man unscrewed the cap, and immediately a rich aroma of alcohol wafted out.

Wu Yuanzhong gulped down a big mouthful of strong liquor, but because he drank hastily, he coughed repeatedly.

He covered his mouth, barely managing to suppress the cough, but his face turned beet red.

With a gulp of liquor, the wrinkles on Wu Yuanzhong's face relaxed significantly.

He couldn't resist looking at the news on the computer again, a smile spreading across his lips.

"Damn, that's really satisfying!"

Just then, the office door opened.

Wu Yuanzhong startled, quickly hid the flask behind him.

The person who came in was over fifty, with a fair complexion and graying hair, appearing extremely refined.

Upon entering, he sniffed the air, then his face darkened.

"Old Wu, there you go drinking secretly again, it's really unseemly."

Upon seeing this refined old man, Wu Yuanzhong breathed a sigh of relief.

He handed over the flask helplessly.

"Old Dai, you must be a yellow weasel, creeping up so quietly can scare a person to death."

The person who entered was Political Commissar Dai Jili of Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions.

He and Wu Yuanzhong, one in academia and one in military, were the highest military officials of Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions.

Dai Jili snatched the flask with a snort.

"Your high blood pressure is already very dangerous, and yet you dare drink secretly away from the doctor."

"I must resolutely fight against such disregard for your own health."

Wu Yuanzhong knew he was in the wrong.

He laughed heartily, patting Dai Jili on the shoulder as they sat down.

"Don't rush to scold me, if you knew this news, you'd also need a few drinks."

Dai Jili's expression looked very grim.

"My heart no longer allows me to drink."

"What news could make you so irresponsible?"

"Hehe, don't hold your words so tight, come and take a look."

Wu Yuanzhong, as if showing off a treasure, pressed Dai Jili in front of the computer.

At the same time, he pulled up that news report.

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