Three hours later.
At Kun Sai's military camp, soldiers poured out in droves.
Countless small outposts mobilized their entire forces.
They began searching for Old Ninth, company by company.
The uninvited guest had thrown Mianbang's border into turmoil.
Thud, thud, thud.
Outside the military camp.
A neatly formed squad of soldiers marched over.
"Halt!"
A sentry stepped forward to stop them. "What are you doing? Why aren't you out searching for the man from the Dragon Kingdom?"
"These defenses..."
The squad's leader took off his sunglasses, revealing his artificial eye, all white.
"Heh, with security like this, I could eat, drink, shit, and sleep in this camp for a month without them finding me."
Behind False Eye, a square-faced man in an obviously ill-fitting uniform grinned.
The other men with them all looked disdainful.
Infiltration and assassination were their line of work.
To them, defenses of this caliber might as well not exist.
"We're Little White Tiger's demolition squad. I'm the squad leader, False Eye. Hello."
False Eye snapped off a salute.
The sentry froze, then recoiled in shock.
"You're..."
Smack.
Two large hands clamped over the sentries' mouths.
The square-faced man behind False Eye grinned. "Sir, look at me."
The square-faced man wore gold-rimmed glasses that looked utterly out of place with his bandit-like air.
Their eyes met, and green light shone in the square-faced man's eyes.
The sentries, who had been horrified a moment earlier, slowly lowered their guns, their gazes turning vacant.
"We're your countrymen. I'm your dad, I'm your dad. He's your grandpa, he's your grandpa. We're here to collect equipment..."
The square-faced man repeated the words over and over like an incantation.
The soldiers nodded continuously, their expressions stiff.
"You're my dad, you're my dad. He's my grandpa, he's my grandpa. You're our countrymen."
"All