Chapter 518: The Approach of the Storm

Chapter 518: Hyenas vs. Rampaging Lions (Update 1)

P City High-Speed Rail Station.

A group of foreign tourists exited the station.

Led by several tour guides, they boarded a bus.

Watching those Japanese tourists, a passenger in a business car—Xiao Yu—smirked.

To be honest,

it was his first time seeing so many fully clothed Japanese people.

Alive!

“I hate the little devils,” one team member sneered.

He glared at the Japanese tourists, his disdain plain for all to see.

The other team members quickly echoed his sentiment.

Some hatreds run deep, passed down through generations like inherited grudges.

Just like in past lives.

If it came to fighting Sam State, Xiao Yu would be willing to sacrifice ten years’ salary.

But if it were against the little devils, he’d send all his men straight into battle.

When it comes to national and family grievances, whether others can forgive is not his concern.

Call him a zealous idealist if you want.

“Forgiveness” is a word too steeped in hypocrisy.

Xiao Yu was never a man known for his magnanimity.

He believed that the wheel of fortune turns for everyone!

However…

“Not them,” Xiao Yu murmured thoughtfully.

If any foreigners entered P City intent on causing trouble,

chances were they’d be either Caucasian or Black.

Since P City is a fourth or fifth-tier city without an airport,

they’d have to arrive by high-speed rail from somewhere else.

And besides…

tourists mostly go to enjoy nature and see scenic spots.

Though P City is near the border and has a few attractions, there isn’t much to see.

Would a foreign visitor really choose a backwater as their destination?

Just two days.

Xiao Yu and Group Nine had been staking out the high-speed rail station.

During those two days, they noticed five groups of tourists entering P City.

Although all were of Asian descent, some details made them seem rather unusual!

“What about the other entry points?” Xiao Yu frowned.

“Other transportation hubs are already being thoroughly checked,” a team member replied.

One of them shook his head, “So far, nothing seems amiss.”

No sign of trouble only suggests that something much bigger may be at work.

Xiao Yu understood that well.

Just before a storm, the world seems eerily calm.

But when the storm hits, it catches everyone off guard.

Still, Xiao Yu wasn’t worried.

He had already set his trap, waiting for the enemy to make their move.

Anyone daring enough to stir up trouble at the border

was merely flaunting their own arrogance.

They didn’t even take him seriously.

That inevitably spelled their downfall, didn’t it?

But one must never assume an enemy is foolish—arrogance does not equal lack of brains.

Those who plunge headlong into traps are nothing more than idiots.

Even if they come, they will be countered by some means.

What that might be… Xiao Yu fell into deep thought.

After a full half-hour,

he slowly lifted his gaze, considering a possibility.

“Do you have the guts to do this?”

…

Night at the Border!

No one could have predicted it.

A group of individuals with nerve as vast as the sky

had managed to infiltrate the border, despite recent incidents and heightened security.

In defiance of constant patrols, they slipped quietly past the border line.

Only top-tier mercenaries could pull off such a feat.

Upon entering national territory, they dashed into a dense forest to regroup.

Among these mercenaries, one young man stood out from the rest.

Though he sat on the ground, he radiated a noble air.

His face wore a kindly, harmless smile, but his eyes were ice cold.

Like glowing amber, his eyes shimmered with wisdom even as they remained half-closed.

At first glance, he appeared calm and gentle.

But lock eyes with him, and you’d feel a chill cut straight to your core!

“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?”

The young man chuckled softly, as if talking to himself, “Did you really think I’d enter this way?”

“I love a challenge. Your chosen battleground is exactly my kind of playground.”

“I relish the chance to methodically crush those brimming with overconfidence.”

“Watching their anger and despair after defeat—it gives me unparalleled satisfaction and pleasure.”

A mischievous and mocking smile curved his lips as he slowly stood up. “Though this is your battleground, I’m calling the shots now!”

With a casual wave of his hand,

twenty mercenaries set off toward a mountain stronghold.

Their objective was simple: seize the stronghold

and lure their enemy into a trap.

If anyone dared approach, they would be exterminated in a flash,

and then the unit would withdraw faster than the nation could react.

The young man remained poised, watching the backs of the mercenaries and grinning widely.

Behind him, three mercenaries observed with complicated expressions.

They knew that among those twenty, only a few might survive.

It was even possible that none would make it back.

But they were mercenaries, after all.

With the right pay, they’d even venture through hell itself.

The young man lifted his gaze to the moon shining over the dense forest.

“Don’t let me down!”

…

Meanwhile,

Xiao Yu was also staring up at the moon.

He once found solace in moon-gazing with Mu Qingwu.

Every time he saw the moon, he recalled sitting with his sister in the living room’s recliner, like two silly little hamsters.

“I wonder if we’ll have time to catch Bincheng’s evening cherry blossoms once we get back.”

Xiao Yu murmured with a smile, “Next time, we’ll take Baby along!”

Slowly, he lowered his head, studying the nine fully armed team members before him.

Their eyes shone with the sharpness of legendary warriors’ blades.

He could sense the barely contained killing intent ready to explode from them!

“No captives!” Xiao Yu barked his order.

Boom!

The team members saluted, turned, and marched out toward the stronghold.

They were no longer just members of Group Nine.

They had become an elite special operations unit.

Xiao Yu could feel a shared, formidable aura in each of them.

It was the unmistakable presence of battle-hardened warriors—the true kings of the soldier’s art of war.

From the moment they were selected to join National Security Group Nine,

they had transcended the identity of mere soldiers to become lethal blades.

Maybe scheming wasn’t their forte,

but once they hit the battlefield,

they transformed into unstoppable killing machines.

Mercenaries… Xiao Yu shook his head with a smile.

So, what would happen when a pack of battlefield hyenas

went up against a swarm of utterly enraged lions?