What could they do now? The main forces were missing in action, and besides seeking help from free mercenaries in the nearby Stan City, they couldn't think of any better solution. The next day, Warrior's Orders were scattered throughout every corner of Mars Avenue, where money played a crucial role at this time-sensitive phase. Waiting for a few more days until the Saudi completely took over the area was out of the question. They have even raised the bounty price continually, but regardless of the amount, no one was willing to take the task when kidnapping was mentioned.

Yes, because nobody in this area dares to provoke the Black Bear Organization. It is a grave mistake to link the innocent black bear animal to the mafioso Black Bear. This power has dominated Stan City for many years. So much so, countless free mercenaries would respectfully steer clear of the Black Bear if at all possible. Those who have once confronted the Black Bear have disappeared years ago. As the disruption in Stan City increases, especially on Mars Avenue, Black Bear has established itself as the preeminent power.

The only way to tame the Black Bear Organization at present seemed to be stationing Federal Army here. The once-leading force, Augustins, laying in ruins, the menace of the Black Bear is at an all-time high, striking fear into the hearts of the local residents. The Black Bear couldn't compare to large terrorist organizations like Scorpio, yet it has become the de facto emperor of this barren land.

Feng Yi hears rumors about the Black Bear from time to time after several days. For him, though, it is of little concern unless they provoke him; he wouldn't care even if a White Bear came along.

Feng Yi has seen a fair share of Warrior's Orders. As the saying goes, every land has its rules. Feng Yi only plans to continue living by his laws and has no intention of changing anything here.

However, one day an Iveco caught his attention. He had seen this vehicle when reporting to General Augustins back at the headquarters, filled with curiosity, Feng Yi knocked on the car window and asked if they needed the assistance of a warrior. Of course, he said so but was actually seeking intelligence.

This guy was somewhat laid-back. The cabdriver felt that he wasn't reliable at the first sight and specifically asked if he was a warrior.

Feng Yi answered simply, "Doesn't a man as handsome as myself resemble a warrior?" While answering, he was also examining the driver and the passengers. Unfortunately, they were all dressed in civilian clothes, so Feng Yi couldn't identify this group of war correspondents.

But when his gaze landed on a young woman, she suddenly exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and delight, "Feng! Feng Yi! You … you are Feng Yi!"

Feng Yi was taken aback, "Um, I am Feng Yi, and you are? Why do you know my name?"

The faces of the two people in the car changed from shock to joy upon hearing this. Who was Feng Yi? The soldier who had ridden on a Gun Rider had broken through layers upon layers of enemy encirclement. He was the king of soldiers who defeated Jiu Ling's model with a mech. They were battlefield reporters, and their reports often featured heroics. On many occasions, if they didn't find fresh topics, they had to look in all directions. The driver and the young man might not recognize Feng Yi, but they had certainly heard of his resounding fame.

The fact that Feng Yi had admitted it himself was a blessing dropped from heaven. The man standing before them was the only comrade they had in Stan City. They might not know each other, they might not be familiar, but they undeniably belonged to the same group!

The young woman first stated Feng Yi's name. In fact, she had only seen Feng Yi from a distance. Given Feng Yi's casual attire at the moment, she couldn't be absolutely sure.

However, when Feng Yi admitted himself, the woman, her eyes brimming with tears, suddenly cried. She was like a lost deer that had found its backbone, sobbing with pure joy. With Feng Yi at their back, what need they fear? He was the one who defeated Jiu Ling after all.

Feng Yi was a bit puzzled, wondering what was going on. After they finished telling their experiences, Feng Yi finally understood the details.

Turns out, this small group of battlefield reporters had escaped to Stan City along with the disbanding troops. They were masquerading as local inhabitants, but the mecha fighters couldn't enter the city. The arrival of fighters could easily wreak havoc on this small town, and the gigantic humanoid mechs couldn't hide anywhere, making it easy for the Saudi to discover them. For this reason, this reporter group had lost contact with the disassembled troops.

"Who knows the exact location of the bar? Lead the way." Upon hearing the story, Feng Yi immediately said.

The young man was a bit apprehensive, "Should we prepare something first?"

"No problem."

"Alright, alright then." The young man gritted his teeth, stomped on the ground, and told the two to wait, before immediately disappearing with Feng Yi down Mars Avenue.

Boiling Point Bar is located on a side street of Mars Avenue. Now, this large entertainment venue had long since become a gathering place for the mafia. Looking at the four black-dressed bouncers assuming wide stances at the entrance of the bar, Feng Yi walked in straight ahead, seemingly disregarding them.

"Stop!" One of them shouted loudly.

Thump, thump, thump, thump... before the sound of his shout had faded, the four of them only felt a chill at their necks, and they faint unconscious immediately.

What the young man who was following Feng Yi saw was simply Feng Yi shaking once where he stood. He hadn't even managed to catch Feng Yi's movements and the four black-dressed men had inexplicably fallen to the ground. What...what the hell was going on? He felt as if everything happening right in front of his eyes was unreal.

Accompanied by a creak, the antique wooden door of the bar swung open, then quickly shut again. Inside, the dim lighting made Feng Yi squint his sharp eyes. The blinding light outside and the dark atmosphere inside, dripping with a sinful charm, contrasted sharply with each other.

About a hundred cold gazes immediately focused on Feng Yi. Among them were men's, women's, most with dishevelled clothing, with some even blatantly partaking in primitive, breeding activities. It was a scene not suitable for children.

Everyone was inspecting Feng Yi with probing eyes, and when they landed on the military knife at Feng Yi's waist, the chilly atmosphere became filled with an eerie discordance. It was clear that this man wasn't here to have a drink. Furthermore, this place didn't welcome outsiders.

Some clueless, wayward young girls even revealed intense smiles at the corners of their mouths... A young man dared to rush here with a dagger trying to act a hero, even if he were armed with a gun, he would still die being so reckless.

The scene was eerily quiet with everyone aware that drama was about to unfold. A brainless, young hero had actually turned up to play hero.

Some people started to shout at Feng Yi, some even started whistling. A bewitching woman with great beauty curiously approached Feng Yi and circled around him, "What are you here for, handsome?"

"I, well, came for someone." Feng Yi was sparing with his words; he seemed unwilling to get entangled at a time like this, so he answered straightforwardly.

A sudden burst of laughter like silver bells rang by his ear, "You came for someone? Did you ever think about how we would feel? Or rather, did you ever consider the consequences?"

As her words ended, a wave of laughter burst out from the crowd... Was this guy a fool?

As Feng Yi moved, he casually picked up a unopened bottle of Prairie White from the table of the woman he was speaking with. Without looking, he drained the bottle in three seconds. The entire bottle of 72-degree Prairie White was just gone. After finishing the vodka, he let go of the bottle and the clatter it made when it hit the hard floor sounded harsh in the eerie silence. "I haven't really thought about it. But this bottle of drink was alright, just a bit too little."

The moment those words left his lips, the laughing crowd froze, not that they didn't want to laugh but they couldn't. What was happening? Did this alcoholic just drink a bottle and a half of high alcohol content Prairie White like it was water and it was absolutely fine? If this act didn't explain anything, then everyone present could drop dead. Who the hell was he? A clueless young boy who doesn't read people well, a naive youth—or could it be that he's a soldier who walks the line between life and death and acts true to his heart? A seemingly frivolous rogue with a fiercely terrifying interior, i.e, a freelance mercenary?

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