Three days later.
A plane landed on Fei Island.
A group of Blond Hair and Blue Eyes Westerners stepped off the plane.
The man at their head looked about the same age as Old Man. His gaze was steady, and he wore a Western-style military uniform.
This was the delegation sent by the Alliance.
The man at the head held his head high and strode up to the person receiving them. "I'm Colonel Smith, in charge of these negotiations. Please take me to Commander Guan."
An hour later.
The Alliance negotiators strode arrogantly into the courtyard residence Fang Mu had prepared for Old Man.
Inside, the charcoal fire burned brightly.
Old Man, Zhou Zheng, and Xiao Yuan were happily eating roasted sweet potatoes.
Meanwhile, the captured Alliance pilot knelt in the snow outside the courtyard.
Smith's temper flared at the sight.
"So this is Commander Guan's hospitality. I've experienced it firsthand."
"When friends come, there's good wine." Without even looking up, Old Man prodded the sweet potatoes in the coals and smiled. "When enemies come, I'll kill them and bury them."
"Hmph."
With a dark expression, Smith walked into the room.
Xiao Yuan raised an eyebrow and looked at Ruan Lie.
Without a word, Ruan Lie drew his gun and fired.
The floor at Smith's feet burst apart. Though the shot was not enough to injure him, it stopped him in his tracks.
"Shoes off."
Ruan Lie swaggered forward. "Take your shoes off before you come in."
The Alliance delegation flushed red. Ruan Lie was clearly humiliating them, but under someone else's roof, they had no choice but to bow their heads.
Forcing down his anger, Smith walked up to Old Man.
He took out a report.
"This is Gold's Discharge Certificate. He left the military a year ago. The