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“Black-hearted Merchant, taking advantage of the situation, unscrupulous merchant,” a series of greetings came through the phone, but Yang Xiaoyou paid no mind. After all, losing a few pieces of meat was nothing compared to the money the other party had promised to send.
Although it couldn't compare to the significant gains from Algeria, it still stood shoulder to shoulder with an ordinary Arms deal.
“Hey, if I wanted to hire you guys from Blackwater Security Company to handle my security for a while, could you deploy core members?” After complaining for a bit, Fia's tone turned serious.
Hearing her words, Yang Xiaoyou realized there was a misunderstanding; she probably mistook Luo Guohui for an assassin sent by the ‘Revenant’. The pressure from that person must be quite significant for her.
Considering the real situation she faced and the payment involved, after a moment of hesitation, Yang Xiaoyou replied thoughtfully, “You know how strong the person pursuing you is. I really don't want to get involved in this mess. However, since we have a cooperative relationship, if the price is right, I can assist you in a personal capacity. I'm currently in London, but I have other matters to attend to later. It's up to you whether you want to hire me.”
“Just you alone?” Upon hearing this, Fia hesitated. She had absolute confidence in herself, but that pervert she encountered was simply beyond her capabilities. The strength of her proud subordinates would be utterly ineffective against him. If they could avoid direct confrontation, it would be fine; however, once faced head-on, no amount of quick thinking could help her deal with such a fellow.
Regarding that mysterious fellow named ‘Memory’, Yang Xiaoyou had indirectly confirmed his strength back at the Maximi Military Camp. In Weimar's words, Although this fellow wasn't much as a person, his strength was on par with anyone on their side.
Moreover, it would be difficult for her to confront that terrifying presence. Still, finding such reinforcements at short notice was not bad at all; three days would be enough for her to make proper arrangements.
The other party seemed aware of the strength of her pursuer and was still willing to take risks under such circumstances. This made Fia change her perspective slightly.
However, before this new perspective could settle in, upon hearing the quoted hiring fee from the other side, she began to rant again: “Black-hearted merchant! Kicking someone when they're down! Greedy!”
“Why! Why did I foolishly agree to that rascal!” Walking down the street toward a restaurant where he had arranged to meet Fia, cold sweat broke out on Yang Xiaoyou's forehead beneath his helmet. His zombie-like makeup even began to twitch.
Due to his bizarre appearance, passersby on the street gave him strange looks.
But Yang Xiaoyou completely ignored these gazes—or rather, he had no choice but to ignore them. All pedestrians and vehicles seemed to vanish from his perception at that moment.
The only figure he cared about was across the street—someone keeping pace with him in speed and direction—a figure that exuded immense pressure even from across the road: Luo Guohui.
Although the other party didn’t glance his way at all, instinctively sensing danger made Yang Xiaoyou realize that he had already locked onto him.
The reason remained unclear for the time being.
It could be due to Fia's issue, perhaps because of the fact that there was already a backup of his current identity in IA, or it might be something else entirely.
In any case, that humanoid monster had already shifted its attention to him.
Moreover, as the two moved in sync across the street, his memory persona seemed to awaken a sense of combativeness and revival. The aftereffects of the last assimilation were still fresh in his mind, and now there was a tendency for it to emerge actively, which cast a shadow over Yang Xiaoyou and Heart.
The complete breakdown of the memory persona resurfacing was already a significant problem for his inner self and personality. If he couldn't hold back and ended up confronting the other party, it would likely lead to an even greater mess.
Given his current physical condition, even with the top-notch combat skills of his memory persona, he couldn't possibly compete with Luo Guohui. To put it bluntly, his style back in the day had been influenced by Luo; although he eventually surpassed him, at this moment, the gap between his physical capabilities and the techniques of his inner persona was simply too vast.
If he were to truly confront Luo Guohui, given the aura and skills he displayed, it was unlikely that Luo would hold back. While it might be possible to exchange a few moves based on technique, if his body overloaded like last time, trembling uncontrollably, he could very well end up dead.
Yet, although Heart wanted to intervene, Yang Xiaoyou's movements increasingly synchronized with Luo Guohui's. If someone were to compare them from either side of the street, they would be astonished to discover that their step frequency and stride length were perfectly aligned.
Under the mutual pull of their auras, Yang Xiaoyou could only perceive that singular figure. Even when occasionally obscured by passing buses, nothing could hinder the connection between them.
A sense of foreboding and silence gradually emanated from Yang Xiaoyou. In response to each other, this entanglement of Spirit Realm energy could only manifest among those who stood at the pinnacle of humanity. At that moment, it felt as if two beasts were looming behind both of them.
The ordinary passersby felt an inexplicable chill wash over them and even began to tremble. If a top-tier Mercenary or warrior were present at that moment, their acute senses would instantly be suppressed by this intertwined aura; they would find themselves unable to move. This pressure transcended mere killing intent; there was no hint of malice between them yet an overwhelming sense of intimidation that could conquer without a fight.
In the Mercenary World, this kind of aura had a universally recognized term: "Momentum," a state achieved when Spirit Realm energy reaches its peak transformation.
On the battlefield, when blood runs high and comrades charge together influencing each other can create momentum; conversely, when momentum is shattered and individuals begin to flee in panic, that too is momentum. Even in chaotic scenes where crowds blindly follow can still be seen as momentum; however, most of the time individual power struggles to evolve into true momentum.
Just as their energies intertwined in conflict and Yang Xiaoyou felt himself on the verge of losing control over his true self—about to assimilate with his memory persona once more—a truck passed by, causing Luo Guohui's figure to vanish instantly. The tension-filled aura that had been pulling at each other dissipated in an instant.
The memory persona that was about to resurface and assimilate with him immediately wilted away in lethargy. This sudden change left Yang Xiaoyou feeling nauseous enough to want to spit blood. Stumbling slightly, he leaned against a nearby mailbox to steady himself as cold sweat drenched him completely while he gasped for breath.
"Is it a lack of confidence? Hey, other than that, you're really good at bluffing." Leaning against the mailbox, after the dizziness in his head subsided, Yang Xiaoyou let out a self-deprecating sigh.
In his previous two encounters with Luo Guohui, the other party had shown goodwill or partnership. However, after being targeted this time, Yang Xiaoyou truly glimpsed the terrifying nature of his opponent.
Engaging in a contest of force across a street was something that seasoned Mercenaries would never dare to imagine. The more one understood such matters, the clearer the horror became.
"Sigh, after waking up once, I didn't expect it to be so difficult to suppress everything again. Before I can settle things down, I must avoid provoking Luo Guohui's hostility; otherwise, it would be quite a mess." Once he regained his composure, Yang Xiaoyou continued walking forward with a bitter smile.
After his injuries had mostly healed last time, he found himself frequently troubled by mental issues, which was quite a headache for him.
On the other side of the road, behind an advertisement board, Luo Guohui wiped the sweat from his forehead and noticed that his complexion wasn't looking too good. However, he soon felt a strange sense of excitement and a hint of a smile appeared on his face.
During their recent clash of forces, just as he was about to reach his limit, he realized that his opponent showed no signs of fatigue and matched his increase in intensity as if there were no end to it. This forced him to break away before reaching his peak.
He had always thought that he only had one opponent, but unexpectedly he encountered someone who could match him in terms of Aspects and might even surpass him. This kind of world and such clashes were exactly what he needed.
However, given the current environment, this was not a suitable place for confrontation. After all, they were in London. The last gunshot had already put him in a passive position; now with this fellow appearing, fulfilling his promise to Hank would have to wait. This was a critical moment; no matter what, he couldn't allow that gentleman to be put in a passive situation.
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