The Sorcerer Demon King and the Puppet King were both in good spirits.

The two had been relentlessly pursuing Yang Fei, and now they finally found the opportunity to assassinate him.

Jiuan County was over a hundred miles away from Yannan, leaving Yang Fei isolated and without aid.

With two Core Formation Experts joining forces, it was unlikely that they wouldn't be able to kill an Early Stage of Core Formation expert.

Moreover, the Puppet King's ultimate weapon, Howling Moon, had reached its full cycle, and he was brimming with confidence.

Liu Dongliang placed his luggage down and found his seat.

Seeing Liang Jiayi and Yang Fei, he almost exploded with rage.

Yang Fei sat upright, while Liang Jiayi's head rested on his shoulder, her long, silky hair slightly trembling.

Liang Jiayi's delicate fingers were shelling sunflower seeds.

She fed the shelled seeds to Yang Fei one by one.

This display of affection was unbearable to Liu Dongliang.

Standing in place, Liu Dongliang took several deep breaths to calm his anger.

The Liu Family was also a prominent household.

However, compared to the Liang Family, both resources and background were inferior.

Liu Dongliang was a man with a deep mind.

He was very clear about the essence of his and Liang Jiayi's union, which was nothing more than mutual benefit between the Liu and Liang families.

By connecting with the Liang Family, the Liu Family's prestige and relationships would dramatically rise.

That was Liu Dongliang's goal.

As for women, did Liu Dongliang lack them?

A successful man, a man in control of massive resources and wealth, couldn't possibly have just one woman by his side.

Even Liu Dongliang's father secretly kept two mistresses.

Thinking about this, Liu Dongliang's face broke into a gentle smile.

He sat across from Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi.

Not far away, the Puppet King and the Sorcerer Demon King sat upright and serious.

They observed with their noses, their noses observing their hearts, without revealing the slightest hostility.

Seeing Liu Dongliang's forbearance made Liang Jiayi slightly uncomfortable.

Ultimately a kind girl, she no longer provoked Liu Dongliang and sat up a bit straighter.

Liu Dongliang looked at Yang Fei's military green uniform and smiled faintly.

"I didn't expect, Mr. Yang, that you enjoy wearing military uniforms so much. Were you ever in the army?"

Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi exchanged a glance.

Yang Fei nodded expressionlessly.

"I served for three years and later retired. I'm proud to have been a soldier."

Liang Jiayi smiled at Liu Dongliang.

"That's a coincidence; Liangzi also served in the army. You two can have a good chat."

Liu Dongliang's expression immediately became serious.

"Sorry, the unit I served in wasn't an ordinary unit. Even after retirement, I have to adhere to confidentiality regulations; we can't talk about these things."

Yang Fei was taken aback.

People who had served in the army, no matter how laid-back, exhibited a demeanor full of iron-blooded resolve.

This kind of demeanor was ingrained, impossible to conceal.

In special forces like the Evil Dragon unit, with their extreme training and the constant dance between life and death, this unique temperament of iron-blood stoicism and intense killing aura was more evident.

Yet, in Yang Fei's view, Liu Dongliang's weak physique and casual mannerisms showed none of that.

How could he have been in the army?

Such a person wasn't even an ordinary soldier, let alone part of a secret special forces unit.

Liang Jiayi felt a bit apologetic: "Sorry, I shouldn't have brought that up."

There was a hint of smugness in Liu Dongliang's eyes.

"It's alright, I can't disclose my unit, but I can tell you what real war is like."

Liang Jiayi's eyes widened with admiration as she looked at Liu Dongliang.

"So there are still wars nowadays? I didn't expect you to have been on the battlefield. What a hero."

Liu Dongliang subconsciously puffed out his chest, reveling in the attention.

"In these peaceful times, people think war is far away."

"But for special forces like us, combat and sacrifice are routine."

His voice grew solemn.

"It was during a cross-border anti-drug operation. My brothers and I were ordered to intercept a group of armed drug dealers."

"There were just ten of us, while the enemy numbered sixty or seventy, each armed with advanced weapons."

"The battle was tough. The enemy, desperate to flee, launched a frenzied attack, spraying bullets like rain on our fortifications."

"We were behind the fortifications, mowing them down with machine guns. The enemy, like wheat under a scythe, kept falling and charging again."

"My heavy machine gun kept firing; the barrel got so hot it turned red."

"The battle lasted three hours, neither side gaining ground."

"Suddenly, they threw a dynamite pack."

"Boom! My brother didn't have time to hide; he was blown to pieces."

"Only I and another brother were left."

"That brother's arm was blown off. Seeing the enemy swarm at us, he strapped on a dynamite pack and rushed into their midst…"

At this point, Liu Dongliang's voice grew mournful.

"That brother sacrificed himself. Enraged, I stormed out of the fortifications, gunning down the remaining drug dealers, turning them into sieves."

Liang Jiayi's eyes turned red, thinking of her brother who had died heroically.

Her bright eyes fixated on Liu Dongliang, filled with admiration and a hint of apology.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were a battle-hardened hero."

"I apologize for my earlier rudeness."

Liu Dongliang lifted his head, giving a bittersweet smile.

"It's alright. Someone who crawled out of a mass of corpses can handle such slight offenses."

Yang Fei suddenly burst out laughing.

It was as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, laughing so hard he doubled over, clutching his stomach.

Liu Dongliang had finally caught Liang Jiayi's attention.

Now disrupted by Yang Fei's raucous laughter, he flew into a rage.

"Mr. Yang, do you find our life-and-death struggles, our bloodshed and sacrifices, laughable?"

Liang Jiayi also frowned at Yang Fei.

"Yang Fei, what are you laughing at?"

Yang Fei stifled his laughter, looking at Liu Dongliang mockingly.

"When you and your comrades were fighting the enemy, did you piss?"

Liu Dongliang's eyes widened in fury.

"What did you say? I'm warning you, you can insult me, but if you dare insult the martyrs, I won't stand for it."

A steely glint, like a bayonet's point, flashed in Yang Fei's eyes.

Liu Dongliang noticed Yang Fei's gaze and suddenly felt a shiver, unable to meet his eyes.

Yang Fei slanted a look at Liu Dongliang, his voice filled with ice.

"Who's insulting the martyrs? You or me?"

He suddenly slapped the table.

"A water-cooled heavy machine gun, if overheated, would jam unless immediately cooled."

"The barrel burned red and still could fire?"

"And on the battlefield, the quickest way to cool it is to piss on it. Didn't you know that?"

Yang Fei laughed coldly.

"And how did the enemy's dynamite pack get past your heavy machine gun's bullet barrier to be thrown at you?"

"Where was the sniper, the one who should be occupying high ground, just watching the enemy blow you up?"

"Where was the observer? Was his vision as useless as his eyes on his ass?"

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