Feng Yi swiftly answered back, his actions not surprising in this city where brute force ruled supreme. They were abrupt rather than unexpected.

Indeed, his speed was spectacular. Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, his opponent was seen violently colliding with a wall, then collapsing helplessly onto the ground.

The force of Feng Yi's blow did not result in a knockout just yet. The man writhed on the ground, screaming in pain...

"You're asking for it, kid."

The adversary was resolute, and the flash of deadly intent in the eyes of his burly companions suggested that something unimaginable was about to happen.

As expected, they fumbled furiously for their firearms, their movements fluid and well-practiced.

Bang, bang, bang!

In a split second, three muffled thuds echoed in the air, their impact reverberating in the onlookers. Feng Yi's speed was incredible. His powerful, lightning-fast roundhouse kick made swift work of the men, as if they were mere bowling pins.

Before the three men could even get to their weapons, their vision went dark, their bodies sent hurtling backward like kites with severed strings...

What a shocking discovery to find their weapons in the hands of their attacker.

The silence hanging over the bar was abruptly shattered by the sound of shattering glass and collapsing furniture. And in the blink of an eye, the burly local hoodlums lay defeated on the ground.

This…what level of combat was this? The usual big, bad brutes couldn't withstand a single move from him. It was absurd! It defied all reason and logic.

The serving girl stood rooted to the spot, too stunned to speak.

She was aware, despite the gangsters carrying firearms, that they were probably for intimidation and were unlikely to actually use them.

Stan City, a small town teeming with countless freelance mercenaries, had its own order. Cross the boundaries and you would incur the wrath of those mercenaries.

But, this man struck like lightning and showed no mercy. His roundhouse kick was so devastating that even a group of local thugs, let alone freelance mercenaries, couldn't endure it. He sent them staggering, wandering around disoriented.

Anxiety welled up in the hearts of the four men, their previous ferocious looks replaced by fear.

As Feng Yi approached, an expression of indifference on his face, a wave of fear swept through them. It wasn't the threats from a deadly villain they feared, but rather the scarcity of words from this man towering over them that sparked their fear for life.

The initial instigator stammered out, "We can talk this out, friend. There's no need for violence. I have money..." His hand barely reached for his firearm when a weapon thrown by Feng Yi landed on his forearm, rendering it useless. He was yelping in pain, rolling on the ground. He was probably suffering from a broken bone.

In that moment, they all realized who they had crossed. The man's observational skills were truly terrifying. The other three pleaded weakly, "We won't fight back. Take the money. It's all yours." They quickly reached into their pockets. Their weapons had been snatched away during the earlier attack on Feng Yi, so they posed no threat.

"See, I knew you would agree," Feng Yi shrugged, "Use this money to cover the bar's losses."

Before leaving, Feng Yi asked the barman about Big Macs and other local matters, handed him a Federal Coin, and then casually exited the bar.

Actually, Feng Yi had come here to probe the atmosphere. As it turned out, the locals' innate aggression couldn't be compared to Alpha's martial culture.

This planet had suffered greatly from war, but the locals were well-armed. Even if they couldn't beat their enemies, they were always looking for ways to resist. What kind of force could they form if they all come together in unity?

That man was right. The residents of this earth-like planet didn't lack the desire to leave, but the opportunity. In a place with no future, money became especially important. To secure a dominant position in this survival-of-the-fittest world, everyone worked hard to maintain their image of authority, perhaps holding onto their innermost desires.

With this in mind, Feng Yi slowly disappeared down the ancient, weary street.

The information about the two armored infantry divisions had been more or less confirmed, indicating that they had retreated to the sixth defense line in the southern hemisphere. It seemed that the areas hard-won in the previous battles were once again collapsed due to the aircraft accident.

Based on his calculations, even if Saudi deployed another infantry division, it would be challenging to expel the main forces of our two armored infantry divisions to the third defense line within a short time. The average terrain there was higher and it was backed by the Wheat Field Sea, so he came up with three possibilities.

First, a revered general was directing the operations behind the scenes.

Second, the Mecha models could be incompatible.

Third was unlikely. Both the Red Cloak and the White Cloak mostly served to boost morale in battles and wouldn't truly change the direction of local battles.

That evening, Feng Yi continued to head south 200 kilometers. Finally, he sensed the residue of battle in the dune area. Through his radar scan, he quickly found several Mechas scattered on the edge of the dune.

Feng Yi pulled out his Gun Rider. The moment he opened the Mecha cockpit, he jumped several meters high and accurately landed inside the control room.

This Gun Rider he had brought atop the spacecraft was a main battle model of the Federation, well-equipped and, despite the old model, it was still a powerful combat Mecha with a well-earned reputation from countless battles.

Feng Yi's Gun Rider was equipped with a shoulder-mounted 130mm gun, flanked on both sides by a 25mm twin-barrel gun, a laser gun, and one Titanium Alloy Spear for melee combat.

Among the multiple defense systems installed in the Gun Rider were a Knight's Shield for close-range defense and a Light Shield for long-range defense. This was the standard military configuration that was unseen on the Star War Network.

No sooner had he boarded the Mecha than three sets of coordinates emerged, indicating the rapid movement of small detachments of our armed forces. A plan formed in Feng Yi's mind: if he could gather information about the main force's exact whereabouts within this Mecha group, then...

Without a moment's hesitation, he navigated his Gun Rider towards the points of light, dashing off at a dizzying speed.

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