"I hope you know what’s best for you and don’t make things difficult for us," Wolf Fang said coldly, staring at Xiang Yu.

They didn’t like Xiang Yu; if it weren’t for Wang Qian, they probably wouldn’t even bother with him.

"Alright, I won’t make things difficult for you," Xiang Yu said, then sat down in the middle of the yard.

About half an hour later, four individuals came out from inside and bid farewell to Wang Qian.

Wang Qian politely escorted the four individuals out.

"Stop! What are these four little Japanese dogs doing here?" Xiang Yu arrogantly said.

One of them finally couldn’t tolerate Xiang Yu’s provocation and clenched his fist, swinging at Xiang Yu.

Wang Qian quickly stepped up to stop him and, with a forced smile, said, "Don’t pay attention to him; he’s got a screw loose."

The four little Japanese exchanged suspicious glances, then made their way outside.

"Did I give you permission to leave?" Xiang Yu blocked their path and said.

"Xiang Yu, what do you think you’re doing?" Wang Qian said angrily with a frown.

"I’m not doing anything; I just don’t like the look of them."

The four Japanese men couldn’t speak the Chinese language, but they could understand Xiang Yu’s words.

One of them babbled on angrily, and could no longer resist swinging at Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu didn’t hold back either, stepping forward and gripping the man’s throat.

"Killing you is no different from killing a dog," Xiang Yu said coldly.

"Stop!" Wang Qian stepped forward and grabbed Xiang Yu’s arm, then said seriously, "Let go."

Xiang Yu locked eyes with Wang Qian, as the other three Japanese men pulled out guns and pointed them at Xiang Yu’s head.

The three of them babbled a bit; Xiang Yu couldn’t understand what they were saying, but he could guess they were telling him to let go.

In Xiang Yu’s eyes, Wang Qian saw unfamiliarity and suspicion, and her heart couldn’t help but ache.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you about this; they’re from the Japanese Volcano Group and are participants in this mission," Wang Qian explained.

"Volcano Group?" Xiang Yu repeated, then sneered, "They sure look like volcanoes."

Wang Qian wanted to say more, but Xiang Yu released the man and coldly said, "Get lost."

The four Japanese wanted to step forward and teach Xiang Yu a lesson, but Wang Qian stopped them.

Worried that Xiang Yu would cause more trouble, Wang Qian quickly saw the Japanese out.

When she returned and saw Xiang Yu still standing there, she felt apologetic and said, "I’m sorry, I didn’t discuss this with you."

"It’s not necessary," Xiang Yu said before heading towards the room.

"Xiang Yu, letting them join was a last-minute notice from above," Wang Qian explained.

Xiang Yu paused and then said, "No need to explain, I will leave this courtyard tomorrow, and we will act separately."

Wang Qian wanted to explain, but Xiang Yu had already entered the room.

The moment Xiang Yu faced the four Japanese men, she felt the intense killing intent emanating from him.

She didn’t know why, but one thing was certain, she couldn’t let Xiang Yu see those four again.

Xiang Yu didn’t blame Wang Qian; it was just that innately, he harbored an intense hatred for the Japanese.

The next morning, before dawn, Xiang Yu left the courtyard, having made things abundantly clear to Wang Qian. Whether she listened or not was no longer his concern.

The military parade was imminent, so he took a cab to the capital’s downtown area.

Everywhere, the city was filled with a festive atmosphere as everyone looked forward to the parade.

Meanwhile, the police and military were tensely standing by on the front lines.

Xiang Yu found a seven-star hotel in the city center and stayed on the top floor.

Standing before the glass, the entire capital was in full view; Xiang Yu felt a rush of emotions at this moment.

With two days left until the parade, other organizations must have already begun their operations, right?

As Xiang Yu stood there lost in thought, his phone rang. It was Wang Qian calling.

"What’s up?" Xiang Yu asked bluntly.

"About yesterday..."

"No need to say anything, I understand," Xiang Yu interrupted.

"Are you all ready? The operation starts in two days. There can’t be any mistakes," Wang Qian asked.

"I advise you to follow what I suggested, or you’ll be in danger," Xiang Yu warned.

"Don’t worry about me, we’re ready and just waiting for the parade," Wang Qian confidently replied.

"Very well, I wish you success," Xiang Yu said and hung up the phone.

At such a critical time, Xiang Yu couldn’t divulge everything to Wang Qian. After all, the operation hadn’t started; if the information leaked, other organizations could easily withdraw.

Wang Qian sighed while holding the phone, as if an invisible wall had come between her and Xiang Yu.

Another day passed quickly. In the morning, Xiang Yu took a long, hot shower.

By the time he was dressed and ready, it was already 9:00 AM.

Not only international organizations, even China’s military must have mobilized by now.

Xiang Yu stood at the window of the seven-star hotel, looking outside.

At 10:30 AM, China’s military suddenly moved. They acted quickly, with no prior warning.

These were the best soldiers China had, fully armed and divided into many groups, moving out in all directions.

On the rooftop of a building a distance away from the city center, someone was stationed with a long-range cannon beside him.

From this vantage point, one could easily aim at the parade center.

As that person was adjusting the cannon, a squad suddenly rushed up.

The troops, fully armed, were carrying uniformed assault rifles.

Without a word, they opened fire on the individual.

Simultaneously, ten people threw knives.

The guns were equipped with silencers; there was some noise, but not loud enough to be heard far away.

The person barely had time to react before he was riddled with bullets, blood flowing everywhere.

Four people then hurried over, placing the body in a body bag.

Others cleaned up with water.

In less than three minutes, the rooftop was restored to its original state as if nothing had happened.

The citizens below remained oblivious to what had transpired, busy with their own activities.

Simultaneously, similar incidents occurred on other rooftops.

The military didn’t give anyone a chance to speak, shooting them on sight and cleaning up efficiently.

Xiang Yu, high above, observed the situation and had anticipated this, though not that the top brass would act so decisively.

In many corners of the city, such situations unfolded. China’s military was clearing obstacles for the safety of tomorrow.

In that moment, Xiang Yu thought of Wang Qian, wondering if she was safe.

But just as Xiang Yu lost himself in thought, a sudden sense of danger struck him...