At this moment, the night lights just came on.

The street was bustling with people, very lively.

Yang Fei took out a pack of Honghe cigarettes, drew one out, and placed it in his mouth.

He looked at Yi Long calmly, "Do you smoke?"

Yi Long said nothing, took the cigarette from Yang Fei's hand.

He pulled out a lighter, lit Yang Fei's cigarette first, and then his own.

Both men took a deep drag, smoke swirling around them.

Fan Yi stood a short distance away, his back ramrod straight.

"Finish this cigarette and leave."

Yang Fei didn't even glance at Yi Long.

He said calmly, "We're not the same kind of people. I don't want you to stay at Lanting Hotel."

Yi Long stood straight, staring fixedly at Yang Fei.

He answered obliquely, "I know who you are, you're soldiers!"

The moment he said this, Yang Fei and Fan Yi were shocked.

There was a metallic sound from Fan Yi's sleeve, a flash of cold light.

He stepped diagonally to the right.

Yang Fei, however, stepped to the left, blocking any chance for Yi Long to escape, his eyes as sharp as knives.

Their coordination was flawless.

A thick, tangible killing intent emanated from both of them.

The surrounding temperature felt like an ice cave.

Yi Long's breathing was labored.

He dared not move a finger, his whole body stiff.

He felt like a frog stared down by a snake.

Yi Long had no doubt that if he made any sudden movements, the two men would strike him down on the spot.

And he had no room for resistance.

In an instant, Yang Fei and Fan Yi controlled the fate of this martial arts expert completely.

Yang Fei looked coldly at Yi Long, "How do you know?"

Yi Long managed to catch his breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with difficulty.

"Because I was once a soldier in a secret special forces unit as well."

"The scent of a soldier has seeped into my bones, I know it too well."

He glanced at Fan Yi, saying, "Brother Fei's realm is too high, he hides it too well, I couldn't confirm it."

"But Brother Fan Yi distinctly emanates a soldier's aura, resolute, iron-blooded, fierce."

"And the mutual understanding and coordination between you two also exposed your identities."

"This kind of rapport and synergy only exists between comrades who have faced life and death together."

"So, not only are you soldiers, you're at the absolute pinnacle, kingly special forces soldiers."

Yang Fei looked at Yi Long, surprised, "You are also a soldier?"

"Damn it, you've disgraced soldiers!"

Yi Long lowered his head.

This man in his thirties, in front of Yang Fei, was like a child.

Tears slowly ran down his cheeks.

Heavy drops of tears fell to the ground, making a distinct sound.

Yang Fei and Fan Yi realized this guy was actually crying.

Yi Long slowly crouched down, shoulders shaking.

His entire body trembled, silently sobbing.

He suppressed the whimpers in his throat, but couldn't help making tiny choking sounds.

Big tears fell to the ground.

On this midnight street, this man in his thirties finally cried out loud.

"If I had a choice, only a bastard would disgrace soldiers."

Listening to Yi Long's wailing, Yang Fei and Fan Yi exchanged a glance.

Both looked somewhat puzzled.

Fan Yi stepped forward to help Yi Long up, "Stop crying, let's talk things over slowly."

Yi Long sobbed uncontrollably.

Under the distant neon lights, his face was filled with pain.

Tears streamed unchecked down his face.

"Attention!"

From behind, Yang Fei suddenly shouted angrily.

Yi Long sprang up reflexively, standing at attention.

Fan Yi also stood solemnly at attention beside him.

Both men tucked their chins slightly, shoulders straight and strong, their eyes emitting a fierce and unwavering light.

Snap!

Yang Fei saluted them, and Yi Long and Fan Yi saluted back.

On this midnight street, the three of them were like statues, motionless.

In the distance, three or four drunkards saw the three men and laughed heartily.

They laughed so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

"These three idiots, haha, think they're in a movie?"

The three men were oblivious.

Yi Long's tears flowed even more.

In that moment, he felt like he was back on the vibrant training field.

In storms and scorching sun.

The instructor's roar ignited their blood.

After a while, Yang Fei lowered his saluting hand.

He said calmly, "Let's have a good talk."

Not far away was a street barbecue stall.

Yang Fei led the two over, casually sat at a table.

He ordered five kilos of white liquor, lamb kidneys, beef skewers, lamb skewers, and other items.

The three of them drank a bowl of liquor first.

Yang Fei calmly said to Yi Long, "Wipe your tears. Soldiers bleed, they don't cry, don't you know that?"

Yi Long wiped his tears messily.

He poured the liquor for Yang Fei and Fan Yi, then filled his own bowl to the brim.

"Now, tell us your story."

"Why would a true special forces soldier end up here as a thug?"

Yang Fei's face, usually carefree, now looked very serious.

Yi Long downed half a bowl of liquor in one go.

He sighed deeply, "This whole thing is full of grievances."

Yi Long was from Guang Province, trained in martial arts from a young age.

His kung fu had been passed down from his ancestors.

It's said that one of Yi Long's ancestors had even studied martial arts under one of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong, quite a background.

After failing his college entrance exam, Yi Long enlisted in the military.

He was lucky.

Three months into basic training, a special forces unit came to the new recruits' camp to pick people.

With his family-taught martial arts skills and the physique he developed since childhood.

Yi Long was selected by the special forces instructor for the special forces unit.

He trained for a year in the special forces.

Later, during a military district special forces competition, Yi Long made it into the top five.

After the competition, Yi Long was transferred to a higher-level special forces unit.

In this high-spec special forces unit, Yi Long made rapid progress.

During an anti-drug operation, he single-handedly captured an armed drug trafficking gang, earning a second-class merit.

Later, due to this merit, he transferred to a top special forces unit within the country.

In this top special forces unit, Yi Long was exposed to more confidential operations.

He thought the special forces unit he belonged to was the pinnacle of the nation's special forces.

But then a comrade told him if special forces units were ranked by ten-star levels.

Then this top special forces unit would barely count as a Four-Star special forces unit.

In the nation, there was only one special forces unit that could be rated as Ten-Star.

It was the legendary Huaxia Hidden Dragon Special Forces unit.

And beyond the Ten-Star standard, the supreme king of special forces units.

Was the soul of Hidden Dragon, known as Evil Dragon.

The existence of Evil Dragon couldn't be verified by any evidence, only existed in soldiers' legends.

In fact, any soldier who talked about the Evil Dragon special forces would be severely punished and have secret conversations.

Even though the legend of Evil Dragon was extraordinarily elusive.

Yi Long swore to become stronger, enhance his military skills, and join Evil Dragon.

However, at that time, disaster struck Yi Long's family suddenly.

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