The hands of Three Swords, Fan Yi, and the others were tied up, with the barrels of rifles pointing at them.

However, they did not panic. Occasionally, their eyes met, and they even smiled.

Everyone had their ears perked, listening to the commotion from over two hundred meters away, where Mosika was.

This reckless guy had let Yang Fei and Mad Blade go, and his bad luck was only a matter of time.

On the contrary, the guards watching over Fan Yi and the others were a bit puzzled.

These guys didn't seem frightened at all despite having guns pointed at their heads.

They were very different from the captives they had captured before.

At this moment, Mosika's voice pierced through the jungle, reaching everyone's ears through the loudspeaker.

He ordered all the guards to retreat immediately and withdraw to the Birch Forest two kilometers away.

All the guards were shocked to hear Mosika's order.

No one could understand the bizarre command.

However, knowing Mosika's deep scheming and unpredictable temper, no one dared to say anything and had to retreat into the depths of the jungle.

Mad Blade and Three Swords, Long Xia exchanged a look.

Every one of them had a mocking smile in their eyes.

Sure enough, just then, Mad Blade walked out of the jungle with Mosika in tow, humming a tune.

This guy posed in front of Fan Yi as if saying, "Hey, am I cool or what?"

"Fan Yi, you owe me big time this round."

"I risked my life to save you, almost losing my head in the process."

Yang Fei followed behind Moska, giving him a kick in the butt.

"Damn, I thought I was shameless enough, but compared to you, I'm not even close."

"You made dealing with a few small fries sound like you made a huge sacrifice. What a joke!"

Mad Blade's attempt to brag backfired, and he almost fell flat on his face.

He turned and glared angrily at Yang Fei: "Instructor, hitting below the belt is the worst crime, you need to change."

Yang Fei said nothing, rolling up his sleeves, clenching his fists, ready to beat him up.

Mad Blade immediately caved in, pulling his ears with both hands.

"Instructor, I'm sorry, can you not hit my face?"

Yang Fei spat: "Get lost, I don't have time for that."

While these two were bantering, Three Swords and others had already stood up, releasing their Dark Force, breaking the leather straps.

Mosika looked at these monsters, dumbfounded.

The leather straps were made from tanned cowhide, tough and durable.

Not to mention breaking them, even cutting through with a knife was hard in a short time.

Yet these people, with casual laughter, made the three-finger-wide leather straps snap.

This kind of strength, it was simply beyond that of an elephant.

A single elephant is manageable, but here there were at least twenty elephants!

Mosika, who had been thinking about how to escape, didn't dare to move rashly anymore, looking fearfully at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei approached, casually playing with a dagger he had just acquired.

Mosika shivered, dropping to his knees, kowtowing like a crazy man.

"Please, spare me, I never intended to offend you mighty tigers, and I won't dare to again."

Yang Fei grabbed him by the chest, lifting him up, his tone indifferent.

"Boss, you're a businessman. We're just continuing our business talks. Where are the arms I asked for? You haven't supplied everything?"

Hearing that Yang Fei didn't intend to kill him, Mosika was instantly relieved and nodded repeatedly.

"I'll have someone complete the supply immediately, please don't kill me."

Mosika's mouth pleaded, but his mind was secretly plotting.

If these guys were already this powerful, supplying them with more ammo would only make Mosika the fish on the chopping board forever unable to turn the tide.

Mosika hesitated slightly.

Swoosh!

The dagger in Yang Fei's hand suddenly flashed a cold light, sweeping past.

Mosika only felt a sharp pain at the base of his ear, and half an ear instantly fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.

"Ah, mercy, please spare me."

Mosika let out a miserable scream, covering his ear, collapsing to the ground, and kowtowing repeatedly.

Yang Fei seemed a bit surprised as well.

Looking at the blood dripping from the dagger, he apologized profusely, lifting Mosika up.

"Sorry, sorry, it was unintentional, just a mistake."

Mosika dared not stand up, simply kneeling on the ground, kowtowing frantically, begging bitterly.

Yang Fei's expression darkened.

"You don't accept my apology, so you're disrespecting me?"

Mosika immediately jumped up like a spring.

Standing in front of Yang Fei, he bowed respectfully.

"No no no, I know you're a good man, I accept your apology."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, spinning the dagger in his hand like a windmill.

"That's more like it. Who doesn't make mistakes, right?"

"I forgive your earlier rudeness, when will our ammo be delivered?"

Mosika hesitated slightly.

Whoosh!

A flash of cold light, and he lost his other ear, blood sprayed everywhere.

Mosika let out a painful scream, clutching his ear, rolling on the ground.

Yang Fei let out an even bigger shout, pulling Mosika up.

He pushed the bloody ear back onto Mosika's wound, repeatedly apologizing.

"Sorry, sorry, I like playing with knives, but I'm not good at it, hurt you again by accident."

Every nerve in Mosika's body screamed, terror piercing his heart like a Poison Needle.

Damn, was this really an accident?

This was clearly blatant torture.

Yet, he spoke so lightly.

Even his apologies seemed so sincere it was hard to doubt his true intention.

Mosika was no fool.

Knowing he had fallen into enemy hands, he was ready for abuse or even death.

However, this feeling of being utterly trapped but still holding a glimmer of hope was truly collapsing.

Mosika had already made up his mind.

Even if it cost his life, he wouldn't be casually butchered.

But Yang Fei's combo of harsh treatment and sincere apologies easily broke Mosika's inner defenses.

Yang Fei regretfully found the ear from the ground, sticking it back onto Mosika's wound.

Then, he helped bandage him, apologizing continuously.

His tone was so sincere that even Mosika began to believe.

Could those lightning-fast knife strikes really have been accidents?

While talking, Yang Fei started to fiddle with his knife again.

The glittering cold light made the already burnt Mosika flinch backward.

Mad Blade and the others watched Yang Fei torment with mischievous smiles.

Many in the Changfeng Squad had experienced the Chief Instructor's methods, and now found his interrogation quite amusing.

"Boss, where were we? Oh, about the bullets…"

Saying this, Yang Fei spun the dagger in his palm like a windmill.

Mosika dared not play tricks anymore, looking fearfully at Yang Fei.

"Sir, I give up, can you please stop playing with your knife?"

Yang Fei listened carelessly, the knife in his hand darting around like a Spirit Snake.

"Nah, I love this knife. Don't worry, I won't hurt you this time."

Shush!

Just as he finished, the dagger turned into a flash, piercing Moska's shoulder.

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