Ye Fengwu didn't use the 500 yuan that Qin Qinghan gave him to buy clothes. Instead, he went to find the three colonels: Lin Qiang, Yang Lu, and Liu Peng.
The three of them sure knew how to enjoy life, staying together in a five-star hotel.
Upon entering their presidential suite, Ye Fengwu couldn't help but feel envious. The luxurious decor and the oversized soft bed that could fit six people made him think about the cramped little couch he had been sleeping on these past few days.
Lighting a cigarette for himself, Ye Fengwu sat down on the soft sofa with a grim expression and said, "You guys really know how to enjoy yourselves."
At that moment, Lin Qiang, Yang Lu, and Liu Peng all stood up straight in front of him. Lin Qiang grinned and said, "Instructor, you can come stay with us too."
Ye Fengwu gave Lin Qiang a white look and snorted, "I sleep on a soft bed every day with a beautiful wife. Who the hell would want to squeeze into a bed with you guys?"
Upon hearing this, the three men's eyes filled with envy. Although they didn't know Qin Qinghan personally, they had seen her before, and she was so stunningly beautiful that it almost didn't seem real.
As the saying goes, after being a soldier for three years, even a pig looks pretty, but these three were all confirmed bachelors. They couldn't even imagine getting to hold someone as beautiful as Qin Qinghan every day.
Seeing the envy in their eyes, Ye Fengwu couldn't help but feel a sense of smugness on his face, though the bitterness in his heart was something only he truly understood.
"Go buy me two sets of casual clothes, and also lend me 100,000 yuan for an emergency," Ye Fengwu flicked the ash off his cigarette and said to the three men.
Hearing this, the three men exchanged glances, none of them making a move.
Ye Fengwu frowned and snapped, "What are you all standing around for?"
Lin Qiang, with a bitter expression, said, "Instructor, we have money for the clothes, but the 100,000 yuan... I really don't have it."
Liu Peng also avoided eye contact and said, "I don't have it either."
Yang Lu shrank his neck and said, "Instructor, among us, your salary is the highest, and everyone knows you're not short on money. I'm sure you can easily get 100 million, let alone just 100,000."
When Ye Fengwu saw that they refused to lend him the money, his expression darkened. He cursed, "If it weren't for someone stealing my salary card, do you think I'd need to come ask you guys for a loan?"
At this, the three of them exchanged strange looks. Lin Qiang gave a dry laugh and said, "Instructor, why don't you just make a phone call? With billions at your disposal, your account balance would be topped up in no time."
"Get lost..." Ye Fengwu cursed with a dark face, causing the three men to shrink back.
The three of them were puzzled. The person who had stolen Ye Fengwu's salary card had a net worth of billions, so why would they steal just a few hundred thousand from him?
That person was someone Ye Fengwu didn't want to talk about. Even though he had borrowed money from these three guys countless times, he had never dared to call her.
Because... that woman was a devil.
At this moment, Ye Fengwu suddenly asked, "What about the funding? Hasn't it been approved yet?"
Mentioning the funding, the three men's expressions grew even more bitter. They had specifically chosen a five-star hotel because they expected a large amount of funding from above. But despite arriving in Haihua City a month before Ye Fengwu, they hadn't received any funds yet.
The presidential suite cost several thousand per day. If this dragged on, they would have to squeeze into a small motel.
Lin Qiang sighed and said, "Instructor, the funding requires your personal approval from the old commander, so you need to hurry."
Ye Fengwu's face darkened further, and he snorted, "That old bastard, such an important mission, and he still hasn't approved the funds. I'll go to Beijing when I have time."
Yang Lu quickly added, "Instructor, I forgot to tell you, the old commander has already arrived in Haihua City. He's staying at the Chen family villa."
At this, Ye Fengwu was surprised. "That old bastard actually came in person? Looks like this mission is not simple."
The "old bastard" Ye Fengwu referred to was the highest commander of the Blood Wolf Special Forces, a man nearing 80 years old, yet still a sharp sword of China.
Lin Qiang added, "The old commander said he wants you to visit the Chen family villa today. He has something important to discuss with you."
Ye Fengwu nodded and then suddenly asked, "How's the investigation on the Luo Huang Group coming along?"
Lin Qiang replied, "The Luo Huang Group is one of the top economic powers in Haihua City, even ranking among the top 500 in all of China. Their business ventures include energy, real estate, fashion, advertising, and even an entertainment company."
Yang Lu added, "The chairman of Luo Huang Group is a woman named Luo Yihuang. She's very young and her assets are at least in the hundreds of billions, possibly more. What's more, she has a very large background."
Ye Fengwu's expression remained calm, and he said, "A large background indeed. She's the niece of Old Luo."
"Old Luo's niece..."
Upon hearing this, the three men's eyes widened in shock. Old Luo, as Ye Fengwu called him, was the leader of the Blood Wolf Special Forces. Within the Blood Wolf forces, Luo Tianfei was the only person above Ye Fengwu, aside from the old commander.
Furthermore, it was said that Luo Tianfei's family was in Beijing, though very few people knew the details.
Ye Fengwu's expression became serious as he said, "Continue monitoring Luo Yihuang and protect her well. I'll visit the old commander today to receive the next mission."
The three men nodded seriously. Lin Qiang said, "Over the past month, Luo Yihuang has been attacked three times. Her bodyguards have suffered three deaths and five injuries. If we hadn't secretly helped her, she wouldn't have survived the second attack."
Ye Fengwu furrowed his brow and asked, "How skilled are the attackers? Can you tell which organization they belong to?"
Hearing this, Lin Qiang and the others all shook their heads. Liu Peng furrowed his brow and said, "Instructor, these people are not simple. They seem to be from a world-class assassin organization, and they never leave any traces for us to follow."
The three men remembered the time when they captured two assassins, but before they could start questioning them, the assassins bit down on a capsule hidden in their teeth, poisoning themselves.
Lin Qiang suddenly took out his phone and handed it to Ye Fengwu, his face serious. "Instructor, they all have the same tattoo. You've seen so much, maybe you can recognize it?"
Ye Fengwu looked at the phone screen. It was a clear image of a person's upper arm, with a purple-black scythe tattooed on it, the blade surrounded by black flames, resembling the weapon of the Grim Reaper.
In an instant, Ye Fengwu's brow furrowed tightly. "It's them, sure enough."
Hearing this, the three men exchanged glances, seeing the gravity in each other's eyes. To them, Ye Fengwu's strength was godlike, having trained countless elite soldiers. They hadn't seen him so serious in a long time.
Ye Fengwu put the phone back in his pocket and said, "If you need any weapons, get them from above. This mission is far more dangerous than you think."
"Uh..."
The three men's expressions turned even more shocked.
Ye Fengwu didn't explain further because he had encountered this organization a few times in the past. However, there was still very little information about them. Perhaps the old commander could provide him with more details.
...
After leaving the hotel, Ye Fengwu went to the mall to buy some clothes. As for Lin Qiang and the others, they were assigned to protect the target of this mission, the mysterious Luo Yihuang.
Ye Fengwu couldn't even guess why this organization would target her.
Though he couldn't borrow 100,000 yuan from Lin Qiang and the others, he managed to scrape together a little over 1,000, which was enough for a few sets of clothes.
An hour later, when Ye Fengwu arrived at the apartment complex carrying two sets of clothes, he saw two police cars parked outside.
"Of course, here it comes, what a hassle," Ye Fengwu muttered. Unhurriedly, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
At this moment, five or six police officers got out of the police cars and surrounded Ye Fengwu.
Seeing the officers closing in with hostile intent, Ye Fengwu calmly said into the phone, "Old Chen, I won't be able to have tea with you today. Looks like I've got some guests."
"Don't move, hands on your head," a young police officer shouted at Ye Fengwu.
Two others came up and grabbed Ye Fengwu's hands, trying to force his arms behind his back.
However, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't budge his muscular arms.
Seeing this, the two officers were both shocked and angry. One of them snorted and said, "Stay still. You're suspected of murder. Come with us to the police station."
Ye Fengwu, still calm, said, "Murder? Come on, I only gave three people a slap, not much more than that."