A volley of intense gunfire erupted, like rolling thunder, leading the uninformed to believe war had broken out again. But for Yang Yi, who was prepared well in advance, this was nothing more than a bitter jest.

"The old fox is cautious after all!" Yang Yi remarked, nodding toward Long Yi at his side.

Long Yi understood immediately and raised his hand out of the car window, making a signal.

"Hm? The General has business again today." A Burmese soldier standing on a wooden platform promptly lowered the yellow flag and raised a crimson one. The gunfire ceased instantly, and a group of men opened a massive, Shan-style gate.

Two or three sleek black sedans and a van drove into the rather spacious manor. Feng Shi brought the cars to a stop. "Young Master!"

"En!" Yang Yi stepped out of the car, greeted by a bizarre soundscape.

"Swish!"……

More than ten men aimed machine guns at Yang Yi and his entourage. Seeing this, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly—this was what passes for hardened men forged in war: as long as the muzzle is pointed at you, they feel safe.

"Take us to see your General Tatallid. I have a deal I wish to discuss with him!" Yang Yi naturally understood he was currently on someone else's turf; they were the local power, meaning he needed to adopt a more humble tone.

"You wait here. I'll go announce you!" A soldier in a green uniform, gripping a machine gun, delivered the command in an icy tone before jogging toward a large bamboo structure on the other side.

"Black God Guards, hold position temporarily, but remain vigilant for any sudden movements. Be prepared in case these fellows decide to go crazy—this isn't our territory, after all!" Yang Yi narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at the massive bamboo house.

"Yes, Dragon Lord!" Seven or eight Black God Guards responded.

"Report, General, there are several Hua Xia people here claiming they wish to strike a deal with you, I’m not sure if the General..."

"Ugh—ugh! The durian lately is spoiled, truly goddamn awful tasting." The fat man—no, perhaps he should be called Tatallid—threw the now-empty durian husk onto the ground with a look of profound displeasure, and someone rushed over immediately to clean it up.

He wiped his mouth with a rag, then wiped his hands, tossing the rag onto the floor as well. He glanced at the soldier waiting with his head bowed and frowned. "How many Hua Xia people are there?"

"About twenty!" The green-uniformed soldier shivered slightly under Tatallid's sharp, fierce gaze as he replied.

"They know the rules, right?"

"Yes!" The green-uniformed soldier immediately answered upon hearing the question.

"Good. Have them wait in the meeting hall for me; I'll be there shortly." Tatallid glanced at the seductive woman walking toward him, a subtle, wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Yes!" The green-uniformed soldier acknowledged and walked out.

"General… they’ve arrived!" The voice was sultry, radiating infinite temptation. Her voluptuous figure and somewhat revealing attire, with a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage, were undoubtedly a fatal allure for Tatallid.

Meanwhile, the green-uniformed soldier, after stepping outside, approached Yang Yi's group. "Our General will see you now. All of you, follow me!"

"Good!" Yang Yi replied, a cold smile inexplicably rising in his heart. He waved to the Black God Guards and followed the soldier.

They entered a wide, unavoidable thatched hall. A large table was set up inside, surrounded by several stools. Although dust motes danced in the air, it still held the appearance of a meeting room.

The only unusual feature was that standing within this hall were some twenty green-uniformed soldiers, clutching machine guns, staring ahead with expressions of detached indifference. Their breathing was remarkably steady.

"These are men trained by war. Even if they aren't a match for my own Black God Guards, with guns in hand, they resemble executioners," Yang Yi marveled inwardly. He hadn't truly witnessed either regular or irregular soldiers in a formal setting before, so he couldn't help but feel a touch of astonishment.

"Wait here for a moment. Our General will be here shortly," the green-uniformed soldier said before leaving.

Yang Yi nodded, remaining silent, and naturally found a stool to sit on. Shi Junjiang and the others positioned themselves behind Yang Yi, waiting in that manner…

"Mmm, mmm, General—General, I… I just can’t take it anymore, mmm!"

At that moment, the woman who had entered Tatallid's tent earlier was breathless, emitting low moans intermittently, yet her face showed enjoyment and ecstasy as she sat astride Tatallid, rocking up and down ceaselessly. Her somewhat heavy breasts swayed rhythmically, exceedingly provocative.

Yet, the old man Tatallid seemed to be struggling a bit. The fellow clearly wasn't treating the stool with any respect. Under the force of his slight paunch and the woman’s movements, the stool continuously emitted a "creak!" sound, seemingly on the verge of collapse under the weight of these two lustful figures.

…………………

Time passed minute by minute. Yang Yi and his group had waited a full twenty minutes—which was admittedly a long time.

"Brother Dragon Lord, this Tatallid is going too far!" Feng Jiu sounded slightly impatient as she grumbled.

But it was precisely this grumble that drew a unified response: "Swish!" The muzzles of the guns instantly locked onto Feng Jiu.

"You bastards! Always pointing guns at this auntie! If I don't skin you alive today, I'll take your surname…"

"Xiao Jiu!" Long Yi cut her off sharply.

"Brother Yi, these people…" Feng Jiu looked fearfully at Long Yi for a moment, then snorted in annoyance, stomping her foot. "I will settle this score with them sooner or later."

"Tap-tap!"……

"Tap-tap!"……

A strange sound emanated from the surface of the table. Yang Yi’s expression turned icy, though a faint smile played on his lips. His fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, a faint, eerie glint flickering in his eyes.

Feng Jiu, already extremely displeased beside him, couldn't help but let a wicked, alluring smile spread across her lips, thinking to herself, Hehe, now Brother Dragon Lord is angry too. Tatallid, let's see how you handle this!

The green-uniformed soldiers holding machine guns suddenly felt their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm tapped out on the table. A hallucination? It didn't seem so, but why? Their gazes slowly began to glaze over, their focus receding. A few of the soldiers, unable to bear the strain, simply dropped their weapons and collapsed.

"Thud…" "Thud…"......

The green-uniformed soldiers fell one after another. The scene was profoundly strange, yet those lying on the ground appeared profoundly peaceful, as if they were merely sleeping.

"Stop it!" One green-uniformed soldier shouted, aiming his machine gun squarely at Yang Yi.

"Tap-tap! Tap-tap!"……

The sound continued, and the smile on Yang Yi’s face grew wider. However, Shi Junjiang and the others standing nearby were deeply shaken, especially Long Yi. He was the strongest among the Shi Junjiang group, and he understood that Yang Yi's rhythmic tapping was no simple act. A Grandmaster—yes, only a martial Grandmaster could possess and unleash such a Domain. A Domain, for a master of Grandmaster level, was undoubtedly their most formidable technique and their strongest fortress for survival. Within the Domain Yang Yi projected, he was a god, and those green-uniformed soldiers were mere ants, ready for Yang Yi to slaughter at will.

"I told you to stop…"

Before the words were finished, his body could no longer support the pressure; he swayed precariously. However, others fared no better. The "bang bang!" sounds grew louder, and only one person remained standing.

"I wonder which distinguished guest from Hua Xia has arrived?" A deep, resonant voice, speaking Chinese with a slight Burmese inflection, emerged as a slightly stout middle-aged man stepped out from behind a black curtain.

"Hmm?" Yang Yi halted his tapping action, letting out a soft sound. He glanced sideways at the legendary warlord, and a cold, genuine smile that emanated from his core made Tatallid, who had just stepped out, shudder involuntarily.

"Haha!"

"What a formidable person!" Tatallid muttered internally after meeting Yang Yi's cold gaze.

He had encountered countless people—be they underworld figures or high-ranking officials from various nations—yet none had ever instilled in him such a sudden, perilous premonition.

"May I ask your esteemed name?" Tatallid collected his composure and asked with a faint smile.

"You are Tatallid?" Before Yang Yi could speak, Feng Jiu, whose patience had completely worn thin, asked hotly.

"Swish!" That green-uniformed soldier instantly raised his machine gun toward Feng Jiu again.

"Hm?" Yang Yi let out an "hm," glancing at the soldier with palpable killing intent.

Tatallid, seeing this, roared in anger, "Insolent! Is this how you treat guests? Get out!"

"Yes, General!" The green-uniformed soldier bowed his head and retreated.

Feng Jiu gave the sneaking soldier a look of utter disdain. "Pah—!"