Wu Yuanzhong chuckled, but his expression suddenly turned serious.
"But, you must keep this matter confidential."
"Yang Fei and his band of troublemakers are lawless and reckless."
"I'm going to take this opportunity to teach him a lesson. No matter how well you fight, you have to follow military regulations."
Fu Biao nodded, looking at Wu Yuanzhong with sympathy.
"Old Wu, I actually sympathize with you. It used to be just Colonel Yang Fei giving you headaches."
"In the near future, the entire Evil Dragon Special Combat Team will give you headaches."
Wu Yuanzhong spat, then laughed.
"My headache, my pleasure. If you want a headache, you ain't that fortunate."
At the border of the Desolate Valley, four Special Forces teams moved their fallen comrades into Gourd Valley.
They planned to cremate their comrades and take them back for burial in their homeland.
Huang Zhiping's head was blown open; his blood had turned dark purple, staining his resilient face.
