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  Xiao Qiufeng didn't dare get close, the Night Eagle's intuition made him have to be extremely cautious, it wasn't time to reveal his true identity yet.

  Three people arrived in the bustling city, but had already separated and headed in three different directions. The one chosen by Xiao Qiufeng was the least familiar of the three, Fei Jian. As former comrades-in-arms, Fei Ying and Yin Zei were still quite familiar to Xiao Qiufeng, but this Fei Jian, having entered the Dragon Group, certainly wouldn't be ordinary.

  The flying sword moved very quickly, even in the bustling streets, it was a bit elusive and unpredictable. If it weren't for Xiao Qiufeng, others might not have been able to keep up with him.

  The road became increasingly desolate, seemingly leading to the outskirts of town. Here, wooden shacks stood in rows, clearly a poor residential area. Garbage was scattered everywhere, giving off an unbearable stench.

  Xiao Qiufeng was somewhat skeptical - what kind of dangerous element would choose to live in a place like this.

  But looking at those children running around, playing and laughing, the atmosphere here doesn't have a hint of murderous intent, or perhaps for them, this is paradise.

  A somewhat muffled footsteps, hastily transmitted, Fei Jian's figure had already hidden in an instant, Xiao Qiufeng also hid on the stone platform, looking at everything below.

  "Get up, get up! If you don't get up now, I'll eat the roasted goose by myself!" The person who rushed in was a middle-aged man with dark skin, somewhat resembling an Asian, but from his accent, Xiao Qiufeng knew they were Middle Easterners.

  It's okay, this language, Xiao Qiufeng can understand it.

  The originally quiet courtyard was filled with the sound of "crackling", a young man appeared at the door, his hair was very long but tied up on his head, seemingly not washed for over a year.

  "Roast goose? Where, where-----?" The young man discovered the middle-aged man holding a bag, or smelled that fragrance, and rushed over. He took out a fragrant roast goose from the bag, without even considering the mud on his hands, and brought it to his mouth.

  While gobbling down food, he muttered: "Uncle Tank, as the captain of the Devil Team, isn't it too stingy? We've been in this godforsaken place for a week now, and every day we're gnawing on dry rations. My teeth are almost worn out."

  The middle-aged man who was called Tank slapped his hand down and scolded: "If you have something to eat, just eat it, don't talk nonsense."

  As the moment arrived, four more people walked out of the house, all young men in their twenties. Everyone was very casual and the roasted goose from the tank bag had already been divided up, one per person, plus a few bottles of beer. Everyone ate with gleeful abandon, their mouths shiny with oil, apparently they were really lacking nutrition usually.

  The tank and the others had eaten about the same, only then did he pull out a few cold mantou from his pocket and took big bites, but looking at his expression, he was very satisfied.

  In Xiao Qiufeng's eyes, they were just some pitiful people escaping war.

  "Uncle Tank, my stomach is small, I can't finish so much food, let me have some." The young man who had grabbed the roasted goose first handed over half of it to the middle-aged man, forcing it into his hands.

  Several others also came up and pulled down their own roast goose, giving it to this tank uncle, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

  "Don't worry, I've found a business opportunity. As long as we help Wei, we'll get 50,000 yuan. Once the money is in hand, let's go to Shenwan Roast Goose Restaurant for an all-nighter."

  The middle-aged man was somewhat moved, leading these young people to wander around the world. He didn't care, but they were miserable because of him. However, due to his strict adherence to his own principles, it was really hard for them to make money.

  Everyone got excited, and a young man shouted loudly: "Uncle Tank, as long as we have the chance, our Devil Mercenary Corps will make a name for itself, and we'll eat roast goose every day."

  Are these people also called the Devil Mercenary Corps? Xiao Qiufeng was somewhat stunned, this name is quite frightening, but they are just a few children.

  Some things can't be judged by appearance.

  The tank suddenly frowned, and a deep vigilance appeared on his face, shouting: "Who is it?"

  Xiao Qiufeng was taken aback, had he been discovered?

  What was found wasn't him, but the flying sword.

  However, this tank's vigilance made Xiao Qiufeng very surprised, his face changed, and this middle-aged man was completely different from the ordinary one just now.

  "Be careful, Lab!" The sword flashed, and Tank was already deeply shocked. With a swift motion, he pulled the pompadoured youth away, his movements as fast as lightning. This speed, which could be displayed on this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man, was indeed extraordinary.

  The sword of Fei Jian was indeed very fast, even if the tank had opened fire, he still couldn't dodge the sword energy, a piece of his sleeve had been cut off, and blood stained his arm red.

  Fei Jian's actions have gone beyond Xiao Qiufeng's expectations. As a top-notch Dragon Group expert, he shouldn't resort to such vicious tactics, let alone the fact that these people aren't even worth killing.

  Although the Dragon Squad has such power, it doesn't mean they can kill innocent people at will.

  Fei Jian didn't say a word, or maybe he really was using these people as practice, just like the Drunken Ghost had said.

  But aren't they supposed to be fighting terrorist organizations? What do they have to do with these mercenaries?

  "Captain!" Several young people shouted loudly, in this instant, at least three daggers flashed, angry expressions, like several leopards waiting to pounce on humans, faced the flying sword, not giving an inch.

  The difference in their strength was too great, and on Flying Sword's hands, there was no room for any advantage. Flying Sword seemed to want a quick battle, its sword energy surging violently, within three feet, forming a deadly sword energy.

  Three people were injured, with blood flowing everywhere. The unfinished roast goose had rolled onto the ground. For Fei Jian, he indeed inherited the tradition of Long Zu's ruthless killings - eliminating his opponents without leaving any trace was the motto of Long Zu.

  This inexplicable slaughter seems to have gone too far.

  A flash of sword light, a direct attack on the throat, the tank's body shape quickly turned, but the sword energy was even faster.

  He had avoided it as much as possible, in that world where war fires raged across the sky, he had escaped death many times, but this time, he seemed to have no way out.

  A flash of cold light appeared out of thin air. The sword's glow stopped for a moment, and the tank had already rolled out three meters.

  "Who?"

  "Get lost, I don't want to kill." Xiao Qiufeng had already appeared, coldly shouting. He didn't intend to take action, although this person couldn't see through his moves, the Shadow Heart Technique was a unique skill, and as soon as he mentioned it, someone would definitely make the connection.

  The flying sword's cold gaze was fixed on Xiao Qiufeng, its intent unyielding, but his will had begun to waver. Looking at Xiao Qiufeng was like having Mount Tai pressed down on him, an unbearable weight that he could not withstand. He came without a shadow and left without a trace.

  "I'll find another way." Without a sure thing, Fei Jian wouldn't take action, and he believed that these people wouldn't know his identity.

  The tank had stood up with the support of several young people, but its vigilant posture remained unchanged, and it did not relax at all because Xiao Qiufeng drove away their strong enemy for them.

  "Who is it?" Young Labu asked, looking at him not very old, but with a strong physique, his hands were full of blood, but the dagger he was holding was still tightly gripped.

  People who have walked out of that place have died more than once. For them, nothing matters as long as they can survive.

  Xiao Qiufeng withdrew his previous underestimation. This so-called Devil Mercenary Corps still had some aspects that made him acceptable.

  "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I want you all to sell your lives to me."

  Tank coldly replied: "You've found the wrong person."

  But Laab, who was beside him, asked surprisingly after a moment of silence: "How much can you pay?"

  "Lab..." The tank glared at Lab and stopped him.

  But La Bu didn't stop, he just looked up at this most respected captain, this uncle who was more important than his own family, and said softly: "Captain, we need money."

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  Pearls and jade scattered, shaking down half of the heavenly stars.

  Where does the soul return? The fragrance of the hill is nowhere to be hidden, and the clear spirit has no place to hide.

  Is this a punishment? To have fallen to become the most humble of beggars.

  Is it fate? There will be so many encounters and meetings.

  Is it conspiracy and betrayal, is it strange and bizarre? What is true? What is false?

  What is the truth that has been sought all along?

  The moon falls, and the green stars sink.

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