Chapter 1604 - 1605: Sending Old Lady Wu a Gift
Yang Fei was horrified in his heart, but he looked at Shui Rou with a forced smile, and snorted through his nose.
"How do you see it?"
Shui Rou calmed her mind and organized her thoughts.
"The whole world knows that the Aventi spy system is a surveillance system laid out by the Mysterious Country targeting the whole of East Asia."
"All countries in East Asia are outraged but dare not speak. If anyone dares to touch the Aventi spy system, it can only be a superpower like Huaxia."
Saying this, Shui Rou curiously examined Yang Fei: "Are you from Huaxia?"
There was a hint of coldness in Yang Fei's eyes.
"Women shouldn't be too smart. Smart women can't get married."
"And of all the birds, the one I hate the most is the parrot. Do you know why?"
Without waiting for Shui Rou to speak, he made a chattering gesture.
"The best way to deal with annoying parrots is to pluck their feathers, throw them in the pot, and deep-fry them as a dish to go with drinks."
Shui Rou stuck out her tongue upon hearing his threatening words.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it. After we cooperate, what benefits can the Red Shirt Army get?"
Yang Fei fixed his gaze on her and said word by word, "Very simple, independence, freedom, and liberation of Li Island."
Shui Rou was taken aback, looking at Yang in shock.
"Are you telling the truth? Do you have that capability?"
Yang Fei looked at her deeply and shook his head.
"If you don't even have unwavering belief in victory, what else can I say? Even if there's a 1% chance, you should give 99% effort."
Listening to Yang Fei's criticism, Shui Rou's cheeks burned as a look of determination appeared on her face.
"Mr. Yang, you are right, even if there's a sliver of hope, we should seize it."
Yang Fei nodded: "Now that's more like it."
"I promise you, even if Li Island cannot temporarily escape the control of Sang Country, their control will be greatly weakened after this battle."
Shui Rou raised her head, full of fighting spirit, and reached out her hand towards Yang Fei.
"Alright, Mr. Yang, I'll follow your lead."
All afternoon, Yang Fei, Shui Rou, and Xiao Xuanya sat in the courtyard, preliminarily formulating their future cooperation plans.
Finally, Shui Rou took her leave of Yang Fei with great respect.
Xiao Xuanya watched Shui Rou's graceful figure disappear beyond the gate and looked at Yang Fei.
"You little rascal, how come I didn't know you planned to deal with the Aventi Spy Base?"
Yang Fei chuckled, his eyes flashing like a blade.
"This plan just occurred to me, of course, you wouldn't know."
Saying this, Yang Fei looked up at the sky, exhaling a long breath.
"Once this damned Aventi Spy Base is operational, every move on the thousands of miles of the Land of Huaxia cannot escape the enemy's spy satellite surveillance.?"
"At the same time, our Dragon Island base won't be able to stay hidden, so I must blow up this trash base."
As Yang Fei spoke, a peculiar smile appeared in his eyes.
"Even though Wu Yuanzhong doesn't dare make a peep in front of me, I bet that old guy has cursed countless times already."
"Old Lady Wu is too timid; without orders from above, he wouldn't dare make a move. This time, let me give Old Lady Wu a huge gift."
Xiao Xuanya giggled, extending a fair and tender hand to Yang Fei.
"Sounds fun, count me in; here's to our success."
Yang Fei extended his right hand and gave Xiao Xuanya a high-five, and they exchanged smiles, one as pure as water, the other sly.
At this moment, a great storm was brewing in the Qianji Style Dojo as well.
Qianye Zhuyi's handwritten letter exploded in the dojo like a deep-water bomb.
At this moment, all three Great Elders of Qianji Style were staring at the desk with eyes wide open.
On the desk were two letters, already opened and messily thrown aside.
The papers seemed light, but at this moment, in the eyes of the three Great Elders, they were as heavy as Mount Tai.
Both letters were personally written by Qianye Zhuyi, the Martial Arts Sect Master of Qianji Style.
One was Qianye Zhuyi's resignation letter, and the other was an appointment letter for the next Martial Arts Sect Master.
The appointment letter clearly stated that the new disciple, Yang Fei, was appointed as the Martial Arts Sect Master, overseeing all personnel and financial powers within the sect.
No one should disobey Yang Fei in the slightest.
The wording of the appointment letter was extremely harsh, directly sidelining the three Great Elders.
However, the three Great Elders were not surprised.
Ever since Yang Fei demonstrated the Supreme Heart Method of the Heavenly God Hammer yesterday, the three elders were almost certain of Yang Fei's identity.
He must be a disciple of the Former Sect Master!
The Martial Arts Heart Method of the Heavenly God Hammer had vanished without a trace with the Former Sect Master's disappearance.
And now, a young man who knew the Heavenly God Hammer appeared, leaving no doubt about his identity,
and this appointment letter further confirmed Yang Fei's identity.
If Qianye Zhuyi hadn't been afraid of Yang Fei seeking revenge, he wouldn't have disappeared, leaving resignation and appointment letters without a trace, would he?
The three Great Elders looked at each other, glancing at the appointment letter on the table, their hearts heavy.
The imagined sect master contest plotted by Fujino Tsuyoshi and others did not occur.
This farce ended with Qianye Zhuyi's departure and Yang Fei becoming the new sect master,
which for Qianji Style at this moment, might not be a bad thing, but it was disadvantageous for the three Great Elders.
The three Great Elders sat on the office's long chairs, looking solemn.
At the door stood a disciple with a dazed expression.
This disciple was none other than the driver hypnotized by Xiao Xuanya's Heavenly Fragrance and National Beauty, who brought the resignation and appointment letters.
Looking at this dazed fellow, Fujino Tsuyoshi felt a surge of indignation.
Among the three Great Elders, he wasn't the most prestigious, but in terms of Martial Arts Skills, he was the best.
If not for the ridiculous rule that no one over forty can be sect master, Fujino Tsuyoshi would have been the most likely candidate for the new sect master.
But at this moment, Fujino Tsuyoshi's plans had failed.
An unknown figure had become the Martial Arts Sect Master of Qianji Style, filling Fujino Tsuyoshi with frustration.
Fujino Tsuyoshi walked up to the driver with a sullen face, speaking in a deep tone.
"I'll ask you one last time, where exactly is the Former Sect Master?"
The driver's expression was blank, and he gazed at Fujino Tsuyoshi with vacant eyes.
His blurred gaze made Fujino Tsuyoshi's skin crawl, raising goosebumps all over.
Fujino Tsuyoshi resisted the urge to beat him up and repeated his question.
This time, the driver showed a bizarre smile and shook his head.
Damn it, shaking his head again!
Fujino Tsuyoshi finally exploded.
Since handing over the two documents to the three Great Elders, the driver's expression had been nothing but blank and clueless.
He seemed to have suddenly lost his Soul, making Fujino Tsuyoshi furious yet helpless.