Mad Blade held back for a moment, then whispered, "Go back and report to the instructor, he has his own plans."
Three Swords nodded, and the two of them left the town, not towards the east, but turned to head west.
After walking about one kilometer.
Mad Blade and Three Swords heard simultaneously, someone sneaking up behind them.
Mad Blade and Three Swords nodded to each other.
The two of them split left and right, disappearing into the dense shrubbery.
Following behind them, four guys armed with rifles stealthily approached.
As they got closer, the leading soldier looked around in confusion.
"Weird, where did they go? I just saw their shadows."
Mad Blade raised his left hand, bending his three fingers one by one.
By the time the third finger was bent, he suddenly waved his hand.
He pounced like a leopard.
Three Swords also launched his attack at the same time, diving out from the bushes.
Mad Blade's palm blade cut through the air rapidly, knocking two soldiers unconscious.
Three Swords, however, leaped through the air, his feet striking accurately on the two soldiers' Yang Acupoints.
In a split second, all four soldiers were knocked out cold on the ground.
This was because the two men held back and did not aim to kill.
Otherwise, these four fellows would have died right there.
Mad Blade stripped their rifles and bullets, as well as the daggers they carried, from their bodies.
He triumphantly shouldered the equipment.
"You didn't cooperate, my brother doesn't blame you, but why the need to send a big gift on your way?""
"Haha, how embarrassing this is."
Three Swords was amused to a slight smile by his poor jokes.
Previously, Three Swords, One Blade, and others were under Golden Buddha.
They acted with extreme caution, never daring to cross the line.
But ever since they joined Lanting Group.
There were virtually no rules in their interactions, nor were there any hierarchies of respect.
Tiger Roar Yang Fei's reputation was ferocious in the outside world.
However, to Three Swords and the others, he was an incomparably funny and interesting person.
Such an atmosphere within the group made Three Swords and others genuinely fond of it.
This feeling of mutual respect, love, and shared fate was indescribable.
Having dealt with the tail, the two headed back east, arriving at the camp where everyone was stationed.
Not long after Mad Blade and Three Swords left.
A ghost-like figure suddenly emerged from the concealed jungle bushes.
This person wore a black cloak.
Even with the sun shining brightly, no trace of warmth could be found on him.
It sent shivers down one's spine.
The ghostly figure walked over to the four unconscious men.
He woke one up and inquired in a low voice about Mad Blade and the others' voices and appearances.
Seeing his flickering ghostly eyes, the soldier did not dare to tell a lie.
He described in detail the appearances of Mad Blade, Three Swords, and the others.
After listening, the man asked twice more, comparing the soldier's answers to ensure they were the same each time.
Then, he suddenly drew a military spike and stabbed it into the soldier's chest.
Following that, with three swift strikes, he stabbed the three unconscious soldiers to death.
Finally, he wiped the blade's tip on the sole of his shoe to clean off the blood.
At that moment, a Caucasian appeared behind him.
"Mixgold, are you sure Demon Shadow Yang Fei has come?"
The Caucasian was exceedingly handsome, his entire body seemingly radiant.
His overwhelming presence made it difficult for one to look him in the eye.
The Caucasian looked like a precious work of art carved by a Greek master sculptor.
His features were sharply defined, his lines perfect to the extreme.
Mixgold smiled.
"The two that just appeared should be the attendants of Demon Shadow."
"Demon Shadow is a typical Huaxia person, to him, the dignity of the nation and ethnicity is more important than life itself."
"I believe, as long as he receives my provocation, there's no way he won't come."
The Caucasian nodded, his eyes burning with a fire like that of the sun.
"The oracle says that we resurrected gods will perish at the hands of someone from the Eastern Jiujie."
"I didn't believe it at first, but with Poseidon's fall, I've come to believe it."
As he said this, he spread his hands as if grasping his own destiny.
His body radiated with a blazing and powerful aura.
"According to the brief message sent just before Poseidon's death,"
"It's highly likely that Demon Shadow Yang Fei is that person from Eastern Jiujie."
"Then, let me be the one to end this legend."
Mixgold pressed his left palm to his chest and deeply bowed to the Caucasian.
"Everything will be as you desire, my god!"
The two figures chased after Mad Blade and Three Swords in the direction they had left in.
Yang Fei, bored out of his mind, was playing a staring contest with Long Xia.
The two guys, around their twenties, were like children, their eyes wide open, staring into each other's, waiting for the other to move first.
A packet of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes and one hundred yuan lay on the ground.
The Yellow Crane Tower was originally Long Xia's stockpile.
Yang Fei wanted it for himself the moment he saw it, but Long Xia would absolutely not sell.
The two of them decided to settle it with a staring contest, the winner would take both the money and the cigarettes.
When Mad Blade saw the Yellow Crane Tower, his eyes lit up instantly.
With a somersault, he tried to grab for the cigarettes.
Yang Fei was quick to react, his Crane Beak strike hitting Mad Blade's hand, both precise and ruthless.
Mad Blade howled in pain, withdrawing his hand and gasping for air repeatedly.
Strangely, Yang Fei didn't even blink when scuffling with Mad Blade, a rare occurrence for him.
Long Xia, on the other hand, blinked.
Yang Fei was overjoyed, he grabbed the Yellow Crane Tower and the money from the ground and burst into laughter.
Mad Blade, struck by a Crane Beak out of nowhere, rolled his eyes and cursed incessantly.
He reported to Yang Fei about the communication with Pi Gero and requested to fight.
"Coach, if you ask me, we should just take down this guy's headquarters."
"Just a country warlord who thinks too highly of himself."
Yang Fei smiled and shook his head.
"No, no, the Invaders' Mercenary Corps is a former top-notch Special Forces from Moguo with superb weapons and extraordinary combat abilities."
"Although the world rates the Invaders as having only Three Stars combat strength,"
"It's because they've all fallen prey to drug addiction."
"But the combat abilities of the Invaders aren't something that Pi Gero's rag-tag forces can be compared with."
"We have to be cautious and let Pi Gero's troops take the forefront."
Long Xia, who had never heard of the Invaders' reputation, was curious.
"Coach, if the Invaders' predecessors were Moguo Special Forces, why would they degrade to becoming mercenaries?"
Yang Fei sighed.
"Isn't it because of greed? An entire Special Forces Corps, can you believe it, turned to armed drug trafficking."
"Think about it, can they still be considered reputable?"
Xiao Xuanya smiled, cutting off Yang Fei's show-off.
"So, what do we do now?"
Yang Fei snapped his fingers with his left hand, "One word, wait!"
He looked at the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, took out his phone to pull up the map, and started making points and drawings on the ground.
"According to Mad Blade's intelligence, the Invaders are stationed in a village called Hongmuzha to the southwest of Karon Town."
"Hongmuzha Village is an important village under Pi Gero's control; they've grown a large amount of poppies that have already matured."
"How could Pi Gero allow someone to reach out and snatch his fruits of victory at this time?"
"Therefore, I believe that within the next two days, Pi Gero will set off to attack the Invaders."
"As the saying goes, 'The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.' Let's just be the orioles in this situation."
Hearing Yang Fei's analysis, everyone nodded in agreement.
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