CHAPTER 1527: CHAPTER 1579: KING OF SPECIAL FORCES

The devil’s smile, oh no, it was the Golden Eagle’s smile. That slightly older mercenary had been a soldier for over ten years. After retiring, he started working as a mercenary, involved in wars, protection, and destruction. Now considered a demon, he was once a good soldier who defended his country and brought glory to the nation.

Back in the day, when his individual strength was at its peak, he had heard tales of the Golden Eagle. At that time, he was filled with disbelief, thinking how formidable an Asian, a yellow-skinned person, could be. Being a soldier relies on physical fitness; the body is the foundation of all strength. That’s why he was full of disbelief then. Later, after competing with other forces from his own country and being harshly taught a lesson, those veterans told him that even they couldn’t defeat the Golden Eagle. Competing with him was no joke.

So many people might not be enough to handle the Golden Eagle alone. Moreover, the Flying Hawk Squad, where the Golden Eagle was part of, was known for its superb teamwork, which was the strongest because each member of the squad had prodigious individual combat abilities.

The incident left a deep impression on this special forces soldier because, after being defeated, he thought those who beat him were already incredibly strong, yet they said that even combined, they might not be a match for the Golden Eagle. To what extent must the Golden Eagle’s strength be?

Now, he had the answer. With that nod from Li Yifei, the monster in front of him, throwing people like beanbags, confirmed his identity.

He was indeed the Golden Eagle, the former king of special forces, a man whom many countries gnash their teeth at in hatred, yet reluctantly acknowledge as ridiculously strong.

And today, Li Yifei proved that he truly was absurdly strong, taking down over thirty people single-handedly in a few minutes. Was he even human?

This veteran mused to himself. After struggling to stand up, seeing Li Yifei admit his identity, he instead felt a surge of strength, standing upright. Being taught a lesson by the Golden Eagle wasn’t something shameful, even if he was slightly older than the Golden Eagle.

On the contrary, it was a bit of an honor, perhaps something to boast about later.

On the other side, a young mercenary, after retiring, did not return home to marry and have children but went directly to the Middle East. He felt that deep down, he still loved the battlefield, preferring the iron-blooded life. So, he came. During his time as a soldier, he had heard of the Golden Eagle’s name and many stories about him, but he believed them to be rumors. In the era of firearms, personal bravery seemed ridiculous. Some might be lucky enough to survive a hail of bullets multiple times, but now a single missile could destroy several square kilometers or even a city. How could one individual be formidable enough to instantly move out of an explosion’s range?

Of course, he also believed personal strength to be important, but a bullet was enough to deal with the opponent.

Just now, he acted first, but before even making contact with Li Yifei, he was punched and sent flying by him. If he hadn’t crashed into the person behind him, he might have been even more embarrassed. Now, he felt as if he had broken a rib or two, but he could still stand up and move.

Indeed, some people can be this strong, single-handedly taking out a crowd without even breaking a sweat. Their clothes might not even get touched.

So that’s the Golden Eagle, the man who dominated the top position in the circle for years, a man from the East, with yellow skin, not exceptionally strong-built, yet terrifying enough.

So this was the Golden Eagle. The young mercenary felt a rush of hot blood surging through him. He was a borderless soldier; though his heart leaned towards his motherland while serving, after retiring, he took up the trade of killing for hire. In his eyes, there was no difference between his own countrymen and those from other countries.

His body trembled as a natural reaction upon seeing his idol, his heart racing, suddenly giving him newfound strength.

The Golden Eagle was indeed that formidable, his strength extraordinary. The young mercenary even felt like crying, as Li Yifei was so overwhelmingly powerful that he couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.

Two mercenaries who didn’t know the Golden Eagle or had never heard of his strength struggled to get up from the ground, their eyes filled with bewilderment as they looked at Li Yifei. A yellow-skinned man, who didn’t seem tall or possess great combat prowess, why was he so powerful?

The two were filled with confusion. Why? But the fact remained, Li Yifei single-handedly wiped out all of them.

These two had accepted it already. Although they were competing in close combat and not hot weaponry shooting, from observing the reactions and conversations of those around, they understood that they had just fought someone remarkable, even though it was a one-sided thrashing.

Sashar was slightly better off; he only found the words "Golden Eagle" especially familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere, but couldn’t recall it at the moment. However, a prince beside him suddenly shouted, leapt from his seat, and eagerly rushed to the stands, looking at Li Yifei with excitement.

If Li Yifei didn’t know that the prince posed no threat, he would have kicked him away earlier. He frowned as he watched the prince, who was so agitated he couldn’t speak for a while.

The prince suddenly saluted Li Yifei, bent down and bowed, then stood up straight and said excitedly, "Mr. Golden Eagle, it’s you, you were the one who saved me back then. Sob, I’m sorry, I’m too excited. I’ve been looking for Mr. Golden Eagle all these years, wanting to thank you in person!"

"Saved you?" Li Yifei asked.

The prince explained, "Yes, indeed, we were kidnapped by a group of terrorists, and you suddenly descended from the sky, wiped them out, and saved us."

Upon hearing this, Li Yifei remembered. He had indeed done that, saved many princes and princesses, but didn’t take it seriously at the time and didn’t expect to meet one of the people he rescued now.

Hearing the prince’s words, especially the other princes, they all remembered that kidnapping incident that had enraged the Dubai Royal Family and the entire UAE, leading to a cleanup operation that wiped out many organizations within and around the country. They ordered large organizations not to engage in terrorism within the UAE.

The ban initially worked very well, but over time showed signs of being abolished, otherwise how would the Anchor Organization dare to kidnap near the airport.

For many people, that incident was a big deal. Li Yifei looked at the little prince in front of him, who was crying tears of excitement, raised his hand, gently patted his shoulder, and said, "That was what I should have done. I was still a soldier at the time, and seeing such things, I couldn’t just watch you all being kidnapped."

The young prince cried harder, almost kneeling to kowtow to Li Yifei. At the time, those terrorists were the most brutal kind. Because their religious demands weren’t agreed to, they were deranged, genuinely willing to kill. The princes and princesses were terrified to the brink of insanity, and the terrorists even threatened UAE authorities during their escape, saying they’d shoot the princes and princesses if pursued, holding guns to their heads, leaving the kids unable to hold it together, crying tears like rain.

Li Yifei appeared in time, shot the terrorists dead, and rescued the people, but he left quietly afterward, hiding his merits and fame, never telling the princes and princesses who he was. It was only later that the Dubai Royal Family found out it was a Huaxia special forces soldier named Golden Eagle who happened to be on a mission there at the time and saved these princes and princesses.

Therefore, these princes and princesses were grateful to Li Yifei. They hadn’t had a chance to see him for all these years, so it’s no wonder the young prince was crying upon meeting Li Yifei again today.

This situation also rendered the previously furious prince unable to stay angry. He snorted a thick breath through his nostrils, rolled his eyes, and made a quiet gesture for the gun handlers outside to lower their weapons.

Initially, this prince had contemplated killing Li Yifei, secretly aiming at him, but listening to Li Yifei’s identity now, he gave up on the idea.

Li Yifei gave the prince a hug, patted his back, then turned his face toward the prince and smiled at him. This gave the prince a feeling that Li Yifei had noticed his secret act earlier. He awkwardly rubbed his nose, avoiding Li Yifei’s eyes.

Li Yifei didn’t take excessive action. The moment those people raised their guns, he sensed the killing intent, moved slightly, and hugged the little prince, who had already become a hostage. If those people dared to shoot, Li Yifei could only use the little prince as a human shield.

Fortunately, the other side put down their guns, and Li Yifei gave them a meaningful look.

The little prince looked at Li Yifei and said, "Mr. Golden Eagle... Uncle, my name is Omo. I’ll inform my sister. She’s been thinking about you all these years too."

"Alright." Li Yifei nodded gently, walked forward, passing through a group of saluting mercenaries of different nationalities who equally admired him, and step by step reached the princes, nodding at Sashar, who shuddered, waking up. He ran over, grabbed Li Yifei, and asked, "Are you really Golden Eagle? The legendary Golden Eagle?"

Li Yifei faintly smiled and said, "Perhaps."

The little prince patted his chest, excitedly saying, "My god, I was just taking a plane, and I met the king of special forces. Haha, no wonder, no wonder you talked about hunting beasts so vividly and in detail, I thought you were bragging then, no wonder even my pet guys become as meek as dogs around you."

"No, no, you have to give me an autograph. I remember that incident clearly. If it weren’t for you, my younger brothers and sisters might have been in trouble. Those damned religious extremists wouldn’t just extort money; it would have been a matter of royal face preservation."

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