Han Feng laughed and pulled the three girls into his arms, kissing each of them on the cheek: "Alright, if you tease her any longer, she'll want to crawl into a hole in the ground." He twitched his nose, "What smells so good?"
"A breakfast made with love!" Su Wanwan proudly announced, "Although most of it was made by Sister Mengran..."
On the table sat golden fried eggs, perfectly toasted bread, fresh fruit salad, and a pot of steaming herbal tea. Just as Han Feng reached for a piece of bacon, Liu Mengran tapped his hand with a wooden spoon: "Go wash your hands!"
Breakfast proceeded amidst laughter and chatter. Su Wanwan vividly described how she had overheard "certain noises" the previous night, causing Dongfang Wantang to nearly bury her face in her plate; Liu Mengran considerately changed the subject, discussing the plan to deal with the aristocratic alliance tomorrow.
"Oh, right." Han Feng took a bite of toast. "I have to go to the base today to oversee Wang Hao's training; I need to take him with me on tomorrow's operation."
Su Wanwan immediately raised her hand: "I want to go too." Even Liu Mengran looked at Han Feng with hope.
"We'll see how things go tomorrow. Once everything's arranged, I'll take you there." Han Feng chuckled, clearly indicating that the two of them had already discussed it. "However, once we arrive, you'll have to follow my instructions."
Su Wanwan was so excited she almost jumped up: "Okay, got it!"
"I'll do a divination to find the best time to act tomorrow." Dongfang Wantang recovered somewhat from her shyness, and her professionalism immediately kicked in.
"Then I'll trouble you." Han Feng wiped his mouth. "You all should rest well at home today, and while you're at it..." He winked meaningfully, "...make some preparations to strengthen our direct communication."
These words made Dongfang Wantang blush again, while Liu Mengran and Su Wanwan curiously leaned closer: "Strengthen what kind of connection?"
"Secret~" Han Feng deliberately dragged out the tone, successfully earning three light punches.
After breakfast, Han Feng kissed each person goodbye in the entryway.
"Be careful." The three of them said in unison.
Han Feng gave an exaggerated salute: "Yes, madams!"
He was met with three cushions flying at him simultaneously. Laughing as he closed the door, Han Feng's smile gradually turned serious as he walked towards the garage. Tomorrow's operation was no small matter.
With a roar of the engine, the sports car sped towards the Longyuan base. In the rearview mirror, the three girls were still standing at the door, watching him go. No matter what he faced, he had to protect this home.
Muffled thuds echoed from the training room on the third basement floor of the Longyuan Base, interspersed with someone's pig-like screams. Han Feng stood outside the one-way glass, a slight smile playing on his lips. Through the glass, he could see Wang Hao being slammed onto the mat by Liu Xiaoran like a sandbag, only to immediately grimace and scramble to his feet.
"That's the 27th time." Chen Feng appeared beside him unnoticed, holding a clipboard. "This kid's got good tenacity."
Han Feng nodded. Wang Hao was covered in sweat, his training uniform soaked and clinging to his body, with a large bruise on his right cheek, but the fierceness in his eyes remained undiminished. Han Feng was very familiar with this look—it was the warrior's instinct that erupted when an ordinary person was pushed to their limit.
"How long has he been practicing?"
"From four in the morning until now," Chen Feng marked on the whiteboard, "I only rested for ten minutes to drink water in between."
Inside the training room, Wang Hao charged at Liu Xiaoran again. This time, he feinted, then suddenly changed direction and tried to choke her, but Liu Xiaoran slammed him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.
\"Bang!\"
"Cough cough... Again!" Wang Hao coughed twice, curled up, and struggled to get up again.
Han Feng pushed open the door and entered: "Ten-minute break."
Everyone immediately stood at attention. Wang Hao wiped the sweat from his face and turned around in surprise: "Brother Feng!" Then, because of the sudden movement, he aggravated his injury and winced in pain.
Han Feng tossed him a towel and an energy drink: "How are you? Still holding on?"
"Absolutely!" Wang Hao gulped down a large mouthful of his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing. "It's way more exciting than playing video games!"
Liu Xiaoran rarely showed a smile: "He's progressing very quickly. His basic combat skills have met the standards, and his weapon assembly and disassembly time is 1.3 seconds faster than the standard time."
"Really?" Han Feng raised an eyebrow. "Then we'll have to test it."
Wang Hao's face immediately fell: "Brother Feng, I just got thrown twenty-eight times..."
"Thirty times," Liu Xiaoran corrected.
Han Feng took off his jacket, revealing himself only in a black vest, and walked towards the training mat: "Come on, let me try it myself."
Wang Hao swallowed hard, but still assumed a defensive stance. Han Feng deliberately slowed his punches, giving him a chance to block. After a few rounds, Wang Hao gradually found his rhythm, even seizing an opening in Han Feng's defense to attempt a counterattack.
"Not bad." Han Feng easily deflected his attack, "But your lower body is still unstable."
Before he finished speaking, he swept his leg and knocked Wang Hao to the ground. However, this time Wang Hao rolled to absorb the force upon landing and quickly regained his footing.
"Beautiful!" Chen Feng clapped from the side.
Twenty minutes later, Wang Hao collapsed onto the mat, panting heavily, like a stranded fish. Han Feng, also covered in a thin layer of sweat, nodded in satisfaction: "Passed."
"Really?" Wang Hao sat up abruptly, his eyes shining brightly. "Then I can..."
"Don't get too excited yet." Han Feng gestured for everyone to gather around. The screen on the wall lit up automatically, displaying several architectural floor plans. "This is the target location for tomorrow's operation—'Green Pine Manor' in the northern suburbs. On the surface, it's a high-end club, but in reality, it's a hideout for those powerful families colluding with the Shangguan family."
As Han Feng operated the screen, the architectural floor plan on the display screen continuously switched angles, and the 3D model clearly showed every detail of "Qingsong Villa" - the main building, garden, underground passage, and even ventilation ducts were clearly marked.
"Tomorrow's operation. Our 'Reverse Scale Squad' is nominally supporting the Aristocratic Clan Alliance," Han Feng said, swiping his finger across the screen, highlighting several key points in red. "But in reality..." He looked at Wang Hao, "we're responsible for the outer perimeter blockade, ensuring no one escapes."
Wang Hao paused in his sweat-wiping motion: "Wait, Brother Feng, why don't we just fight our way in? With your strength..."
"A political issue," Chen Feng interjected, handing Wang Hao an encrypted document. "Although these families collude with overseas forces, they are still Chinese citizens on the surface. The actions of the aristocratic families alliance can be considered an 'internal purge,' but direct intervention by official forces..."
"It will cause an international dispute," Liu Xiaoran added coldly, "especially since they have certain 'special friends' standing behind them."
Wang Hao flipped through the documents, his expression growing increasingly grim: "These guys... they're actually selling gene samples overseas?" He looked up at Han Feng, "So our mission is..."
"Kill everyone who tries to escape." Han Feng's voice was terrifyingly calm. "Leave no one alive."
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