When Wei Xinghuo saw his men once again scattered by Xu Fei single-handedly going full berserk, he couldn’t help but seethe with rage.
“Damn it! This bloke fights like he’s on steroids every time, where the hell is Zhou Jingshan, why isn’t he here yet?” he grumbled.
Just as Wei Xinghuo was cursing under his breath, a roar of engines echoed from not far off.
Then everyone saw three or four military-green jeeps screeching in, loaded with disciplined soldiers!
“Young Master Wei, forgive me for arriving late!”
The man leading them was none other than Zhou Jingshan, who’d actually been watching the scene from a nearby hillside through tactical binoculars.
The moment he saw Xu Fei push back Wei Xinghuo’s crew solo, he’d floored it down here.
No matter what, Wei Xinghuo wasn’t someone he could afford to cross, after all, Zhou Jingshan was counting on him for promotions and riches.
As for Xu Fei, sure, his skills looked impressive from that display, but to Zhou Jingshan, he wasn’t much.
He knew the rabble Wei Xinghuo kept around were mostly junkies or lechers.
They were usually half-dead on their feet, let alone reliable in a fight.
Forget Xu Fei, Zhou Jingshan reckoned any one of the elite soldiers he’d brought could take on a crowd single-handedly.
Plus, through his binoculars, Zhou Jingshan had spotted traces of military special forces training in Xu Fei’s moves.
So he figured this Xu Fei, a stranger to him, was probably just some retired special forces grunt.
For someone like Wei Xinghuo, now stripped of power and influence, a retired special forces guy would indeed be a tough nut to crack.
But that didn’t mean Zhou Jingshan couldn’t handle him!
When Wei Xinghuo saw Zhou Jingshan roll up with his crack troops, he was over the moon, clapping and cheering, “Brilliant! Well done, Zhou Jingshan, you’re not late at all, go give that Xu Fei a proper thrashing!”
The moment Wei Xinghuo shouted Xu Fei’s name, Zhou Jingshan’s mind flickered with a vague sense of familiarity, like he’d heard it somewhere before.
But he quickly shook it off as a coincidence and glanced at the man beside him, “You, step forward! Deal with this guy!”
The soldier Zhou Jingshan pointed to snapped a crisp salute, then marched towards Xu Fei with steady, confident strides.
Xu Fei watched the scene unfold without a hint of panic, instead feeling a strange amusement.
Back in the day, he’d been one of the military’s rarest gems, a King of Soldiers, and his title wasn’t quite like Bai Zhan’s.
Bai Zhan was just the Northern King of Soldiers, whereas Xu Fei had topped the nationwide selection of regional soldier kings, clinching first place in front of everyone.
Later, after training under Mo Wentian and returning, he’d become a prodigy of both martial and intellectual prowess.
The mere title of Soldier King couldn’t do him justice, which was why he’d earned the moniker “Lord Junshao”!
“Newbie, stop gawking around and make your move!” Xu Fei said, grinning cheekily at the soldier striding towards him.
