Upon learning of the Iron Cavalry’s arrival, Yang Ming’s face lit up with joy. "Boss, who from the Iron Cavalry is here? Can they handle Lin Feng?"
"Have you heard of Duan Wuqing? Do you think he's Lin Feng's match?" Qinglong asked with a hint of amusement.
"What? Duan Wuqing from the Dali Duan clan? The Iron Cavalry's number one divine swordsman?" Yang Ming exclaimed in disbelief. Duan Wuqing's name was too renowned. He was an elite expert in the Iron Cavalry, particularly his modified Jianzhi technique, derived from the One-Yang Finger, which was both overbearing and mystical.
"That's right, Duan Wuqing has arrived at the unit. You should come back immediately," Qinglong said before hanging up the phone.
Yang Ming was ecstatic. Ignoring the pain in his body, he rushed back to the Dragon Unit without delay.
Back at the Dragon Unit, Yang Ming saw a tall man dressed in a white suit. The man had a clean-cut crew cut and striking dark, dense sword-like eyebrows. He was currently in the office, chatting with Ling Feiyan.
"You must be Officer Duan Wuqing, right?" Yang Ming, with a fawning smile, walked in without knocking.
Duan Wuqing cast a cold glance at Yang Ming, his displeasure evident. "Don't you know to knock before entering? Do people in the Dragon Unit lack such basic courtesy?"
"I, I am the captain of the Ming Unit. My name is Yang Ming," Yang Ming introduced himself, feeling a bit awkward.
"So what if you're a captain? If you can't manage yourself, how can you manage your subordinates? Are they all like you, lacking any manners?" Duan Wuqing’s words were like a sharp blade, relentless.
"Captain Yang, please have a seat first," Ling Feiyan intervened, trying to ease the awkwardness. Yang Ming obediently sat down.
"What happened to your face? Did you get beaten?" Ling Feiyan asked, noticing the bruises on Yang Ming's cheek.
"Feiyan, don't even mention it. Boss Qinglong asked me to go mend relations with Lin Feng. They didn't let me finish speaking before they hit me," Yang Ming said, rubbing his face with a hint of grievance.
"That Lin Feng is truly arrogant. Just because he has some skills, he acts lawlessly. Does he really think our Dragon Unit is afraid of him?" Ling Feiyan said indignantly. The thought of Lin Feng spanking her in public last time caused her cheeks to flush.
"Feiyan, I will handle this Lin Feng. With me here, even a dragon would have to lie down obediently," Duan Wuqing stated. "My main purpose for coming is that fellow Death God. His subordinate, Tombstone, has been in Qingcheng for many days. Do you have any news of him?"
Mentioning Tombstone, Duan Wuqing’s expression turned grim. He and Tombstone were sworn enemies, with comparable strength.
"Officer Duan, we are investigating Tombstone's whereabouts, but his counter-surveillance abilities are too strong. We cannot ascertain his movements. As for Death God, has he really come to Qingcheng?" Ling Feiyan asked excitedly. Death God was her idol, and she was eager to know more about him.
"I'm not sure, but since Tombstone is Death God's confidant, if he's here, Death God should not be far behind," Duan Wuqing said, reaching for a cigarette in his pocket. Yang Ming, ever the observant one, immediately took out his lighter, intending to help.
However, Duan Wuqing completely ignored Yang Ming. He snapped his fingers, and the cigarette spontaneously ignited.
"Holy cow, is this Jianzhi?" Yang Ming exclaimed, as if seeing something for the first time.
"Jianzhi?" Duan Wuqing chuckled, opening his palm to reveal a lighter flint.
"So you used a lighter to light your cigarette. I thought your Jianzhi was supposed to be impressive," Yang Ming said with disappointment.
Duan Wuqing's expression shifted slightly. "Captain Yang, it seems you are very curious about my Jianzhi. Then I shall satisfy you. Behold, the sword!" As he spoke, Duan Wuqing pointed a finger sharply at Yang Ming.
Yang Ming instinctively covered his face with his hands, expecting an impact, but nothing happened. Ling Feiyan was also puzzled, wondering what Duan Wuqing was doing.
But in the next second, both Yang Ming and Ling Feiyan were stunned. Behind Yang Ming, a hole the thickness of a finger appeared in the wall, with a dead fly at its edge.
"Damn, that's incredible!"
"Truly the Iron Cavalry's number one divine swordsman!" Yang Ming exclaimed, giving a thumbs-up, having now witnessed Duan Wuqing's prowess. Ling Feiyan was also shocked. Duan Wuqing's Jianzhi was like an enhanced bullet. If it had hit Yang Ming, he wouldn't even know how he died!