Tea, Please.

Ye Fengwu didn't take the five hundred yuan Qin Qinghan gave him to buy clothes. Instead, he went to find three colonel officers: Lin Qiang, Yang Lu, and Liu Peng.

The three sure knew how to enjoy life, staying together in a presidential suite at a five-star hotel.

When Ye Fengwu arrived at their suite, he was instantly filled with envy at the luxurious furnishings and the enormous super king bed that could easily fit six people, which made him think back to the cramped little sofa he had been curling up on these past couple days.

Ye Fengwu lit a cigarette for himself, then sat down on the soft sofa and sullenly said, "You guys sure know how to live it up."

At this time, Lin Qiang, Yang Lu, and Liu Peng stood at attention in front of Ye Fengwu. The former gave a heh heh laugh and said, "Instructor, you're welcome to come join us!"

Ye Fengwu shot Lin Qiang a glare and harrumphed, "Why would I want to squeeze onto one bed with you guys when I get to hug a gorgeous wife in a soft bed every night?"

Hearing this, a look of envy filled the three men's eyes. Although they didn't know Qin Qinghan, they had seen her with their own eyes. That woman was so beautiful it was almost unreal.

There's a saying that after being a soldier for three years, even a sow starts to look delicate and refined. But these three men were all confirmed bachelors, much less getting to hug an otherworldly beauty like Qin Qinghan every night.

Seeing the envy in the three men's eyes, the corners of Ye Fengwu's mouth curled up in satisfaction, but the bitterness in his heart was something only he could fully understand.

"Go buy me two outfits, casual ones. Also, lend me 100,000 yuan for an emergency." Ye Fengwu flicked some ash off his cigarette, then said to the three men.

Hearing this, the three men exchanged glances with each other, but no one made a move.

Seeing their reaction, Ye Fengwu's eyebrows furrowed. He impatiently said, "What are you standing around for?"

Lin Qiang said with a pained expression, "Instructor, we can give you money for clothes, but lending you 100,000 yuan...I really don't have it."

Liu Peng also avoided eye contact and said, "I don't have it either."

Yang Lu shrank back and said, "Instructor, of the few of us here, you have the highest salary. And brothers, we all know that you're not lacking for money. Forget 100,000, even 100 million you could take out."

Seeing that the three refused to lend money, Ye Fengwu's expression immediately darkened. He cursed, "If someone hadn't taken my pay card, do you think I'd be asking to borrow from you?"

Hearing this, a strange look came over Lin Qiang and the other two's faces. Lin Qiang gave a heh heh laugh and said, "Instructor, why don't you just give them a call? Hundreds of millions could be in your account right away."

"Beat it..." Ye Fengwu said with a black face, making the three shrink back.

What puzzled the three men was that this person clearly had billions in assets, yet for some reason specifically took the instructor's few hundred thousand payroll card.

It was someone Ye Fengwu was most unwilling to bring up. Even though he was always borrowing money from these guys, he had never dared to give her a single phone call.

Because...that woman was a demoness.

At this time, Ye Fengwu suddenly asked, "What about the funds? Has it been approved from above yet?"

When it came to funds, the three men's expressions became even more pained. They had intentionally chosen a 5-star hotel because upper management would be allocating a large amount of funds. But the three men had arrived in Haihua City a month earlier than Ye Fengwu, and they still hadn't seen any funds come through.

Staying in the presidential suite cost thousands per day. If this dragged on any longer, the three men would have to squeeze into a cheap motel.

Lin Qiang said with a pained expression, "Instructor, you'll have to personally go ask the old director to approve the funds, so you should hurry up and go."

Ye Fengwu's expression became increasingly unpleasant. He harrumphed, "That old guy isn't approving funds even for such an important mission. I'll have to go to Beijing sometime and see him."

Yang Lu hurriedly said, "Instructor, I forgot to tell you, the old director is already in Haihua City, staying at the Chen villa."

Hearing this, Ye Fengwu was surprised and said, "So the old guy came personally. Looks like this mission is no small matter."

The "old guy" Ye Fengwu was referring to was the supreme leader of the Blood Wolf Special Forces. Although nearing eighty years old, he was still a sharp blade for China.

Lin Qiang said again, "The old director said for you to go see him today at the Chen villa. He has important matters to discuss with you."

Ye Fengwu nodded, then suddenly asked, "How's the investigation into Luohuang Group going?"

Lin Qiang said, "Luohuang Group's economic strength is top tier in Haihua City, able to rank in the top 500 companies nationwide. Their business includes energy, real estate, clothing, advertising, and even entertainment companies."

Yang Lu added, "Luohuang Group's chairwoman is a woman named Luo Yihuaung, a very young woman whose assets are at least in the billions, maybe more. Also, Luo Yihuaung has quite the background."

Ye Fengwu's expression was very calm. He then said, "Her background is indeed impressive. She's Old Luo's niece."

"Old Director Luo's niece..."

Hearing this, the three men's eyes went wide open. The Old Luo that Ye Fengwu mentioned was the squad leader of the Blood Wolf Special Forces. Under the supreme leader in the Blood Wolf Special Forces, Luo Tianfei was the only one ranked above Ye Fengwu.

Not only that, it was said Luo Tianfei's family was highly ranked in Beijing, but few knew the specifics.

Ye Fengwu said solemnly, "Keep monitoring Luo Yihuaung and protect her well. I'll go see the old director today to receive the next assignment."

Lin Qiang and the other two nodded solemnly. Lin Qiang said, "In the past month, Luo Yihuaung has faced three assassination attempts. Three of her bodyguards died and five were injured. If not for our covert assistance, she wouldn't have survived past the second attempt."

Ye Fengwu's eyebrows furrowed slightly. He said, "How strong were the people attacking her? Can you tell which organization they're from?"

Hearing this, Lin Qiang and the other two shook their heads. Liu Peng frowned and said, "Instructor, these people are not simple. They seem to be a world-class assassin organization, and they don't leave us any clues."

They still remembered when they caught two assassins. Before they could even begin interrogating them, the two assassins crushed poison capsules hidden in their teeth.

Lin Qiang suddenly took out his phone and handed it to Ye Fengwu. He said solemnly, "Instructor, they all have the same tattoo. With your experience, perhaps you can discern something."

Ye Fengwu took the phone and looked at the clear image on the screen. It seemed to be a person's bicep with a tattoo of a purple-black scythe, with black flames above the scythe, looking like the Grim Reaper's weapon.

In just an instant, Ye Fengwu's eyebrows were tightly knitted. He said, "It's them after all?"

Hearing this, Lin Qiang and the others looked at each other, seeing the gravity reflected in each other's eyes. The instructor's strength seemed godlike in their eyes. They didn't know how many warrior kings he had trained.

It had been a long time since they saw such a solemn expression on the instructor's face.

Ye Fengwu put the phone in his pocket, then said, "Ask above for any weapons you're lacking. The danger of this mission...is beyond what you can imagine."

"Uh..." The three men's faces grew even more shocked.

Ye Fengwu didn't explain further, because he had clashed with this organization a few times, but knew very little about them. Perhaps...the old director could give him more intel.

...

After leaving the hotel, Ye Fengwu went shopping for clothes by himself. As for Lin Qiang and the others, Ye Fengwu had them go protect the target of this mission—the mysterious Luo Yihuaung whom he had never met.

Even Ye Fengwu couldn't guess why that organization was targeting Luo Yihuaung.

Although Ye Fengwu wasn't able to borrow 100,000 yuan from Lin Qiang and the others, he managed to scrounge up over 1,000 yuan, enough to buy a few outfits.

An hour later, as Ye Fengwu arrived downstairs at the apartment complex carrying two bags of clothes, he saw two police cars stopped at the entrance.

"They're here as expected. What a nuisance." Ye Fengwu muttered and calmly took out his phone to dial a number.

At this time, five or six uniformed police officers got out of the police cars. Seeing Ye Fengwu, they immediately surrounded him.

Facing the aggressive police officers rushing towards him, Ye Fengwu calmly said into the phone, "Old Chen, looks like I won't be able to join you for tea today. I have some guests."

"Don't move, hands up." A young officer barked at Ye Fengwu.

Meanwhile, the other two immediately grabbed Ye Fengwu's hands, trying to trip Ye Fengwu's hands behind his back.

However, although the two men used all their strength, they still couldn't budge those sturdy arms.

Seeing this, while the two men were shocked by Ye Fengwu's strength, they were also extremely angry. One of them snorted, "Behave yourself. You are suspected of murder. Come with me to the police station."

Ye Fengwu calmly said, "Murder? That's a bit much. I just slapped three people once each. I definitely didn't hit them more than that."