Listening to everyone's flattery, Yang Fei smiled faintly. Only after they were done buttering him up did he expressionlessly speak a single sentence.

"Sorry, I take back what I just said."

At this, everyone widened their eyes in shock, watching Yang Fei leisurely smoking.

Hugo couldn't help but ask a question.

"Sir, your strategy just now was indeed a brilliant move to sow discord and kill in the dark night, why retract it?"

The other leaders with Sha Jin also stared at Yang Fei blankly, their eyes filled with confusion.

Yang Fei let out a long sigh, pointing a finger at them.

"You all, try using your brains, alright?"

Without waiting for them to ask, he continued on his own.

"If the Tianhuo Mercenaries were just an ordinary army, the trap of driving wolves to swallow tigers just now could indeed be used, ensuring they end up in chaos, unable to stop."

"But you forgot that behind the Tianhuo Mercenaries stands the powerful Heavenly Fire Sect, which is an important component of the Witch Clan's Fire Gate."

"Heavenly Fire Sect is full of experts, they are everywhere, any one of them could easily take down our headquarters in no time. Even I can at most escape unscathed when faced with a true top-level expert."

Saying this, Yang Fei looked at the still-dazed crowd with a faint smile.

"Whatever ideas we can come up with, the other side can definitely think of too. I can bet that they've already dispatched experts to patrol the camp and closely monitor the movements of all mercenaries."

"At the slightest move, our headquarters will immediately face a thunderous attack, effectively intimidating everyone."

"As long as they maintain this stalemate, in a few days, rumors will naturally dissipate, and the Tianhuo Mercenaries' crisis will pass."

Listening to Yang Fei's analysis, everyone gasped in surprise, feeling even more puzzled.

Hugo widened his eyes, usually calm, but now seemingly a bit anxious.

"But, we can't just do nothing and watch, can we?"

Yang Fei sneered coldly: "Of course we have to act, but if we act, we should hit them hard."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, gathering everyone around, and began to plan in a low voice.

After listening, everyone took a deep breath involuntarily.

Looking at Yang Fei's harmless expression, chills crept up their spines.

Yang Fei smiled and waved at them.

"Understood? If you understand, then go get ready."

Still not fully recovered, at Yang Fei's slight frown, everyone immediately scattered, hurrying out of the tent as if they had seen a ghost.

Nuannuan, curled up on a camp bed, had fallen asleep and now woke up yawning.

Her eyes were misty: "Uncle, are you done with your meeting?"

Yang Fei smiled, walked over, and pulled her up.

"Get up, little lazy cat, there's a good show to watch tonight.

Just as Yang Fei expected, that night, Yang Xiao led the Wu Clan experts, a total of eight people, silently moving in the desert land.

They were like a group of ghosts, monitoring every place where disturbances might occur.

According to Yang Xiao, as long as any group of mercenaries dared to attack the Tianhuo Mercenaries, this batch of experts could quickly enter and take down the enemy headquarters within ten minutes.

Sparks can start a fire, but what if there's no fire at all?

Absolute overwhelming strength gave Yang Xiao unparalleled confidence.

He knew Yang Fei must be hiding in some mercenary group, and Yang Xiao was sure this guy would definitely show up to stir up trouble.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiao's eyes showed a cold killing intent, as long as Yang Fei dared to appear, this place would be his burial ground.

An upright True Martial Master like Yang Xiao was actually beaten to a pulp by a little shrimp with Gang Strength.

To others, it might be a joke, but to Yang Xiao, it was a great insult and mockery.

Yang Xiao and two other experts were lurking behind a dune.

This was the buffer zone of both sides' battlefield, a vast area.

No mercenary group trying to attack the Tianhuo Mercenaries could escape Yang Xiao's monitoring.

What Yang Xiao needed to do was not to snipe ordinary mercenaries but to trace back to the enemy headquarters and launch a lightning-fast decapitation strike.

And Yang Xiao's team was just one of the four squads.

The four squads worked together, monitoring their zones, extinguishing any spark immediately.

This method, of course, wasn't a good one, but it was effective.

This was the absolute overpowering of martial arts experts over ordinary people.

Yang Xiao held a longsword in his hand, and at this moment, he was slowly wiping the sword edge with a soft cloth.

Yang Xiao imagined this sword piercing into Yang Fei's heart, avenging his humiliation.

His whole body was enveloped by True Martial Qi Force, attracting air molecules, forming a mist-like air vortex.

This made him look like an immortal from legend, with an ethereal aura.

At this moment, a strong person suddenly pointed to the distance: "Great Protector, did you see, a small troop is starting to move?"

In fact, Yang Xiao had already heard the sound, he slowly opened his always closed eyes and stood up, chuckling coldly.

"He's finally shown up, not a wasted wait."

He waved his hand to the two experts: "Immediately locate this group of mercenaries' headquarters and prepare for the decapitation strike."

The two experts whispered their acknowledgment and then plunged into the darkness.

Soon, Yang Xiao's wireless communicator responded.

"Reporting to the Great Protector, this small mercenary troop comes from a five hundred-man small mercenary corps in the Northwest direction, the leader is unknown and I've located the corps' headquarters."

Yang Xiao grinned ferociously and issued orders through the communicator.

"Ignore that batch of mercenaries, immediately activate the decapitation plan, target Northwest direction, five hundred-man mercenary headquarters, move stealthily, and bloodily cleanse the headquarters."

Under the moonlight, more than ten figures moved like hunting wolves towards the Northwest direction.

Yang Xiao greatly appreciated this graceful beauty, signifying massacre and blood, also the glory of the victor.

A few kilometers of distance, beneath the feet of martial arts experts, was covered in a flash.

More than ten figures, like ghosts, stealthily infiltrated the five hundred-man mercenary camp.

Their actions were swift and silent, sentries in the camp were assassinated in succession.

And in the enemy headquarters, the reconnaissance experts had already marked, putting up a gun rack in a cross shape in front of the headquarters tent.

Inside the tent, lights were blazing, and shadows moved through the lantern.

Apparently, these guys inside were tensely waiting for military intelligence.

Yang Xiao lay in the sand pit, a sinister smile across his lips.

This batch of ignorant ants had no idea what they had provoked.

All of them deserved to die!

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