“Old Master Ye! Your subordinate has important news to report to you!”
A rough voice came from within the paper figure. Judging by the voice, one could probably imagine it belonged to a burly Luosai Hu.
The old man lying in the rattan chair hummed in response.
He signaled for the paper figure to continue.
The paper figure’s face had simple facial features drawn on it with a carbon pen.
(≧◇≦): “Reporting, Old Master Ye, the heads of the various Eternal Night Army legions have been meeting frequently recently, and many legions are being redeployed, intending to move South. According to reliable information we intercepted today, the Eternal Night remnants, led by the Kou Family Army, the Cold Crow Army, and the Yellow Dragon Army, have assembled an army of 100,000, attempting to seize the twelve border cities in the North.”
Bai Mao Zai, who was eating watermelon, paused slightly, grinned with his little white teeth, and said, “An army of 100,000 wants to move South and seize twelve border cities? Who gave them the courage? Liang Cuiping?”
The paper figure turned its head to look at Bai Mao Zai, its expression changing to (⊙o⊙)?, “Who is Liang Cuiping?”
Old Master Ye in the rattan chair smiled and said, “Don’t interrupt, continue!”
The paper figure nodded and continued.
(•̀ω•́)✧: “Old Master Ye, an army of 100,000 should not be underestimated, but our army may not be afraid. However, according to our information, although the various organizations have already undergone a major purge, there are still many of their moles within each organization. If they coordinate from inside and out, the outcome is likely hard to predict ಥ_ಥ.”
Old Master Ye simply responded indifferently, “Any other news?”
The paper figure nodded, ԾㅂԾ, “Yes! The professor who was extradited back and then abducted by the Eternal Night Army from the Church seems to have made significant progress in his research on Honghuang No. 1 recently.”
Old Master Ye opened his eyes, his old and wrinkled hand gently tapping the armrest, and turned his head to look at Bai Mao Zai.
Bai Mao Zai shrugged, “Old Master, don’t look at me. It’s true I can fight well, but I’m not strong enough to rush into the Eternal Night Army’s territory and snatch someone back. There are many old geezers in the Eternal Night Army who made their names in the last century, and the Eight Heavenly Kings of the Eternal Night Army aren’t all dead. This matter, in the end, is still those bastards from the Church who need to take the blame.”
The expression on the paper figure’s face changed again to (lll￢ω￢), seemingly agreeing with what Bai Mao Zai said.
Old Master Ye frowned, looking at the sky, as if pondering something. A few seconds later, he looked at the paper figure again.
“Any other news?”
The expression on the paper figure’s face turned into T_T, “Old Master Ye, the Eternal Night Army also carried out a major cleanup operation. My people suffered heavy losses, and the No. 1 information network is almost paralyzed. Fortunately, the No. 2 information network is still usable. The stipends for those fallen teammates…”
“Distribute them as due!”
The paper figure continued, “Old Master Ye, there’s another matter. Recently, we intercepted intelligence regarding a new cadet from the Ninth Division named Fang Xin.”
Old Master Ye turned his head to look at the paper figure, “What intelligence?”
“The Eternal Night Army somehow got news that before Fang Zhengping died, he injected his son, Fang Xin, with a kind of agent. The reason why the Church and our Ninth Division couldn’t find anything on Fang Xin is that the effect of that agent isn’t on Fang Xin himself, but manifests in the next generation. So, they are prepared to seize Fang Xin at all costs for breeding.”
Bai Mao Zai hugged the watermelon and chuckled, “This kid became a stud pig? Fortunately, he’s Strength-based. If he had any other talent, his body wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
Old Master Ye turned his head back: ←_←.
Bai Mao Zai then reined in his smile.
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Old Master Ye sat up, picked up a cigarette box from the small table beside him, took out rolling paper, filled it with tobacco, rolled a cigarette himself, and lit it with a match.
“What has Fang Xin been doing recently?”
Bai Mao Zai wiped his mouth, “That kid has either been practicing or going out to take missions recently. He’s determined to become a Battalion Commander of the Ninth Division as soon as he graduates.”
Old Master Ye smiled with satisfaction, “Without drive, how can he take over the Ninth Division later?”
The paper figure looked up at Old Master Ye O_O, “Old Master Ye, the enemy is about to besiege the city. What should we do now?”
Old Master Ye, holding the cigarette, glanced at Bai Mao Zai, “Gather the old fellows from the other divisions. Just say we’re having a tea party.”
Bai Mao Zai, cracking melon seeds, “Alright! What about the Eternal Night Army taking Fang Xin to be a stud pig?”
“After all, it’s a rumor. Even if he’s taken, it doesn’t matter. Old Fang also has some friends in the Eternal Night Army. After verifying the truth, the Eternal Night Army won’t do anything to Fang Xin.”
“Good heavens, so this kid can get a free ride, right? If that’s how we play, I’ll spread rumors about myself tomorrow!”
The paper figure looked at Bai Mao Zai: (￣_￣|||)
Old Master Ye glanced at the paper figure, “If there’s nothing else, go rest first!”
The paper figure nodded and bowed, then ran out the door, lifted a metal box next to the doghouse, crawled in, lay down, and its expression changed to X_X.
Fang Xin sneezed several times in a row, muttering to himself.
“Who’s talking about me!”
While he was muttering, Shi Tailang rushed in from outside in a hurry.
“Xin Ge, when Xiao Cha and Li Bao’er went out on a mission together, Xiao Cha was severely injured! Li Bao’er also got hurt!”
Fang Xin stood up abruptly and quickly walked out with Shi Tailang.
In the infirmary.
Jiang Xiaocha lay on the bed, her face swollen and red, with faint palm prints still visible. Jiang Xiaocha stared blankly at the ceiling, one arm dangling, her lower abdomen stained with a lot of blood, and one leg twisted into a pretzel.
Even though the healing doctor could cure all of these and restore her body to its original state, Jiang Xiaocha had personally experienced the pain she suffered before.
When Fang Xin saw Jiang Xiaocha’s miserable state, he immediately became furious, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
“Who did this?”
Jiang Xiaocha still stared blankly at the ceiling, looking somewhat numb, as if she had been stimulated by something, or had encountered something she found difficult to accept. That emotion was bottled up in her chest and abdomen, festering.
Fang Xin turned his head to look at Li Bao’er, first checking Li Bao’er’s injuries. Li Bao’er shook her head, looked up at Fang Xin, and said innocently, “I’m fine, Xin Guo, you should check on Xiao Cha instead.”
“Who beat you two like this?”
Li Bao’er was silent for a moment, “Their clothes looked like people from the Church!”
Unexpectedly, no sooner had Li Bao’er finished speaking than Jiang Xiaocha, lying on the bed, finally spoke.
Her voice was a little hoarse, and her tone trembled with barely concealed anger.
“Brother, it was Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu was the one who hurt me.”