The youth finished speaking and quickly said to the boy standing beside him, "Brother Yi, this Third Brother is too monstrous."

"Heh, I didn't expect that after just a few months, Third Brother has already reached this level!"

These two youths turned out to be Fatty Lin and Yang Yi. How did these two end up here? Weren't they supposed to be in Macau? Why were they suddenly in Shenzhen, and so close to the largest military training ground in the city at that?

"Ten thousand men, and that kid only sent thirty? Isn't that—"

"Heh, it certainly looks like he's struggling a bit, but since Third Brother arranged it this way, he must have sufficient strength to handle it. Look, Third Brother and his men—their punching force, tactics, footwork—every punch, every step, every engagement makes the opponent immediately collapse and unable to rise, without inflicting major injury. To be able to do that is already remarkable," Yang Yi chuckled lightly.

"No wonder this kid became the youngest Major General in Huaxia in such a short time. If things keep going, he'll be a recorded General in history," Fatty Lin said, seeing his brother achieve such success. Although there was a flicker of jealousy in his heart—not jealousy of anything else, just that this rascal Xu Ming was catching up to Fatty Lin so quickly.

Indeed, Xu Ming was currently at the cusp of breaking through to the level of a High-Tier Grandmaster, and the soldiers following him, the 'Essence Squad,' were also rare gems, possessing formidable combat strength forged through arduous training.

One punch to fell one man.

One stance as solid as Mount Tai.

One battle appearing invincible.

This situation was clearly instilling fear in the hearts of the ten thousand soldiers. Their side, starting with ten thousand, had already seen several thousand collapse. In just half an hour, over three thousand had fallen; this was an astonishingly abnormal feat.

Sweat poured down their faces under the blazing sun, making the soldiers' features look increasingly resolute, while the soldiers of the 'Essence Squad' were like fierce tigers descending a mountain, their eyes blazing with scorching light.

Suddenly, at this moment, two soldiers emerged from the vicinity of the tent. Upon seeing the scene, one of the soldiers suddenly became extremely agitated. "Damn it, the Boss is too disloyal! He’s having a fight and didn't even tell us."

"Li Sui, stop right there!" the slightly older soldier standing next to the one eager to rush out and help shouted.

"What the hell, Guo Qing, why are you stopping me?" asked the soldier named Li Sui.

"Damn it, can't you stop being so impulsive? The Boss always taught us: impulse is the devil. Besides, haven't you realized? The Boss is currently tempering the fighting spirit of those new recruits. Don't forget how the Boss trained you and me before," Guo Qing said to Li Sui with a look of utter disdain.

"No way, does the Boss intend to...?"

"It should be right."

"Hoo, those new recruits are in for a rough time now."

"Yeah, hehe, isn't this perfect? We'll have someone to bully later on."

"Tsk, tsk!"

As the two spoke, they started chuckling sinisterly, the sound growing darker. Even the female soldiers passing by instinctively clutched their chests, thinking some rogue soldier had suddenly appeared to assault them.

About an hour passed. Everyone had assumed that even if the thirty men lacked the martial might against ten thousand, the sheer manpower of ten thousand could exhaust those thirty-odd fighters to death. Yes, you thought so, everyone thought so, even he did. But the reality was brutal: on this battlefield that resembled hell, those thirty men were merely dripping with sweat; not a single one had fallen.

And the ten thousand-plus suffered. Three thousand fell in the first half hour; in the next half hour, another five thousand-plus went down. Among the remaining two thousand-plus, they firmly believed that the stamina of those thirty-odd fighters must be completely depleted. But if only they could think that way! Because now, those thirty-odd men seemed to fight with greater fervor, crazed like tigers against their prey, showing no visible signs of severe stamina loss.

"Holy crap, Third Brother is too awesome," Fatty Lin shook his head in disbelief.

"Fatty!" Yang Yi suddenly called out.

"What is it?"

"Let's go back. We’ve been drinking long enough on this trip, and we’ve settled things in Guangzhou. I trust Third Brother's father won't break his word, neither morally nor legally," Yang Yi said, settling into the driver's seat of a black sedan.

Fatty Lin also quickly got in and asked, "Brother Yi, since we're here, why don't we go visit Third Brother?"

"It's not the right time to see him now. He’s currently in a state of striving for self-improvement. If we visit him now, it will actually distract him, so...!"

"Ah, I understand," Fatty Lin replied.

It turned out that yesterday afternoon, the two claimed they were going out for drinks, but in reality, they drove straight from Macau to Guangzhou, settled the matters previously discussed with Xu Guang, and then detoured to Shenzhen to sneak a look at the diligently training Xu Ming. Now they were heading back to Macau. It must be noted that these two had been drinking for nearly a full day and night.

The car suddenly made a sharp turn, kicking up a cloud of dust before vanishing, illustrating just how fast the vehicle was driven. Xu Ming, caught in the fierce battle, seemed to possess unusually sharp hearing and instinctively glanced toward the dust cloud, but it was only a fleeting look before the attacks from the new recruits pulled him back into the intense combat state.

Meanwhile, over in Macau, inside an office in the Century Grand Casino, three middle-aged men were staring across at Qin Hou and Tian She.

"Little Qin, I heard you allowed an outsider to win several thousand US dollars from our casino this time. We have received instructions from upper management, wanting to..."

"Scarface Li, spare me the nonsense. I know exactly what you intend to say," Qin Hou replied, showing no fear of falling out with them, his voice cold.

"Oh? You know what I want to say? Since you know, then—" Before he could finish, the man called Scarface Li by Qin Hou clapped his hands, and suddenly several burly men in black suits emerged.

"Since you're aware, we won't be polite any longer!"

"Wait! This probably isn't the intent of upper management, but rather the intent of you, an irrelevant person, right?"

"Heh heh, you figured that out? Then I advise you to accept your fate obediently."

Just as Scarface Li finished speaking, those men in black suits all drew handguns and pointed them at Qin Hou and Tian She.

"Scarface Li, do you really think we'll just stand here and die?" Tian She said eerily.

"Hmph. Given the current situation, do you really think you have a chance to live?" Scarface Li snorted dismissively.

"How will we know if we don't try?" Just as Scarface Li uttered that sentence, several more men in black suddenly appeared, their expressions stern and icy. These men were none other than those Yang Yi had dispatched to protect Qin Hou and the others—the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits.

"Who are you?"

"Swish, swish!" Whether it was the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits or Qin Hou's group, they always seemed to act the moment Scarface Li finished speaking or while he was still talking.

Two figures from the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits flickered, and a cold dagger was placed against Scarface Li's throat. "I apologize, but you must die today."

"Crack, crack!"

A series of sounds followed, and blood suddenly stained the entire office. The black-suited men who had been holding guns just moments ago now had crimson lines across their throats, slashed by the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits and their comrades.

"That's too insane!" Qin Hou stared, realizing that while he had expected Yang Yi to send protection, he never imagined the protectors would be this powerful, ending lives with a mere gesture.

"Now you can rest assured, with us protecting you, nothing unexpected will happen. Also, we have received orders from the Dragon Lord to eliminate Scarface Li's other two brothers. You can now focus on handling the casino's affairs with peace of mind. Our people will arrive tonight," the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits stated.

"Good, I understand," Qin Hou replied.

As the saying goes, time is fluid; being fluid means waiting for tomorrow. And the time in the evening during this spring passed very quickly. Waking up in the morning made time seem slow, but after the afternoon, time sped up. This was the contradiction humans often felt.

That evening, in the Macau Grand Hotel.

"Young Master, our people have arrived," Feng Shi reported to Yang Yi.

"Mm. Any news from Qin Hou’s side?"

"They called this afternoon, saying that once our people make their move tonight at the Century Grand Casino, it should be possible within one night to monopolize the Century Grand and all the smaller casinos outside the Dragon Gang's control."

"Good. Immediately tell the arriving personnel to rest for one hour, and then take action immediately afterward. Ensure your identities remain concealed."

"Yes! I will go arrange it right away!" Feng Shi acknowledged and walked out.

Xuanyuan Bing suddenly asked Yang Yi, "Yi, how do you plan to deal with the Dragon Gang? If we keep secretly seizing their assets like this, they will quickly notice. Then...!"

"They will notice, that's for sure. But by the time they guess it's me, I will have already controlled a significant portion of the Dragon Gang's power in Macau. Then initiating a conflict—which side has the advantage is obvious to anyone with eyes," Yang Yi explained.

"What about the Green Gang?"

"Don't worry. I won't let any reinforcements from the Green Gang live to take one step out of Hainan," Yang Yi declared.

Hearing Yang Yi say this, whether it was Xuanyuan Bing or Fatty Lin, they felt a sense of madness; it was simply too insane.