The Colonel clutched his severed hand and ordered the messenger to have the outer perimeter troops fall back.

The five Hart Squads suffered heavy losses, those who survived were lucky.

Coming across the relatively merciful Yang Fei, Cui Xiang, and Long Xia, the brothers merely knocked out and incapacitated their opponents.

But the ones who died were mostly killed by Mad Blade, Fan Yi, Three Swords, and Qiu Yidao.

Within less than an hour,

over twenty members of the Changfeng Squad, using cold weapon sniping tactics, crushed five squads of Hart Elites.

If word of this got out, it would scare countless people to death.

The Colonel couldn't imagine.

If these monsters were to open fire, they could probably wipe out the troops that entered the Prudo Hotel in just twenty minutes.

That night, the Hart Elite combat units lost more than half their forces.

The troops retreated in waves, following the Colonel.

By dawn, a team of soldiers arrived at the main gate of the Prudo Hotel, escorting an armed transport vehicle.

The transport vehicle stopped, and the soldiers scattered immediately, securing the perimeter.

The Colonel, with his severed hand already bandaged, stood respectfully in front of the transport vehicle.

The transport vehicle door opened, and out strode a man.

The man was burly and tall, with a scruffy yellow beard and amber eyes set deep in his sockets.

He looked haggard and had swollen eyes, clearly having had a sleepless night.

Despite his fierce face, he now wore an anxious expression.

At this moment, Yang Fei and a few others were playing cards in the room.

Yang Fei had three turtles drawn on his face.

Mad Blade, Qiu Yidao, and Long Xia had their faces densely covered with turtles, looking quite comical.

Fan Yi, who was on sentry duty, reported to Yang Fei through a wireless communicator.

"Instructor, an armed transport vehicle has arrived outside the hotel. Could it be Hart Shaman?"

Yang Fei snapped his fingers and laughed heartily.

"It must be him. Our dear General couldn't have slept a wink last night; it'd be strange if he didn't come today."

Several people filed out of Yang Fei's room, and sure enough, they saw a tall figure in the distance.

Fully equipped and wearing a general's uniform, he stood at the gate.

As soon as he stepped within the hotel's barbed wire perimeter,

a member of the Changfeng Squad on duty fired a warning shot with a bang.

The bullet hit three meters in front of the man, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The man jumped in fright, hurriedly taking two steps back, and turned to instruct his guards.

One guard stepped forward with a megaphone and shouted loudly.

"Guests inside, listen up! Our General Hart Shaman is here to meet with your leader."

Yang Fei laughed heartily: "Hart Shaman is here for peace talks."

"Let him in alone, keep everyone else out."

Last night's fierce battle caused countless deaths and injuries to the Hart Guards.

Ordinary guests staying at the hotel had long since fled in fear, as did the staff.

The hotel was now empty except for the Changfeng Squad.

Fortunately, there was a substantial food reserve in the hotel, so the Changfeng Squad had no worries about supplies.

The hotel's barbed wire perimeter had become the Changfeng Squad's temporary base.

Even Hart Shaman had to negotiate politely with Yang Fei.

Mad Blade shouted loudly with his coarse voice.

"Let Hart Shaman in alone, everyone else stays outside and waits for me."

Mad Blade's naturally loud voice needed no loudspeaker to be heard far and wide.

Hart Shaman hesitated briefly, then raised his hands high, indicating he was unarmed.

He was ready to enter the hotel's barbed wire enclosure alone.

Last night's fiasco had terrified the Colonel, who stopped Hart Shaman, frightened.

"No, General, you can't go in. Those people are terrifying."

Hart Shaman glared at the Colonel: "And now they're not terrifying?"

"I bet there are more than a few sniper rifles aimed at both our heads right now!"

The Colonel, having suffered heavy losses to the Hart Imperial Guards last night, knew the General was in a rage.

He did not dare say more, only silently stepped aside.

Hart Shaman knew the Colonel meant well, so he softened his tone.

"If they wanted to kill me, even in the heavily guarded General's Mansion, I probably couldn't escape."

The Colonel looked even more ashamed.

Last night, despite being protected by two Hart Imperial Guards, he was captured and cost over a dozen lives from their side.

The General's words made perfect sense.

Hart Shaman raised his hand and slowly entered the hotel's barbed wire perimeter.

He knew there was no resisting this powerful group of invaders, so he did not bring even a single guard.

This act of bravery earned immediate admiration from Yang Fei and Mad Blade.

At the very least, it showed this Hart Shaman was a smart man.

Hart Shaman entered the hotel, accompanied by two Changfeng Team Members, and finally met Yang Fei.

Yang Fei, all smiles, greeted Hart Shaman warmly; the two of them seemed like old friends.

Though Hart Shaman admitted defeat, he still had the pride and dignity of a regional overlord.

But seeing how Yang Fei showed no arrogance, he immediately felt relieved.

The two had a cordial conversation.

Hart Shaman first apologized to Yang Fei for the previous night's events.

He explained that the previous night's actions were those of his subordinates, acting without his knowledge.

By the time he found out that morning, the tragedy had already occurred, so he came personally to apologize.

Yang Fei waved it off, saying it was no big deal; you become friends by fighting after all.

He called Hart Shaman friend after friend and explained that they were just passing through and had no intention of seizing Cassaco.

Yang Fei hoped Hart Shaman would allow them to temporarily lodge at the hotel for a few days.

He even offered to prepay the rent, but Hart Shaman angrily refused.

Hart Shaman generously lent the hotel to the Changfeng Squad for as long as they needed.

Moreover, all military supplies could be obtained from Hart Shaman free of charge.

After a detailed discussion, both Yang Fei and Hart Shaman were very satisfied.

They understood each other's bottom lines and left content.

Hart Shaman left the hotel happily, with Yang Fei personally seeing him off, maintaining all the formalities.

When Hart Shaman boarded the armored transport vehicle, the smile on his face vanished.

Opposite him sat a chubby man glaring at him with a fierce expression.

It was the Sorcery King!

One of the Demon Emperor's Five Kings, the Sorcery King, had appeared here.

The Sorcery King looked at Hart Shaman coldly.

"So, have you realized how formidable they are now?"

Hart Shaman took a deep breath: "Indeed formidable."

"Their words were flawless, and any one of their men could easily take down my command center."

The Sorcery King patted his bald head and snorted.

"It's not too late to realize their power now."

"The Imperial Father has supported you for so many years, you should present some results to him."

He pointed at Yang Fei in the distance.

"Don't worry, the Emperor already has a comprehensive plan. This time, Yang Fei will die!"

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