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Gently touching the faint scar on his neck, Yang Xiaoyou slowly withdrew his palm from the chest of the Burly Team Leader. Although the leader still stood in the center of the hall, he had already lost all signs of life.
In addition to the fatal wound that had completely caved in his chest from Yang Xiaoyou's strike, there were multiple gunshot wounds on his body. Yet, despite this, his fighting strength, combined with that of a few desperate loyalists, had severely injured several of Yang Xiaoyou's subordinates. He had nearly had his throat cut by the leader's dagger during the struggle.
The timing of their attacks was incredibly precise; they attempted to drag Yang Xiaoyou down with them just as their ammunition was running low, even at the cost of their own injuries.
However, after facing off against two top-tier Mercenaries consecutively, they ultimately fell to Yang Xiaoyou's palm, which drove all their energy deep into their chests.
"Hey, this is a true Imperial Guard fellow. I wonder if you'll feel any pain at his death," Yang Xiaoyou mused as he touched the wound on his neck.
Yet, beneath his helmet, a hint of coldness accompanied his smile.
This fellow had been one of the core members pursuing him back then. He remembered capturing and torturing him after a major upheaval during his escape from the country. Now, he had met his end at Yang Xiaoyou's hands once again.
After a brief encounter with this fellow, Yang Xiaoyou reflected on the organization's power. The number of martial artists with real influence was exceedingly rare—truly one in a million.
However, looking at the organization's arrangements made it clear that neither Zhou Xiong domestically nor Rosav currently lacked such high-level fighters. Compared to Zhou Xiong, Rosav's strength was undoubtedly more formidable!
This incident had completely disrupted the organization's plans. Although they could feign ignorance and manage the current situation directly, it was certain that their company would soon come under the organization's scrutiny.
"Hiss, Boss. This fellow is truly tough to handle. If we hadn't been following your enhanced training regimen all along, we might have ended up here," Noah said as he bandaged a wound on his arm. Despite being built like an ox, even he needed time to recover from such a deep injury.
Not everyone possessed Yang Xiaoyou's recovery abilities.
"Most of you have already grasped the threshold; keep pushing forward. With mutual sparring and discussion, I believe it won't be long before you reach this level too. Now, clean up the battlefield. We have about four hours left; split into teams and wipe out the remaining Korean forces. We must stabilize the situation today," Yang Xiaoyou encouraged as he glanced at his hard-earned subordinates.
They quickly divided into four teams and rushed off in different directions.
In the early morning at Cam Ranh, after enduring a night of warfare, a post-battle tranquility emerged as the rising sun dispelled the faint mist over the sea and streets. In this environment, groups of Militants appeared on the streets, heading towards Garden Apartment.
"Alright, Chen, you don't need to rush so much. The scouts are still engaged in firefights; after a whole night, they can only occupy their headquarters at most. Delaying will consume both sides' resources and make things easier for us," said One-Eyed Elder with a sly tone to Chen within the team.
At that moment, they all brought a team of their own men, preparing to intervene forcefully. Although there might be losses, if they could drive out that group of Koreans in the process, they could still benefit from the power vacuum left behind. It was an opportunity not to be missed.
Chen, who had countless ties with General Hu, made it clear that the general would not allow them to relinquish what they had seized. This assurance prompted several factions to unite.
Many were mocking the cowardly Gold Tooth, but his absence was actually beneficial; the fewer people there were, the more profit they could share.
"Exactly. We can't expect them to make any significant moves overnight. Even the fighting strength of Moscow Hotel only managed to eliminate a third of the enemy's forces during that surprise attack," another White Man beside him chimed in.
However, at that moment, a group of combat personnel dressed in old-fashioned military uniforms suddenly appeared in front of them. Their arrival caused the faces of several leaders engaged in conversation to change slightly.
"Sister Balachai, are you planning to join our ranks? If so, there will be benefits for you afterward," Chen said in a low voice.
"How could that be? I'm just here to kindly remind you not to interfere with this transition," Balalaika replied, her expression strange. However, due to the scar on her face, it was difficult to read her true intentions.
Originally, she had no desire to get involved in this matter. However, what happened last night changed everything.
Various factions had sent scouts to investigate the battle situation between both sides. Yet aside from their own side, it seemed that scouts from other factions encountered various problems. In some cases, they likely remained unaware of the terrifying aspects of their opponents.
The only ones who left their scouts behind were those who wanted to showcase their strength while also gauging whether she had any interest or sincerity in cooperating with them.
Given this situation, she felt compelled to make a statement.
"What do you mean by that?! Have you allied with these outsiders? Or are they actually your people?" The seemingly cunning One-Eyed Elder sneered, attempting to pit Scarred Woman against everyone else.
"Think what you want; I'm just looking out for you. The other side wiped out almost all those Koreans in just one night. If you're confident enough, go ahead and confront them," Balalaika replied with a smile. Although she didn't intend to lure them into danger, she knew that avoiding confrontation might leave a negative impression on the other side. So she decided to be straightforward.
"Impossible! Hmph! If you're saying such uncertain things, I must see for myself how he managed to take them down!" One-Eyed Elder said ominously.
"Fine, if you want to go see for yourselves, I won't stop you; I've delivered my message," Balalaika conceded as she noticed the tense atmosphere ready to erupt at any moment.
Her intention was merely to express her stance and not directly engage in conflict.
Once they saw certain scenes, they would naturally abandon any unrealistic thoughts.
"What... what is this! Are there too many dead bodies?" As they bypassed Moscow Hotel and arrived at Garden Mansion, witnessing piles of gasoline-soaked corpses shocked everyone present profoundly.
They were merely a gang of thugs and pirates, not an army! Such large-scale slaughter and casualties were extremely rare.
As they stared at the piles of corpses, unable to comprehend the scene before them, a series of descending Signal flares ignited the gasoline on the bodies, setting them ablaze. The roaring flames sent a wave of heat washing over everyone.
Yet at that moment, they felt a chilling sensation deep within their bones.
They had initially believed that the Koreans could leverage their geographical advantage to repel the enemy. Even if the opposing force was ferocious, they thought they could at least delay them, using urban warfare and terrain to strike back.
What nonsense about holding out for a month; the reality was that they were being crushed in an instant.
No wonder the woman from the Moscow Hotel wore such an expression. No wonder she jumped in to make a statement before her own issues were resolved. No wonder she allowed herself and her people to come through after declaring her stance!
It was because she understood just how terrifyingly powerful this invading force was.
Tragedy struck, as if fate had dealt a cruel hand...
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