After his initial excitement, Fang Zong put on a stern face.

"Everyone out!" He raised his finger and gestured around the surrounding high points.

Upon hearing Fang Zong's words, the group of snipers were terrified. They picked up their sniper rifles, packed up their equipment, and hurriedly zipped down the stairs.

Although we don't know what kind of temperament this big shot has, it's clear that disobeying him will not have a pleasant outcome.

The second-in-command of the North China Branch, Bai Zhishan, now has eight long knives held to his neck;

Gongsun Ke, the boss, called for a stretcher and tried to run away, but a little girl in a beige trench coat, munching on an ice cream cone, kicked him down the stairs. A dozen kitchen knives were placed on the ground, choking him like a turtle hanging by its neck.

The snipers stood in a row in front of Fang Zong. The captain, who looked to be in his twenties, gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and said with his head held high, "Zhou Peng, the sniper captain of the Leopard Vanguard Special Forces of the Second Military Region of Haifeng City, greets the commander! Assigned by the military region, we obey the orders of the relevant departments. If we accidentally injure innocent people, I am willing to accept military punishment!"

Well, he's taking the blame, protecting his own, and shielding his subordinates.

Fang Zong glanced at the sniper captain and noticed Zhou Peng's bronze face and well-defined muscles, but he was covered in hidden injuries. Although he was a soldier, he wouldn't be able to fight anymore by the time he was forty.

Other snipers are similar; they undergo rigorous training, enduring falls and tumbles, especially their fingers. As they age, even minor ailments can leave them unable to hold chopsticks.

These well-trained soldiers, who defend their country with their youth and passion... "Return to the unit!" Fang Zong ordered directly. After thinking for a moment, he added, "Transfer you and your men to the medical and logistical support team of the Ghost Killing Team in Shancheng. Give them a three-month leave."

Zhou Peng was stunned for a moment, but still held his head high and said, "Please give the order, Commander!"

"Eighty days to heal hidden injuries."

"What about the remaining ten days?" Zhou Peng was dumbfounded.

"Please give me your great sword."

A group of snipers: "..."

Then, Fang Zong looked at Gongsun Ke.

Gongsun Ke was a member of the Ghost Slayer Squad and a military general from the Eastern Kingdom. Fang Zong felt utterly innocent, having unwittingly provoked such a petty enemy; he truly didn't want to offend anyone.

"What do you suggest I do?" Fang Zong asked Gu Zizai.

"Hehe." Gu Zizai felt embarrassed.

Whether it's a petty enemy or a capable general, whoever gains the upper hand will definitely be killed to prevent future troubles.

But given his status, he couldn't kill him. What could Fang Zong do?

"How about we do as I just suggested?" Gu Zizai cautiously proposed, his knees wobbling as if they were about to buckle.

Fang Zong glared: "You're forcing me?"

"This is the best solution." Gu Ziyi said matter-of-factly, "You reattach his legs, I'll act as peacemaker, and this matter will be over. I'll try my best to control him so he won't cause you any more trouble. If he does dare to cause you trouble, I'll have a reason to kill him, won't I?"

"Heh." Fang Zong sneered, staring at Gu Zizai.

Gu Zizai insisted on his opinion, but his face was covered in cold sweat.

At this moment, Fang Zong stared at him.

He also stared at Fang Zong.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward, and even the cold wind seemed to freeze.

After a long silence, Fang Zong shook his head and said, "I will not leave this threat behind."

"Why?"

"Do you not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?"

As he spoke, Fang Zong took out the box that Gongsun Ke had sealed, his frozen legs. Without opening the box, he took out all the ghostly energy from the Yin-preserving wood and stuffed it all inside.

If he were to be harmed by a ghost, there are countless talented people in the Eastern Kingdom; perhaps someone could reattach Gongsun Ke's legs.

But this ghostly aura was something he had sensed; it was incredibly condensed, and removing it wouldn't be so easy.

"No! My leg!" Gongsun Ke screamed in agony.

Gu Zizai simply buckled at the knees, even with eight long swords at his neck, he still had to kneel.

He wanted to use his reputation to protect his people, and to use his reputation to force Fang Zong to let Gongsun Ke go!

"Xiao Ran!" Fang Zong suddenly said, "If he kneels down, kill him! Let's run!"

“Okay!” Li Xiaoran readily agreed.

Then, Gu Zizai's knees suddenly hardened, refusing to kneel no matter what. "Fang Zong..." he called out, looking over with a pitiful expression.

Fang Zong chuckled.

You have fame, I have righteousness.

Who is Li Xiaoran? He's an eight-armed demon, who says one thing and means another.

He said he would kill someone if they knelt before him, so Li Xiaoran's blade wouldn't have been delayed for even half a moment. If Gu Zizai continued to kneel, he would be forcing Fang Zong, Li Xiaoran, and Xue Nuo to leave.

Three warriors with demigod potential were forced to the opposite side of the Demon Slayer Corps, killed him, and became wanted criminals.

He couldn't bear such a crime even if he died!

Five minutes later, the ambulance arrived and took the unconscious Bai Su away.

Fang Zong and the others left, leaving Gu Zizai and Gongsun Ke, who was crippled for life, standing bewildered in the wind.

"My legs, waah, my legs!"

"I... Fang Zong!"

Filled with hatred and pain, Gongsun Ke was speechless; his pent-up resentment transformed into a name engulfed in flames.

Gu Ziyi was stunned, then slapped him across the face.

"If you can't behave properly, then stop making a fool of yourself in public!"

Gu Zizai, his face contorted with rage, punched and kicked Gongsun Ke: "When I brought you into the North China Branch, I told you you had no manners. You don't know who you are, or who others are! Who is Fang Zong? He's a military officer of the nation, a teammate in the Ghost Killing Squad, your comrade! You forced your way into his home, attacked his spirit, and ignored his parents' worries and fears. What kind of comrade are you?!"

"Your teammate's father is your father! Your teammate's mother is your mother! Your teammate is your brother or sister! Gongsun Ke, not only do you not know how to repent, but you also continue to be hostile to your teammates, making them worry that you will harm their innocent elderly parents, and making them wish they could kill you!"

"Gongsun Ke, you're like a pot of soup with a rotten apple!"

Gu Zizai was shouting and cursing wildly when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He shook his head and decided to ignore it.

He grabbed Gongsun Ke and dragged him away, then said, "Think it over slowly. When you figure it out, then you can be a decent human being again! If you don't figure it out, you'll spend your whole life crawling around guarding the pond!"

...

Gazing at the scenery, I recall past joys, pointing to the capital city, deep within, neither mist nor smoke.

Waking up in the hospital room, Bai Su looked at the snow-white walls, smelled the disinfectant in the hospital, and was still a little adorably dazed.

"Where is the person who saved me?" she asked the nurse.

The nurse smiled, made arrangements for Bai Su, went out, told the sniper on guard, and soon Fang Zong arrived.

Fang Zong looked at Bai Su with a smile.

Bai Su also looked at Fang Zong. She wasn't wearing her big black-rimmed glasses, and her hair was loose. She looked beautiful, with a slightly naive and innocent charm.

"Where's my phone?" Bai Su suddenly asked.

"Why do you need a cell phone?"

"I don't know how long I've been unconscious, and the novel still hasn't been updated."

Okay, you're dedicated.

Fang Zong remained silent and returned the phone to Bai Su.

He had already checked his phone and found nothing unusual, let alone anything like the 'Yin-Yang Road'.