Chapter 1507 - 1508: Wind Shadow of the Wolf
The tall professional soldier didn't comment on Yang Fei's sarcasm, seeming completely unfazed by Yang Fei's hostility.
He waved his hand and handed a manila envelope to Yang Fei.
"Mr. Yang Fei, here are the documents you requested."
"We're not at all interested in your training. Our Mr. Bei hopes to discuss something else with you."
Yang Fei casually accepted the manila envelope but kept his eyes on the space behind the professional soldier.
Behind the soldier, three or four military personnel were still pointing their dark gun barrels at Yang Fei's head.
The professional soldier smiled, waved his hand, and had the four guards put away their guns, while also expressing apologies.
"Sorry, we mean no offense to a powerful figure like Lord Magic Shadow. Please come into the cabin for a detailed discussion."
The professional soldier finished speaking and stepped aside politely, and the four soldiers moved to the sides.
Yang Fei sheathed the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army and bent to enter the lower cabin.
Inside the lower cabin, though dilapidated, there was a small ornate room.
A Gothic-style wrought iron round table with two carved chairs stood there, with two bronze triangular wine cups and a polished brass wine pot on the table.
At the same time, there was heating being sent into the floral hall.
It was unclear how they transitioned from the frigid deck to the warm, spring-like floral hall, which left one marveling at the miracle of nature.
As Yang Fei stepped through the cabin door, a man in his forties was sitting in a wheelchair, pouring wine.
Even in such a warm room, his lower body was covered with a thick pure wool blanket.
The man's hands were steady as a rock, and his face was gentle and refined. The tall professional soldier stood behind him like a proud spear.
The man smiled as Yang Fei walked in and said, "Meeting an old friend again is a rare joy. Please, sit."
As he spoke, he pushed a bronze wine cup filled with hot wine toward Yang Fei.
"The weather is cold, please have a warm drink to warm up."
Yang Fei swept his gaze around and spotted a charcoal stove warming the wine at one corner of the floral hall.
The wine pot steamed with a pleasant aroma, which was indeed First Rank Maotai.
He drank from the cup in one go and smacked his lips, praising, "Good wine."
The man smiled and poured Yang Fei another cup, saying casually, "Aren't you afraid I might have poisoned the wine?"
Yang Fei laughed heartily: "I'm a drunk, and a drunk only dies of liquor, not poison."
"Alright, can we discuss your matter now? Who are you?"
The man's face showed a hint of surprise: "Mr. Miao'er, don't you recognize me?"
Yang Fei was taken aback: "How would I know you? Who is Miao'er?"
The wise, clear eyes of the man became enlightened after a moment of surprise.
He sighed deeply and said, wistfully.
"I see, after the battle with Brahma, you lost your memory."
At this, the man's expression turned somewhat troubled, and he shook his head.
"Since that's the case, I'll continue to call you Mr. Yang Fei."
At this point, his eyes suddenly flared with uncontrollable menace.
"Where is the Martial God?"
Yang Fei's heart tensed. The martial realm of this old man probably surpassed True Martial; such a formidable character had an imposing presence.
Yang Fei shook his head: "I don't know what you're talking about, nor do I know where the Martial God is. I don't even know the Martial God."
The man looked baffled, staring at Yang Fei, and then suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter, as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.
"You actually told me you don't know the Martial God. Hahaha, it's truly an absurdity!"
He laughed so frantically that tears streamed down his face.
This serene, refined man suddenly became so hysterical that everyone around him changed their expressions.
The tall soldier approached and held the man's wheelchair, asking worriedly.
"Sir, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
The man shook his head, motioned him away, and after a while, managed to stop laughing, though he coughed uncontrollably.
He coughed violently and pulled out a handkerchief to cover his mouth.
When he finished coughing, the white tissue was stained with deep red blood.
The professional soldier wanted to step forward again, but seemed wary of something, hesitating, and then glaring angrily at Yang Fei.
"Speak nicely with our gentleman, don't make him cough."
Yang Fei looked calmly at the man, his eyes clear and tranquil.
"To be honest, I also want to find the Martial God to ask what exactly happened ten years ago."
"What's with my memory, and why did I lose it? If you know, you can tell us. We can discuss and gather insights."
The man looked at him, seeming genuine and not pretending, sighing with disappointment.
"All these years, I've been meticulously searching for the Martial God's whereabouts, originally thinking you certainly knew."
"But I never expected that even you were kept in the dark by them. Haha, what a huge setup by the Martial God."
At this point, the man shook his head, a deep sense of melancholy in his expression.
"It's a game set by the Martial God. If he doesn't want you to know, he won't tell you anything. It seems I approached the wrong person."
Yang Fei regarded the man coldly: "Who are you? Do you know me from ten years ago?"
The man sighed: "Have you heard of the Ancient Remnant Clan?"
"It doesn't matter if I tell you. We are the Wolf Clan of the Ancient Six Clans. We possess the largest armed force in Siberia, the Demon Wolf."
"Damn, you guys are the Magic Wolf Organization? Are you Mr. Bei?"
Yang Fei was utterly surprised. The Magic Wolf is globally recognized as a terrorist group, active in the Siberia and Little Asia regions, smuggling arms, oil, and drugs.
According to the data of the International Criminal Police Organization and the Counter-Terrorism Alliance, the core military force of the Magic Wolf is called the Wind Shadow Mercenaries of the Wolf.
This army is directly controlled by a mysterious figure named Mr. Bei.
Nobody has ever seen Mr. Bei's true appearance.
Yang Fei never expected to meet the infamous terror tycoon here.
The Wind Shadow Mercenaries of the Wolf rank third on the global mercenary list because the Magic Wolf Organization is notoriously well-known, also referred to as the Magic Wolf Mercenary.
This mercenary's powerful combat capability far exceeds that of many elite special forces of major countries.
In the 1990s, for reasons unknown, the Wind Shadow attacked an air force base garrisoned by a superpower's troops.
The Wind Shadow used a hundred-man unit to confront two regiments plus a mechanized special operations battalion, capturing numerous combat personnel.
Ultimately, they blew up the air force base, causing the globally shocking base explosion incident.
In 2007, the Wind Shadow attacked a superpower's secret laboratory.
They used a thirty-man unit to defeat three special operations battalions.
On their escape route, any soldiers daring to pursue the Wind Shadow were shot, leaving corpses scattered across hundreds of miles.
Due to this incident, many national security bureaus concluded.
The Magic Wolf Organization already possesses nuclear weapons or similar super weapons hidden in their secret bases.
The entire world fears this massive, vicious terrorist organization.