"Yes, Master Soul Destroyer." Everyone nodded. The local security indeed wasn't good, but for such a big incident to occur, the police would surely arrive. Yet, with no response for so long, it made Soul Destroyer more confused and uneasy. How did these people manage to delay the police's arrival?

At this moment, many voices of gunmen came from outside, causing Soul Destroyer's heart to skip a beat. This was trouble; surely they would be found.

"Everyone get ready, they're coming." Soul Destroyer chambered a round, grabbed a G36, and positioned it on the cover. The members of Netherworld Palace also took their rifles and quietly moved to the edge of cover, waiting for those gunmen to enter their range. Judging by their appearance, those gunmen seemed to be locals, armed with "civilian weapons" like AK rifles and RPG rocket launchers. Soul Destroyer preliminarily judged them to be local gang forces rather than outsiders. Members of the Netherworld Palace, including Soul Destroyer and Demoness, were all foreign nationals, and their weapons, being imported, were much more efficient than those of the gunmen.

Soul Destroyer adjusted the shooting mode to a three-round burst. As a cultivator, he didn't usually use rifles, but due to his personal fondness for firearms, his training room was practically a mini-arsenal, equipped with gear from special forces around the world. As for the members of Netherworld Palace who came this time, bringing firearms was merely for self-defense.

Bang, bang, bang.

Soul Destroyer took the initiative, and as soon as the gunfire rang out, two gunmen fell, bullets piercing their necks and foreheads. Blood flowed out as they died on the spot. Everyone opened fire, instantly "igniting" the entire alley.

"Watch above, be careful of rockets." Soul Destroyer shouted loudly. The alleys were twisted and chaotic, and from any window, a few thugs wielding rocket launchers and heavy machine guns might pop out. Members of Netherworld Palace mostly had precision shooting skills. Although there were only about twenty of them, in relatively narrow alleys, they formed a very powerful fire line. In no time, over a dozen gunmen fell, blood flowing everywhere, with corpses all around.

"Everyone, retreat slowly." Soul Destroyer shouted loudly, looking at the empty magazines on the ground one by one. Even with high combat proficiency, their bullets couldn't last long like this. All these magazines were carried with them, and each person, at most, had three or four magazine pouches. At this rate, they were at a disadvantage.

Bang.

Suddenly, there was an explosion not far from Soul Destroyer, and the shock wave severely damaged ear drums. Soul Destroyer turned to see a member lifted by the shock wave and fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, covered in blood, wounded by grenade shrapnel.

"Rescue him." Soul Destroyer shouted, and just as he finished saying the words, several bullets hit the chest of that team member.

"Damn." Soul Destroyer cursed loudly, taking a few shots at the gunmen, and more of them fell. Across, incomprehensible foreign language was heard as several grenades were thrown over. Since they couldn't shoot effectively, the gunmen used rocket grenades, intending to blow them all up.

"Retreat quickly." Soul Destroyer shouted loudly, and the team members began to withdraw from the back. There were many alleys here where they could engage in guerrilla warfare.

"You five, stay with me to provide cover." Soul Destroyer said to a few people around him, as several bullets grazed past his face, making him quickly duck down and hide behind cover.

"Yes, master."

"Demoness, take the people, cover the injured and retreat first. Find a place to hide and message me after."

"Alright, be careful." Demoness nodded. If it were just a few gunmen, they shouldn't be able to do anything to Soul Destroyer.

"Don't worry." Soul Destroyer took a grenade from his pocket, pulled the pin, and threw it fiercely towards the opposite side.

Bang.

Soul Destroyer threw it into a wooden building. Many of these were dilapidated houses. The bomb severed the wooden beams, causing the entire building to collapse, conveniently blocking the alley entrance.

"Let's retreat as well." Soul Destroyer knocked down the remaining few people, quickly gathered their magazines. If these people had premeditated to kill them, then they must have reinforcements. If they didn't leave now, they would soon catch up.

"Yes, master."

"Yes."

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Yanjing, training base.

Out of more than a thousand female soldiers, after two days of selection, less than four hundred remained. Ye Shikai understood these processes; around one hundred and fifty people needed to be selected from these as the new batch of female special forces, and the first batch joining Dragon Teeth had only ten members, a true one in a hundred selection.

Ye Shikai, as the tactical instructor of these female soldiers, was more like a teacher, mainly teaching theoretical stuff, much of which was not encountered in regular forces. To Ye Shikai's surprise, among these female soldiers, there were even ones from the Cultural Troupe.

For instance, the one in front of him, Zheng Ruoxin.

"Cough, cough, raise your hands higher, keep steady." Ye Shikai gently tapped the shoulder of the female soldier named Zheng Ruoxin with a branch.

Hold-gun training was one of the basic trainings, but holding a gun still for four to five hours was very tiring.

"I say, you lady comrade, aren't you from the Cultural Troupe? What are you doing here causing trouble?" Ye Shikai sat in a chair by the side, enjoying the instructor's treatment. The contrast in treatment with lamb hotpot made it easier for them to give up, which was of course pre-arranged.

Seeing Zheng Ruoxin remain silent, Ye Shikai didn't say much more. He had seen many similar soldiers who persevered gritting their teeth at the start of training, refusing to give up. The real test came in the following days. With so many people, he was only responsible for training one of the teams, and this team included several members from the Cultural Troupe.

"Wen Ya, you're here." At this time, Wen Ya walked over slowly, sat beside Ye Shikai, and casually picked up his bowl to eat the meat slices.

"Hey, that's mine." Ye Shikai discontentedly took back the bowl.

"What, afraid I'm dirty, can't use your bowl?"

"What are you talking about, I'm talking about my lamb rolls." Ye Shikai snatched the bowl back, muttering ruefully, "Coming over without a word to mooch meals, isn't that wrong."

"Tsk, how many have you eliminated?"

"Originally a hundred, now only thirty-nine are left." Ye Shikai looked at the list, covered with many crosses. With each selected candidate who left, Ye Shikai crossed one off with a black pen.

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