The sky had turned dark, and the night was adorned with countless stars.

In the courtyard, there was a pavilion made of white stone. Inside the pavilion was a round table of white stone, surrounded by four stone stools. On the round table, a chessboard was carved!

At this moment, two people stood at either end of the round table, and on it, there was a half-played game of chess!

The person on the right wore a military uniform, with rugged features and a seemingly ferocious appearance. His strong muscles stretched the uniform high like a massive bullfrog's body. His broad shoulders and muscular biceps looked like embedded iron balls!

He had a crew cut with black and white hair. Despite the wrinkles that time had mercilessly left on his face, he looked ruddy and his breathing was steady.

In contrast, the person opposite him appeared younger. Apart from the three lines on his forehead, he looked like a man in his prime, in his thirties.

In stark contrast to the man across from him, he wore a long white robe, with long hair streaked with silver, tied up on his head with a jade hairpin inserted, giving off the aura of someone detached from worldly affairs, a master who had attained enlightenment.

If unaware of their backgrounds, one would never guess that both had already surpassed a hundred years of age.

Smack~

The man in the military uniform pushed a chariot forward, capturing a cannon from the man in white clothing.

"Old Ye, after three nights, this game is about to reach a conclusion," the man in the military uniform laughed heartily.

"Before death, who can say for sure who wins or loses?" the man in white commented nonchalantly, also pushing a chariot forward, directly threatening the military man's "general," forming a checkmate move!

"You lost," the man in white said in a slow and leisurely tone.

The man in military uniform frowned, lit a cigarette, smoked, contemplated for a moment, and in a somewhat cheeky manner, slapped the chess pieces into chaos, saying, "The chess is in disarray, there is no win or lose; this round is considered a draw."

The man in white shot the military man a calm glance and said, "After playing for twenty years, you always do this at the end!"

"I rely on this trick to win all the games," the military man said with a sly smile, tilting the cigarette in his mouth like a rogue, making it hard to imagine him as a powerful figure dominating one side!

"Why did you save him?" the man in white suddenly asked, staring at the military man.

The man in the military uniform took a deep drag of his cigarette and said, "Back then, Cao Cao said having Guan Yu was worth more than a million soldiers. Now I say, having him is worth more than ten special forces! I need to find a way to bring him into the army. With him around, how can Huaxia not be formidable?"

"Is that all?" the man in white continued in a casual tone, appearing uninterested.

"Do you think without my help he couldn't have gotten out unscathed? Can any of those outside opponents measure up to him? With no wars, people have become too comfortable and actually think themselves invincible? Without those heroes shedding blood to protect our land, how could they live such beautiful lives? They're actually just trash!" the military man cursed.

"Is that... all?" the man in white persisted.

"Come on! Old Ye, can't you stop pretending to be an immortal around me all day? If this were fifty years ago, I'd have rushed up there and beaten you up," the military man complained.

Unfortunately, the man in white didn't respond. Instead, he raised the teacup from the round table, took a gentle sip, appearing confident that the man in uniform would give him a satisfying answer.

Sure enough, the man in the military uniform sighed and said, "He saved me once."

"Three years ago, in the United States?" the man in white finally showed a bit of interest.

The man in uniform recalled his trip to the United States three years ago, where he barely survived and came back severely injured, his strength declining ever since. His rugged face twisted, and his eyes revealed a chilling murderous aura, intimidating even without movement!

The man in white knew exactly what had happened three years ago—that trip was a thorn in the man's heart, so he didn't delve deeper but continued, "I heard he is that person's apprentice?"

"That's right."

The military man licked his thick lips and said, "Speaking of which, we haven't seen him in twenty years either. Twenty years ago, you and I teamed up against him in a battle that turned the sky dark and the earth shattered. It was exhilarating!"

"But in the end, didn't he defeat us single-handedly?" The man in white bluntly pointed out.

"Damn! Old Ye, could you please stop saying such killjoy remarks? We're both old geezers nearing the grave, and how many beautiful memories are left in life?" the military man cursed without holding back.

The man in white silently sipped tea, not saying a word!

"Huaxia has been peaceful for too long, it's time for some activity. Some people have lived too comfortably, and those young punks are too arrogant, thinking they are invincible. Lin coming back is just perfect to put them in their places. Our vast nation lacks talent, not a bunch of conceited fools!" the man in uniform stated.

"When he returns to the country, this sky is going to change..." the man in white said quietly.

"Let it change then!"

The man in the military uniform suddenly stood up, raised his arms, looked up at the sky, his rugged face fierce and imposing, roaring, "Tonight, the sky is clear, tomorrow storms will come. I've battled in fields for over a hundred years. Who have I ever feared? Let the storm come fiercer!"

As he finished speaking, the man in the military uniform limped toward the room opposite, anyone with discerning eyes could tell that his leg was crippled, a result of the accident during the trip to the United States three years ago!

The man in uniform was none other than the soul of the army, the Dragon King! And the man opposite him in white, known as the Huaxia War God, was Ye Shouxin!

...

The bustling city, dazzling lights; the night was confusing and intoxicating!

After leaving the Yanjing Grand Hotel, Lin Fan drove Ye Fei'Er around Yanjing City aimlessly, like two homeless children. Ye Fei'Er had no idea where to go!

Ye Fei'Er's makeup was smudged, but she'd calmed down significantly, her perfect figure nestled in the soft seat, her curvaceous body like a beautiful snake. An arm draped over the car window, her hand supporting her chin as she gazed dreamily at the metropolis outside.

Lin Fan was driving with a cigarette in his mouth, occasionally glancing at Ye Fei'Er's alluring body or her legs, twisted together like two water snakes. Such beautiful legs would be a waste not to admire!

Ye Fei'Er was very beautiful, but those god-like legs of hers were the crowning glory—white, slender, rounded, each enchanting curve enticing a man's most primal desire, making one want to hold them in his arms and cherish them. Using such beautiful legs for walking was an absolute waste!

"Have you looked enough? Do you want to touch?" Ye Fei'Er suddenly turned to Lin Fan and asked.

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