Mad Blade looked at Yang Fei's resolute expression and was somewhat stunned.

"Disbandment is just disbandment, I don't serve anymore. Why are you so agitated?"

"You bastard, I can't explain it to you."

Yang Fei's hand heavily knocked on Mad Blade's head.

Mad Blade let out an "ouch" and then furiously said, "Little Bird Yang, do you still want to fight?"

Yang Fei rolled his eyes and coldly said, "Can you beat me?"

Mad Blade was momentarily at a loss. He was indeed wary of Yang Fei's ghostly speed.

He had no choice but to sullenly say, "I can't beat you, but I'd still fight."

Yang Fei sighed and softened his tone, "You should return to the brigade. At most, you'll get a disciplinary action, but you'll hold the position of Evil Dragon."

"Don't worry. I will come back. By then, it will be the day the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team is rebuilt."

Mad Blade nodded.

Then he chuckled, "Don't be in such a hurry to send me back to the brigade, okay? Anyway, I'm definitely getting a disciplinary action. It's better to stick with Brother Fei."

"Who knows, if I stay here, there might be a chance to make a merit, so I can explain to the Old Leader when I return."

Just as Yang Fei was about to say something, he heard Su Yinxue's cold voice from upstairs, "Yang Fei, let me see your injury?"

Su Yinxue walked down from the second floor.

She had changed clothes, wearing an off-white cashmere sweater, a warm yellow tube skirt, with a mink fur coat over it.

High heels accentuated her beautifully slender legs, making them exceedingly shapely.

In her hand, she held a long roll of bandages and some disinfectant alcohol. Her jade-like face bore a faint concern.

Yang Fei glanced at his wrist, seeing that all five fingers had been slashed by the blade, bleeding profusely.

But for Yang Fei, such minor injuries didn't even require bandaging.

Yang Fei declined Su Yinxue's kindness.

Unexpectedly, the usually aloof and reticent Su Yinxue was uncharacteristically persistent this time.

Her eyes were somewhat red, "You got hurt for me like this. Won't you even give me a chance to make amends?"

Seeing Su Yinxue's reddened eyes, with tears brimming, Yang Fei immediately raised his hands in surrender with a headache.

"Alright, alright. You can bandage however you want. Even if you turn me into a mummy, I don't mind."

"Pooh, you jinx; a mummy is a dead person."

Su Yinxue rarely chided Yang Fei, dragging him up the stairs.

Downstairs, Mad Blade dumbfoundedly watched Yang Fei's retreating figure, smacking his lips.

"Damn, this delicate young lady seems unable to escape Little Bird Yang's clutches."

"Geez, is it necessary to fuss this much over a minor injury? Why doesn't anyone ask if I'm hurt?"

"Bro, don't worry about Brother Fei. What are you going to do now that you've killed someone?"

Zhang Lifang scolded Mad Blade, her heart racing with fear.

After all, a killer's corpse lay at one side of the hotel lobby.

Returning to his senses, Mad Blade looked at the pale and panicked faces of Zhang Lifang and Lin Xueyi.

He laughed and patted his head, "Don't worry. I'll handle this."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and mysteriously went to make a call in a corner.

Lin Xueyi and Zhang Lifang blankly watched him, not knowing what he was up to.

More than ten minutes later, a young man dressed as a cleaner, wearing a baseball cap and a mask, entered Lanting Hotel.

He looked like an ordinary person.

However, his resolute expression and the occasional flash of cold light in his eyes hinted at his extraordinariness.

Entering the hotel, Mad Blade showed him an ID.

On the cover of the ID were two crossed golden sword patterns with a shield in the background.

The young man shuddered and immediately stood at attention, giving a standard military salute to Mad Blade.

He loudly said, "Greetings, Commander. Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions Special Agent J301 reporting."

Mad Blade returned the salute, then lightly pointed to the corpse on the floor, "This person is an assassin, his identity and data need to be verified."

"I will submit a detailed death report and data to headquarters. Now, please handle this body."

"Yes!"

The young cleaner said no more, lifted the assassin's corpse onto his shoulder, and walked out.

Zhang Lifang and Lin Xueyi dumbfoundedly watched Mad Blade.

Zhang Lifang couldn't believe it, "Bro, you killed someone, and that's it?"

Mad Blade was somewhat stunned, "If not handled this way, then how?"

Zhang Lifang widened her eyes, "A human life is at stake! Shouldn't we call the police?"

Mad Blade laughed. The dense stubble on his lips made his smile somewhat sinister.

"To maintain social harmony and stability, some things must be dealt with specially."

"To give you an analogy, if a green vegetable patch grows a weed, what would you do?"

"Of course, pull it out. Weeds shouldn't be kept," Zhang Lifang said matter-of-factly.

Lin Xueyi also widened her eyes, looking at Mad Blade, unable to understand him.

Mad Blade nodded, chuckling coldly, "You're right. Weeds in the vegetable patch should certainly be removed."

"Society also has countless similar bad elements, and Yang Fei and I are the weed removers."

"Of course, we have a series of regulations and systems for removing these weeds. We don't do it recklessly."

"Heavens, who exactly are you?"

This time, Zhang Lifang and Lin Xueyi understood. Both of them looked at Mad Blade astonished.

Mad Blade laughed heartily, placing his left index finger on his lips, and shushed them, "This is something you two should know. But absolutely, do not leak it."

His face showed an immensely deep seriousness.

"Otherwise, it will cause big trouble, and both I and Little Bird Yang will be in serious trouble."

Only now did Lin Xueyi vaguely understand Yang Fei's identity.

However, her initial doubts not only didn't dissipate but grew even more intense.

A mysterious and powerful person hidden in the hotel, what was his purpose?

Second floor, Su Yinxue's room.

Su Yinxue's trembling hands were gently cleaning the wounds on Yang Fei's fingers with medical alcohol.

She lowered her head, looking at the crisscrossing blood marks on Yang Fei's left hand fingers, her heart trembled even more.

"Yang Fei, do you know how dangerous it was just now? When you reached out for the knife, didn't you think about your own safety?"

The female CEO's hair touched Yang Fei's face, tickling him, carrying a unique elegant fragrance.

Her cold tone now sounded very gentle.

Yang Fei chuckled for some reason, feeling unused to Su Yinxue's gentleness.

He leaned his head back slightly and said in a relaxed tone, "It's nothing. Small fry like that can't kill me."

Drip!

At that moment, Su Yinxue's tear fell, landing on Yang Fei's hand, making him shiver.

Su Yinxue whimpered, "Fool, didn't you think that these assassins were actually drawn by me, don't you have anything to ask me?"

Indeed a woman with a story.

Yang Fei sighed inwardly but wore a calm expression.

He said lightly, "I consider you a friend. If there's something you want to say, you'll naturally say it."

"But if you don't want to say it for the time being, that's okay too."

His understanding and consideration made Su Yinxue's tears flow even more fiercely.

She seemed unable to voice her grievances, burying her head in Yang Fei's chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

Soon, her tears soaked Yang Fei's shoulder.

Yang Fei gently patted her round shoulder, feeling Su Yinxue's wholehearted trust.

For some reason, the small, particular thought in his heart gradually dissipated.

After a long while, Su Yinxue stopped sobbing but did not leave Yang Fei's embrace.

They held each other, both feeling a serene mood and the quiet beauty of life.

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