Seeing Song Yun locked in the iron cage and daring to ignore him, Boli was furious and planned to kill Song Yun directly. He raised the gun pointed at Song Yun’s legs and aimed at Song Yun’s body, pulling the trigger.

"Die for me!"

Boli roared.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The continuous gunfire rang out, some hitting the iron cage, making clanging sounds and sparking off.

However, inside the iron cage, Song Yun suddenly disappeared.

"Where is he?"

Boli stared and saw that the thick iron bar of the cage had been forcibly torn open.

"How is this possible?"

Boli’s face changed dramatically, unable to believe his eyes.

He had seen powerful people before, but someone who could bend such thick steel bars had terrifying strength.

"Boli, you’re really naive. If I could be caught by you so easily, how could I continue to survive?"

Song Yun’s icy voice sounded, coming from above the iron cage.

The crowd looked and saw Song Yun standing on top of the cage, looking down as if everything was under his control.

"F**k, bastard, kill him, kill him!"

Boli roared, ordering the mercenaries in the room to shoot at Song Yun.

Seeing everyone aim at him, Song Yun didn’t move. Instead, his mouth curled into a disdainful sneer.

At that moment, there was a loud bang, and the window in the room was kicked open. A figure burst in; it was Little Sword God.

Everyone reflexively turned around, only to see a flash of a sword. Before they could react, Little Sword God swung his long sword, taking down one mercenary with each swing, instantly killing four mercenaries prepared to shoot.

Song Yun leaped down from the iron cage, attacking Boli.

Boli threw away his weapon for close combat; it would only be a burden to him.

As the leader of the Sun Mercenary Group, known as the West Africa Mercenary King, his strength was exceptional, with formidable combat power.

After blocking one of Song Yun’s attacks, he shouted outside, "Quick, Song Yun has escaped the cage, come and support!"

Boli had ambushed over two hundred men in this command center to deal with Song Yun.

Though he was strong in combat, having dominated West Africa for many years with no rivals, he had long been accustomed to a life of luxury and reluctant to fight personally.

So at this moment, he called others to besiege Song Yun.

But after shouting, there was silence outside, without a single sound.

At this moment, a mercenary with broken arms staggered to the doorway, shouting to Boli, "Leader, we’ve been amb... ambushed."

As soon as the words fell, the mercenary collapsed due to excessive blood loss.

Little Sword God stood aside calmly, "Boli, I have already dealt with your ambushers."

"What, how can this be!"

Boli’s face showed shock; it was supposed to be his ambush against Song Yun, but now it was like this, all beyond his expectations.

Wolf King and Little Sword God are that powerful?!

Boli grew timid, already weaker than Song Yun, he was now even more disadvantaged.

In less than ten moves, Song Yun seized the opportunity and kicked Boli away, grabbing the Nine-colored Flower clenched in Boli’s hand.

Boli was thrown into the sofa in the room, and two women lying on the sofa cried out in fear and quickly dodged.

Bang.

The sofa collapsed from the impact, with springs bursting out.

"Se... Nine-colored Flower!"

Boli looked unwillingly at the Nine-colored Flower in Song Yun’s hand. As his vitality gradually faded away, he hoped to get the Nine-colored Flower.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he breathed his last.

This mercenary king, who had dominated West Africa, could have continued to live well in the chaos here, but unfortunately, he caught Song Yun’s attention.

"Is this the Nine-colored Flower?"

Little Sword God holding his sword approached Song Yun and asked, looking at the glass bottle in his hand.

"Yes."

Song Yun nodded, put away the Nine-colored Flower, and turned his gaze to Turison, who was trying to sneak away, saying coldly, "Stop right there."

Turison shivered, with a forced smile, "Lord... Lord Wolf King, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have sold your information to Boli. Boli is a damn bastard, he deserves to die."

With that, Turison ran to Boli’s corpse and kicked it twice.

This behavior made Song Yun feel sick.

Song Yun said coldly, "I’m giving you an account now; transfer all your money to it immediately, or I will kill you now."

Upon hearing this, Turison’s face fell immediately.

He had been a broker in Africa for many years, and despite his extravagance, he had saved up hundreds of millions of US Dollars.

Now, because he had angered Song Yun, he was about to be cleaned out.

But compared to his life, what was money worth?

Song Yun gave Turison a bank account, and Turison immediately transferred the money over.

Though it was already midnight, Turison was an important client and had a dedicated manager to serve him. After ten minutes, the transfer was completed.

"You’d better behave yourself from now on."

Song Yun told Turison, then left the command center of the Sun Mercenary Group with Little Sword God.

Watching their backs, Turison felt a rush of fear.

He had sold Song Yun’s information to Boli for five million dollars, but in the end, he lost all his savings instead.

More importantly, the strength of Wolf King and Little Sword God was too great. They easily entered the command center and dealt with Boli, making Turison wonder if the information he had was wrong if he severely underestimated the strength of Wolf King and Little Sword God.

Song Yun and Little Sword God left the command center and headed south of the base to rendezvous with Juan Mao and Master Bei.

Little Sword God asked, "Brother Yun, Turison tricked us. Why didn’t you kill Turison?"

Song Yun’s face showed a playful smile, "He violated the broker’s rules. Once we spread the news tomorrow, so many people will cause him trouble, and those who were tricked by him before will certainly want to kill him. By then, he will only be able to run for his life everywhere. This will make him suffer more than killing him."

"Uh, you are really... cunning."

Little Sword God thought about it, finally using the word cunning.

Song Yun laughed, "As long as I’m not cunning to you guys."

Soon, they arrived at the south side of the base.

Seeing them, Juan Mao and Master Bei immediately asked, "How did it go, did you get it?"

"Done, let’s go."

Song Yun waved the Nine-colored Flower in his hand, then got into the truck.

Then Abyss’s people began to suppress the Sun Mercenary Group with gunfire, and dozens of vehicles gradually drove away.

Meanwhile, the mercenaries on the Sun Mercenary Group’s side, unaware that their leader Boli had been killed, continued to act according to the previous plan without pursuit, just cowering within the base.

And what happened this night, once revealed tomorrow, will surely cause great chaos.