Yang Fei looked outside and saw four or five men carrying guns.
One of them had a lifelike crow tattooed on his cheek.
Yang Fei had seen these men before when he first entered Yasako City; they were a group of highly skilled gunslingers.
The man with the crow tattoo on his cheek was nicknamed Crow.
Yang Fei had a good impression of this man with the Huaxia accent.
He raised his bowl of white wine and gestured to Crow.
"Brother Crow, we meet again. Let me buy you a drink."
Crow walked into the tavern without hesitation and sat opposite Yang Fei.
Yang Fei threw out a gold bar and asked the tavern owner to bring wine and meat.
Crow and his five men were quite unrestrained, drinking and eating as they pleased.
Yang Fei could tell that Crow was also a Martial Arts Master, Earth-grade Strength Transformation.
And his five brothers were all martial arts masters too.
In these times, martial arts masters who could also handle guns were extraordinary.
No wonder Crow and his gang dared to roam Yasako City with impunity.
After drinking three bowls of wine and eating two large plates of meat, Crow lowered his voice.
"Brother, I see you are a fellow martial artist. I have a big deal on hand. Are you interested?"
Yang Fei was curious and smiled slightly, "What big deal?"
Crow's voice dropped even lower.
"This time, I came to Yasako City prepared."
"My brother found the vault of the General's Mansion. Hehe, it's hard not to take such ill-gotten gains."
He scanned the surroundings and, seeing no one paying attention, whispered.
"Honestly, my brothers and I originally planned to raid the General's Mansion, grab the loot, and leave."
"But last night, something happened at Joyful Heaven, and there was an uproar."
"The whole Yasako City military made a massive move, making me hesitate to act rashly."
At this point, he raised his bowl and drank a bowl of white wine with Yang Fei.
"I planned to move tonight, but suddenly the General's Mansion increased its guards tenfold."
"Damn, watching that juicy target but not being able to act is really a shame."
Yang Fei couldn't help but laugh.
This Brother Crow probably wouldn't have guessed that the culprit behind his disrupted plans was Yang Fei's group.
Moreover, Hart Shaman was killed by him, and even the General's Mansion had a new owner.
Crow saw Yang Fei smiling without speaking and grew impatient.
"So, are you in or not? Just give me a word."
"If I didn't think you and your brothers are decent, I wouldn't be inviting anyone else."
Yang Fei secretly laughed and shook hands with Crow.
"Sure, I'm in. Count my five brothers in for tonight's raid on the General's Mansion."
Crow slapped his thigh, delighted.
"I knew it, you're a real man! After this job, we split the gold bars fifty-fifty."
Yang Fei nodded, his eyes showing a cold glint.
"But I have one condition. There are two people in the General's Mansion who must not be allowed to redeem themselves."
Crow laughed heartily, "My interest is mainly in the gold bars in the vault. I don't care about your grudges."
Yang Fei nodded, forming a temporary alliance with Crow and his five men.
Around nine o'clock, the sky turned pitch black, a northwest wind blowing, and the weather grew cold and dreary.
Crow and Yang Fei formed a small team of ten and stealthily approached the General's Mansion.
Along the way, Crow witnessed Yang Fei's impressive stealth skills.
Crow's gang was a rampant Magnificent Outlaw group on the international stage, having seen all kinds of situations.
He had fought many tough battles and encountered numerous powerful mercenary corps.
Yet Crow and Yang Fei were leading the charge at the front of the team.
After just a few minutes, Crow lost sight of Yang Fei.
Then, a sound from the left, a post was silently taken down by Yang Fei.
Crow finally caught sight of Yang Fei again.
Yang Fei was lying on the ground, his posture resembling a turtle, waving at Crow.
Crow widened his eyes; this guy was like a weasel stealing chickens.
The post was so well-hidden that Crow hadn't detected it, but Yang Fei had.
Yang Fei moved forward again.
His movements were as fluid as water, more stealthy than a weasel, moving quickly and gracefully.
When it came to stealth and taking out posts, Crow could confidently call himself a master.
He had once led his brothers through the dark alleys of Melbourne, taking out over thirty gang members in one night, all through stealth and post-elimination.
Disguise, stealth, and post-elimination were so familiar to Crow, it was practically second nature to him.
But compared to this pretty boy in front of him,
Crow felt like his skills were child's play, too embarrassing to even mention.
Not long after, Crow lost sight of Yang Fei again.
This time, Yang Fei's figure appeared thirty meters ahead on the right side of the alley.
He grasped a guard's neck with one hand and snapped his neck.
Then he propped the guard against a corner, disguising him as if he were sleeping.
Crow was rendered speechless.
Initially, he genuinely thought of sharing the wealth with Yang Fei, not taking him seriously.
But now, Crow felt he owed Yang Fei a big favor.
With such a formidable special forces expert willing to cooperate, he felt he had gained immensely.
The team's speed increased, with Yang Fei seeming to have X-Ray Vision.
No disguised post escaped his eyes.
And dismantling enemy positions and fortresses was a breeze for him.
In just over ten minutes, the ten-man team, led by Crow and Yang Fei, reached the high walls outside the General's Mansion.
In that time, Yang Fei had taken out more than a dozen guards.
Crow had only taken out two guards.
Yang Fei lay behind a sandbag fortification, watching the General's Mansion beyond the high wall.
He had a faint sense of foreboding.
In just over ten minutes, his superior solo combat skills had earned Crow's respect and obedience.
Yang Fei remained still, and Crow dared not move either.
But after three or four minutes, Crow grew restless.
The General's Mansion was right in front of them, yet why wasn't Yang Fei moving in?
Crow crept up to Yang Fei and signaled, asking why he hadn't given the order to move in.
Yang Fei hesitated; he couldn't very well explain that his Turtle Extreme training had given him a warning.
He eyed the dark General's Mansion courtyard, tilting his neck slightly.
"I don't know why, but I feel something's not right with the General's Mansion."
Crow valued Yang Fei's opinion.
A true master has an extremely keen sense of impending danger.
A peak master like Yang Fei, who long prowled the line between life and death, deserved anyone's respect for his judgment.
Crow considered for a moment, then gently made a gesture.
"Why not let me scout ahead?"
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