Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The officer's throat was pierced, a half-exposed card emerged—an Ace of Hearts!

Yang Fei didn't even bother to fire a shot, instantly killing a senior officer.

This kind of miraculous skill completely shattered the resistance will of many officers ready to fight desperately.

Yang Fei calmly looked at a group of senior officers, the edge of his dagger cutting into Omir's neck skin.

"Next time, whoever disobeys, the one who dies will be him!"

"General..."

"Let go of the general, come at me!"

"Don't harm our general, you can do whatever you want."

...

Just as Yang Fei finished speaking, a group of senior officers cried out, desperate to replace Omir with themselves.

It was apparent that Omir was a master at commanding his troops, as there existed a life-or-death camaraderie between the commander and his soldiers.

Omir let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with a hint of pleading.

"Esteemed sir, we offended the mighty Dragon Island Night Army, receiving punishment is indeed justified."

"However, I am the highest military officer of the Bloodhand Mercenaries, the orders were given by me, and all the responsibility should fall upon me."

"I am willing to atone with my death, just hoping you would let the others go."

Other soldiers began to shout again, and Omir sternly rebuked them.

"Silence! If you still see me as your officer, then obey orders, otherwise, none of you will survive."

Yang Fei languidly shrugged his shoulders, but the dagger cut into Omir's neck, staining its blade with blood.

"I just happen to want to kill you all, what can you do about it?"

Omir's face turned bitter, the others glared at Yang Fei, yet none dared to defy him.

Omir sighed lightly, then suddenly took a deep breath and lunged toward the back of the tent.

At the back of the tent, there was a simple emergency alarm, linked directly to the outside.

If Omir could manage to press the alarm, perhaps he could save these people's lives.

Unfortunately, just as he broke free from Yang Fei's dagger, his throat tightened suddenly, he was lifted upside down.

Then, with a bang, Omir was slammed to the ground, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing Omir injured, the numerous senior officers went mad, collectively charging at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei's figure was like a hurricane, circling around the entire camp, returning to his original position as his grayish figure restored.

Meanwhile, over a dozen senior officers stayed in their pouncing posture, frozen in place.

Like wood carvings, their eyes were the only things moving around sheepishly.

At the Dazhui acupoint at the back of their necks, each had a long silver needle faintly shimmering.

With just this silver needle, Yang Fei blocked everyone's meridians, temporarily restricting all their mobility.

Omir groaned once, and Yang Fei had already found a communicator from behind the tent.

He turned to Omir, a face of malicious grin.

"What, are you trying to notify the guards outside?"

He squatted down, tauntingly looking at Omir.

"There is actually no need, your guards have been dealt with by me, ten visible sentries, six hidden ones."

"And during a Bloodhand senior officer meeting, absolutely no one dares to come near, to avoid being misidentified as a spy and getting killed by mistake, isn't that one of Bloodhand's oldest rules?"

Omir's heart completely sank, looking at Yang Fei in despair.

"Sir, I don't understand your intentions, what exactly do you want in exchange for sparing my comrades?"

Yang Fei restrained his smile, his expression turning stern.

"Very simple, seeing that you are quite adept in commanding your troops, I wish for you to lead Blood Hand into merging with the Dragon Island Night Army."

"I can guarantee you, you'll never regret today's decision."

"Surrender?"

Omir was somewhat stunned; had it been just moments ago, he absolutely wouldn't have agreed, preferring to die in battle than to surrender.

However, now Omir had just made a round trip from the Hall of Yama.

And all his brothers' lives now lay in the hands of this formidable enemy, Omir started to waver.

He could brush off his own life, but Omir couldn't ignore the lives of his brothers.

These comrades had endured storms of bullets together, living and dying as one, all sharing a life-threatening bond.

Omir's eyes were fixed on Yang Fei.

"But, how can you trust that I won't rebel after surrendering?"

The mercenary world was also a Mortal World, where righteousness was nonexistent, with everything revolving around interests.

Yang Fei faintly smiled: "I can assure you, once you understand the background of the Dragon Island Night Army, you will never consider rebelling."

"Conversely, you should thank me for taking you in, for a joint development."

Omir, half believing and half doubting, still gritted his teeth: "What if I insist on not surrendering?"

The dagger in Yang Fei's hand emitted a chilling light, even his voice carried an invisible killing intent.

"One path leads to death!"

Omir's face fluctuated, while Yang Fei leisurely smiled.

Their gazes collided in the air, Omir shivered all over, finally gritting his teeth: "Fine, I agree."

Yang Fei nodded with satisfaction, then asked Omir a question.

"I came today to carry out a decapitation strike plan, in other words, if I intended to kill, no one here could survive."

Omir's face began to pale once more, his voice hoarse.

"But why did you change your mind?"

Yang Fei sighed: "Because of the camaraderie between you and your brothers."

"Friendship among men is easily formed, yet transforming it into a life-and-death brotherhood is quite difficult."

His eyes held a bit more warmth.

"You can inspire unwavering loyalty from all your subordinates, willing to give their utmost, which in itself is an exceptional quality of a great leader."

"It would be quite a pity if someone like you were to die."

A look of gratitude emerged on Omir's face.

"Thank you for your appreciation, sir, I am willing to join the Night Army and give my all for you..."

He was about to continue when Yang Fei interrupted him.

"Spare me the formalities, if you sincerely wish to surrender to the Night Army, I hope you can assist me in capturing the leaders of the other three mercenary groups."

Omir pondered for a moment, ultimately nodding his head.

"Alright, I am willing to follow Mr. Yang's orders."

"However, the relationship between the other three mercenary groups and my Bloodhand Mercenaries is merely cooperative, they don't fully trust me, the specifics will require some deliberation."

Yang Fei chuckled, quite satisfied as he pulled Omir up.

"What you've said shows sincerity. Actually, before coming here, my brothers have already taken action separately."

"It's likely the headquarters of the other three mercenary groups have already been surrounded."

"What?"

Omir suddenly widened his eyes, looking at Yang Fei in shock, utterly dumbfounded.

At that moment, Yang Fei's communicator started beeping.

"Chief Instructor, this is Mad Blade, now reporting on the military situation."

"I have already eradicated the Heaven's Scythe command center, except for one who escaped, the rest are either dead or captured, rounded up completely."