Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

Yuan Zhisheng held a Japanese "Mild Seven Stars" cigarette in his mouth, unlit. Like a rampaging whale shark, the massive black Gulfstream slid down the runway, dragging a piercing roar. The gusts of wind whipped Yuan Zhisheng's black windbreaker, but he simply watched the black behemoth crashing toward him.

As the fuselage approached the Humvee, its speed remained terrifying. For the final fifty meters, the steel beast's engines blasted back a violent stream of blue-orange flames. The massive fuselage whipped up a scorching wind that whipped Yuan Zhisheng's hair back. The intense flames threatened to pierce his face, and the soft, seven-star cigarette butt at the corner of his mouth was already sparking, yet he remained unmoved, even expressionless.

Three long, charred tracks were left on the cinder runway. The black nose of the Gulfstream plane almost covered the roof of the Hummer. Yuan Zhisheng was sitting on the bumper in front of the Hummer. The scene was like a confrontation between a man and a mechanical monster. He was just a little bit away from being run over by this huge steel beast.

"Damn, you're crazy!" Sleipnir's pilot made an international "friendly" gesture through the window.

The other side couldn't have known that the Gulfstream's engines had a reverse function, because no normal aircraft would travel in the opposite direction. If the Sleipnir had run over Gen Chisheng and the Humvee, there would have been no chance of him surviving! No wonder they call the Japanese branch a bunch of lunatics! Just one step back would open up the horizon, and you'd be safe and I'd be at peace, but these gangsters, embracing Yakuza culture, refused to budge, willingly gamble their lives on courage, as if they were the only ones in the world possessing this precious quality. A life without risking one's life is incomplete, and they frequently threaten to commit seppuku!

The pilot didn't dare to argue with the lunatic. Who knew if these gangster lunatics got mad, they would pull out submachine guns from under their windbreakers and shoot at him. He was just a pilot with a stable job and a happy life. He didn't want to be shot as soon as he landed and die in a foreign land.

What the pilot didn't realize was that not only Genjisei, but even his subordinates, Sakura, Crow, and Yasha, stood still. They represented the stance of the Japanese branch. In their eyes, the guys at headquarters were a bunch of cowardly children. If you were scared and hid when a bunch of brats flew towards you, it would be shameful.

"Hey, actually I was scared. I had been driving for such a long time without peeing, and I almost couldn't hold it in just now!" The crow said cowardly words, but his face looked indifferent.

"If you can't help it, you can pee in your pants and no one will laugh at you," said Yaksha.

Ying turned her head and gave them a cold look, and the two idiots immediately shut up.

Still clinging to Gen Chisheng's lips, he watched the hatch open calmly. He didn't exert pressure, yet an icy aura emanated from him. Father Masamune had said he possessed the Evil Eye. Anyone confronted by him would feel as if they were facing a Ming Wang, his mere intimidation likely crippling them. But he didn't intend to conceal his strength today. Bloodline ratings, talent, and family background were of no use here; the Japanese branch recognized only the strong. If those so-called ace specialists from headquarters couldn't even look him in the eye, then they couldn't expect him to treat them with courtesy.

Only the strong deserve to have the right to speak, and the weak should just obey. If he disagrees, then he has to endure it, whether it means lighting a cigarette for him, being thrown into the family dungeon, or being teased by the crows. If he can't endure it, then he should just go back to his ivory tower and live a cowardly life and never come to Japan again.

The hatch had been open for a while, but no one had emerged. Given the Sleipnir's sudden surges and sudden stops, the people inside were probably still dazed and disoriented. Perhaps they'd vomited up all the acid in their stomachs and were paralyzed by fear, waiting for someone to come in and help them walk.

A cold smile curved Yuan Zhisheng's lips. He wasn't in a rush. Since these people had ruined his vacation, waiting here to watch the headquarters' top specialist make a fool of himself would be a nice sideshow.

The sound of metal clashing came from the lowered gangway, as if someone in heavy armor was walking?

The first thing that caught my eye was a knight's heavy sword, the Sword of Rebellion, its hilt a dazzling gold and its blade a deep crimson. Wielding the sword was a tall, imposing figure, clad in gleaming golden armor. His long, golden hair was combed back, and two enormous golden earrings dangled from his earlobes. He planted the Sword of Rebellion on the ground, striking a remarkably upright pose.

He was arrogant, domineering, and overbearing, and his broad palms seemed to be able to hold all the power in the world!

Yuan Zhisheng widened his eyes. Is this... Gilgamesh?

Another figure followed closely behind. It was a warrior with long blue hair. His snow-white uniform was open at the chest, revealing his muscular build. He wore a blue culottes. A sharp sword, sheathed in a black sheath, was slung across his waist.

He is deep and cold, and the sword at his waist seems to be able to cut off everything in the world once it is unsheathed.

Gen Chisei was shocked... for the second time! By this time-traveling Tachibana Ukyo!

Then came the third figure, also a swordsman. His long orange hair was tied back, and his angular face was marked by two intersecting scars in an X-shaped pattern. A loose orange samurai uniform draped over his straight shoulders, the hem of his white culottes swaying with his movements. He stepped forward in white socks and wooden clogs, the slender black scabbard at his waist bobbing with each step.

He gathered his sleeves together, his expression like that of an ancient wanderer, free and unrestrained.

Kenshin Himura is here too... Gen Chisei didn't know what expression to make and was speechless.

"It's so dark. Don't Japanese airports turn on the lights at night? This can't be considered economical. How stingy!" Gilgamesh complained.

"The wind is a bit strong." Tachibana Ukyo said, "Do we really have to dress like this?"

"The principal stuffed it under each of our seats, saying it was a gift for us, asking us to adapt to the local customs. And to prove that he has a passionate heart that is no less than that of the young people, he specially picked out the most fashionable ones that best suit our temperament for us." Rurouni Kenshin explained.

"We've adapted to the local customs, but why don't we see any girls in gorgeous kimonos or maid outfits? At the very least, there should be a group of girls holding flowers, cheering and lining the streets to greet us and escort us to our special car. At least it should match my outfit as the 'Hero King'." Gilgamesh said as a matter of course.

"I thought it was men in black suits standing in two rows bowing," Tachibana Ukyo said expressionlessly but seriously, "That's how it's played in the movies."

Gen Chisei's hair was disheveled by the sea breeze and he couldn't utter a word. He'd seen idiots before; Crow and Yasha were two classic examples. He'd thought he was immune to them, until today, when he'd seen these three... idiots to the extreme! He couldn't find a single curse word to describe them! Did they think they were a cosplay group descending on Akihabara?

From what these three were saying, it seemed like they thought wearing cosplay costumes to Japan was enough to fit in with the local customs? Were their impressions of Japan limited to the clichéd anime culture? Girls in gaudy kimonos? And men in black lining the streets to greet them? He'd thought headquarters might have sent them three losers, but he hadn't expected them to be so completely useless... They hadn't even bothered to try to hide their idiocy!

Yuan Zhisheng was furious. He felt it necessary to let these idiots who came from afar understand the fierce style of the Japanese branch and what it meant to truly "when in Rome, do as the Romans do"!

Until Tachibana Ukyo looked around at the dark environment and noticed his presence, then glanced at him lightly.

The pair of never-extinguishing golden eyes were intimidating enough, and the effect of Chu Zihang's recent baptism by the dragon blood of the three dragon kings had not yet dissipated, making his gaze extremely oppressive.

With just one glance, the domineering and surging dragon might followed his gaze and met Yuan Zhisheng's. In less than a second, the majesty of those evil eyes, like the Mingwang, was instantly shattered, and Yuan Zhisheng almost lost his balance and fell off the Hummer's bumper.

The director of the Japanese branch's executive bureau had never encountered such a situation before, and the pressure he was so proud of was reduced to ashes in less than a single round!

Chapter 182 The Miserable Defeat of Yuan Zhisheng

Gilgamesh dragged his luggage, his gleaming golden armor clanking. He had the most stuff of the three, and he was so busy struggling with the heavy armor and the mountain of suitcases that he apparently ignored the presence of Gen Chisheng, the Director of the Executive Bureau, and focused on stuffing his luggage into the back seat of the Hummer.

"Didn't they arrange for anyone to help us carry our luggage?" Gilgamesh complained to himself. "I even prepared a tip, but no one gave me one."

Compared to the grumbling Gilgamesh, Tachibana Ukyo, who had given Gen Chisei a show of strength upon exiting the plane, was far more reserved. His luggage was minimal, having been packed on a single round trip, his suitcases and travel bags neatly stacked in the Hummer's trunk. He then stood quietly not far away, gazing out at the bleak night sea in silence, his thoughts unfathomable. His back resembled that of a lonely knight.

What baffled Gen Chisheng the most was the man dressed as Kenshin Himura. As he moved his luggage, his gaze remained fixed on him, observing him without a pause. Those dark eyes, like two bottomless black holes, constantly reflected his image, and Gen Chisheng felt as if he were being sucked in!

Damn it, these guys were even more… cunning, so much weirder than any enemy he'd ever encountered! He tried to figure out what was going on in their heads, but he found he couldn't figure it out at all! He'd never seen anyone like them before; their behavior seemed to defy human logic!

He forced himself to calm down and recalled the resumes of these three people in his mind.

"Gilgamesh" is Caesar Gattuso, the president of the student union of Kassel College, the heir of the Gattuso family, a playboy among playboys, extravagant and extremely narcissistic, a tall, rich and handsome man suffering from the late stage of the second syndrome.

"Tachibana Ukyo" is Chu Zihang, the Lionheart Club's president and the executive team's top specialist. A taciturn yet incredibly violent man, he always creates earth-shattering spectacle on every mission. His bloodline and violent execution nearly led to his expulsion from the school board.

"Kenshin Himura" is Lu Mingfei, the only active "S" rank player in Cassel. He is highly regarded by Principal Angers, and even during his freshman year, he broke the Executive Department's "mission completion" record, a record previously held by Chu Zihang, who is rumored to be a fellow apprentice. All other details about him are kept strictly confidential.

Gen Chisheng came to his senses and turned to look at this terrible team. He didn't know why Ange had brought these three "very unique" guys together, but remembering what Mr. Masamune once said, "Ange's judgment of people is never wrong," he took a deep breath and put away his contempt.

After Caesar stuffed his mountain of luggage into the Hummer, he finally noticed Yuan Zhisheng and the smoldering, almost-burned Soft Seven Stars cigarette in his hand. Caesar puffed the thin cigarette out of Yuan Zhisheng's hand, tossing it into the sea breeze. He then slapped a screw-capped aluminum tube of Cuban Partagas cigar into his hand. "Stop smoking those women's cigarettes. Try this. It smokes and burns perfectly."

Seeing that Yuan Zhisheng was still not moving, Caesar took an exquisite windproof lighter from his hand as if he knew what was going on. It was a Zippo 75th anniversary commemorative model and was very valuable.

He patted Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder vigorously, with an elder brother-like encouragement in his ice-blue eyes, saying, "You must learn to smoke men's cigarettes, don't let me down by giving you a personal lighter." Then he turned around and rummaged through his suitcase.

The Soft Seven Stars had been blown away by the sea breeze. Yuan Zhisheng looked down at the luxurious cigar and expensive lighter in his palm, and the mental preparation he had just put up was instantly shattered.

Caesar accepted the brightest tulip from Sakura's hand and gave her a small obsidian statuette of Athena in return. He glanced at Crow and Yasha again, his brow furrowed slightly. He had clearly not anticipated so many male attendees would be meeting him at the airport. He had prepared many gifts for beautiful women, but not so many for men.

He glanced at his suitcase and travel bag, then clapped his hands, stuffed the huge sword of Guaili on the suitcase into Crow's hand, and stuffed the golden and noble armor to Yaksha, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

Crow and Yaksha looked at each other. These two chatterboxes from the Japanese branch didn't know what to say.

"It seems like this car can't accommodate everyone? Didn't anyone inform you that it would be better to send a connecting car to check in your luggage?" Caesar looked at the trunk and back seat that were stuffed full of their luggage.

"There's another car parked nearby." Yuan Zhisheng winked at Crow and Yasha, and they quickly left. At the same time, he also realized that this idiot from headquarters probably mistook him for the hotel's shuttle driver.

He breathed in the cool sea breeze, suppressing the rage within him. He bowed and introduced himself, "My name is Yuan Zhisheng, a 2003 graduate of Kassel College's advanced training program. I'm here to welcome you all to Japan on behalf of our Japan branch. Welcome everyone to Japan."

Chu Zihang nodded slightly in greeting, then closed his eyes and rested his mind while holding his long sword.

Caesar waved as a greeting and said indifferently, "I know you Japanese have a lot of stupid rules, but in front of me, there's no need to go through all that trouble. You can skip the self-introduction process. Let's drive."

In Caesar's opinion, it would be inefficient for the driver to introduce himself and exchange pleasantries just to pick him up at the airport. He should just focus on driving. He didn't mean to look down on the driver in the slightest. The young master of the Gattuso family never looked down on specific people. Except for a few people, he didn't take anyone else seriously.

Only Lu Mingfei acted like a normal person. He replied to Yuan Zhisheng seriously, "Hello, senior." Then he turned into that weird look of staring at him, making Yuan Zhisheng wonder if a flower had bloomed on his face.

Yuan Zhisheng took another deep breath, fearing his anger would erupt like a erupting Mount Fuji. He picked up a document and handed it to Caesar, "Caesar Gattuso, you are the leader of this team, right? This document requires your signature."

The document was entirely in Japanese, with no translation. Caesar glanced at it casually, unable to understand a single word. He didn't understand Japanese. The only person in the group who did was Lu Mingfei, who had taken Japanese classes and studied on his own, but his level was probably not good enough to decipher such a densely written document word for word.

"Is this... the bill for the airport pick-up and hotel? Can I pay it with a check? My credit card is stuck in the corner of some suitcase and it's hard to find." Caesar asked.

"No, this is the disclaimer and the plan for the disposal of your remains. This mission is very risky, and the Japanese branch cannot guarantee your safety 100%. If you unfortunately die, your remains will be airlifted back to your respective hometowns." Yuan Zhisheng had a blank expression.

He scanned the eyes of Caesar and the other two, trying to detect fear or panic. He wanted to remind these insensitive boys that this was a dangerous mission, not some fun game. They were dealing with death, and if they weren't careful, they could lose their lives. How could they still smile after knowing their predicament?

"Yes, you've been very thorough. I don't like having a memorial service in Japan; the atmosphere is too solemn." Caesar graciously took the document and began writing. His handwriting flowed like a celebrity signing a signature to a fan. "Just ship me back to Portofino. Memorial services back home aren't so solemn. I'd like a more cheerful funeral."

His tone did not seem to be about signing a body shipping agreement, but rather inviting Yuan Zhisheng to consider going to his hometown to hold a happy funeral in the future.

"Let me sign for him. He's my senior. We're from the same hometown and went to the same high school." Lu Mingfei pointed at the sleeping Chu Zihang. "But if you want to save money, you can just bury us under a random cherry tree. I don't think my senior would mind... No, it's best to ship him back. His mother is waiting for him at home."

Yuan Zhisheng put away the documents, his face covered in dust and dirt, as if he had lost a battle, and a crushing defeat.

"Although you didn't arrange for girls in kimonos and men in black to line up to welcome us, at least you are considerate and consider the fate of our bodies." Caesar patted Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder in a friendly manner.

Yuan Zhisheng's chest heaved violently. He hated being touched, but this was the second time in just five minutes, and it was by a shaggy, perfumed Italian man. He wanted to shove him away and yell, "Who do you think you are? Stop using that bossy tone of 'You're doing okay, but it's still not what I expected. I look forward to your improvement!'" He also wanted to punch that utterly self-righteous man in the face. Seeing his nose bleed might just give him a little relief.

But he couldn't do it, because although the other person smiled brightly like an idiot, there was no malice in them. So he began to convince himself that these people were all mentally ill, and if he argued with a mentally ill person, he would be infected with mental illness himself. He should be as gentle and patient as possible when treating patients.

"Until the mission is over, I will be responsible for everything for you. Please take care of me." Yuan Zhisheng tried hard to force a smile.

"Senior Yuan Zhisheng, how many girlfriends have you had?" Lu Mingfei suddenly asked from the back seat. This was a question he was quite curious about, after all, it wasn't mentioned in the book.

"What kind of question is that?" Genjisheng shuddered suddenly, a chill running from the base of his buttocks to the top of his head. He'd long felt that there was something wrong with the way this guy was staring at him, and now he was asking such a personal question right after they met? As a man of the Amaterasu Fate, he rarely feared anything, but now, glancing through the rearview mirror at the man who seemed so interested in him, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"If it's not convenient to answer, forget it. I'm just asking casually. Don't think too much about it." Lu Mingfei waved his hand casually and sat back in his seat.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the man who made him tremble and yet acted nonchalantly. Could this be... teasing?

Shouldn't I have come? I should have let Crow and Yasha take full charge. If I had cast these three strange creatures into concrete piles, let them dry, and then sunk them into the Sea of ​​Japan... maybe they would have contributed to society. Gen Chisheng felt a little regretful.

Suddenly, a series of short, sharp sounds rang out from behind, deafening, like thousands of long pipes blaring simultaneously in all directions. They were sirens. Then came a dazzling beam of light, stretching in a long, luminous strip along the distant highway, encircling the salt flats of the coastline where the black Hummer was.

"Black Hummers, please take note! You are surrounded! We are the police from Kanagawa Prefecture. Some of you are suspected of violent crimes. Please stop where you are and be inspected. Do not try to resist. We are all equipped with guns and ammunition!" The voice amplified hundreds of times by the loudspeaker covered the entire salt marsh, and the speaker's tone was excited and indignant.

"Is this the entertainment you've prepared?" Caesar pulled a pair of binoculars from his travel bag and peered in. "What's next? An extreme escape? Breaking out from a siege of dozens of police cars and barrages of bullets? Wow! And there's a Remington 700 sniper rifle too. Pretty exciting!"

Yuan Zhisheng twitched his lips. Would someone deliberately hire dozens of police cars, hundreds of guns, and heavy sniper rifles to point at his head for a show? He looked at the passenger seat and asked, "Ying, have Crow and Yasha driven my car recently?"

"Well, just last night, they left at 2:30 in the morning and returned at 5:00. They burned down a host club in downtown Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture. The host club was run by a Russian. Every month, a dozen men were transported from abroad to the club. Host clubs are not as profitable as nightclubs, so those men need to pay for the smuggling fees with more specialized services. Those who resist are secretly dealt with." Sakura explained, "Crow's friend in Yokohama went to investigate but was beaten and thrown out. His friend asked for help from the main family. When Crow found out, he seemed very angry and called Yasha along."

It sounds like the real-life version of the fish-man hero Fisher Tiger in One Piece rescuing slaves from the Celestial Dragons... Lu Mingfei thought that these two guys were a little more righteous than he thought.

"That's all?" Yuan Zhisheng asked calmly. The Japanese National Police Agency generally didn't interfere in gang fights, so there must be other reasons for the high-profile wanted notice.

"The host club only rented floors three through five of the building. As you know Yasha's style, he felt it would be too much trouble to set fire to each floor one by one, so he drove several half-dead cars into the building, doused them in kerosene, and set them on fire, destroying the entire seven-story building," Sakura said. "The top floor of the building was the Shinto Association's Yokohama venue, and it was completely destroyed."

"Those two idiots! Couldn't they investigate thoroughly before setting the fire? Having anything to do with religion will easily get reported to the media! The family's reputation will be affected!" Yuan Zhisheng scolded angrily.

"Even if the investigation is thorough, it shouldn't affect their actions. They don't seem to believe in anything. As long as they don't burn their ancestral graves, they probably dare to burn anywhere." Ying said.

"Forget it, it's already burned down. I'll just give those believers a bigger house as compensation." Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand. "But if they dare to tell the media about this, I'll burn them down along with their new house next time."

Chapter 183 Jun Yan Pioneering

Gen Chisheng made the most violent threats in the calmest tone, seeming to be accustomed to such situations.

Caesar glanced at him in surprise. The tone didn't sound like something someone without status would say. It seemed the other party wasn't just there to pick him up at the airport?

"These are really nothing. The Russians dared to ignore the family rules because they bribed the chief of police at the Yokohama City Police Department," Ying said. "So that night, after Crow and Yasha set fire to the host bar, they..."

She glanced at Caesar and the others, hesitating whether to continue.

"Damn it, did they kill the sheriff?" Yuan Zhisheng's face changed. "Or did they set fire to the police headquarters as well?"

"It's not that serious. They are not terrorists. They are just a little... perverted." Ying found that she couldn't argue anymore.

"It's fine as long as they didn't do anything too outrageous." Yuan Zhisheng breathed a sigh of relief. "So what did they do? Turn the sheriff into a concrete pile? Strip him naked and parade him through the streets? Or feed him something 'unclean'?"

"None of them," Ying said. "The guest list of the host club that night included the mistress of the deputy chief of the National Police Department and the chief's sister. They were both regular customers. After the host club burned down, the two women pointed at Crow and Yasha in the crowd and cursed, saying that they had ruined their grand night. Crow and Yasha smiled at each other and said, "Then you can enjoy your grand night." Then they tied the two women up in vacuum bags and placed them on the hood of the Hummer, poured soy sauce all over them, turned them into dinner plates, and filled them with salmon and cheese balls, inviting passers-by to taste them and comment on them. Of course, some onlookers took pictures, and the license plate of the Hummer was also photographed. It will probably be recorded by the entire Kanagawa Prefecture Police Department."

"Damn it... He's a pervert, and he's actually one of my men!" Yuan Zhisheng slapped the steering wheel. "What's the point of this stupid move? Is it just to satisfy their disgusting taste? Can't they just cut off a finger and get out of here?"

Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched... Those two are indeed perverts, aren't you also a violent person? Can you please stop laughing at others when you're not?

"Boss, boss!" a male voice boomed over the intercom. A black Nissan GT-R sports car approached from a short distance, circling the black Hummer like a hedgehog courting a mate. "When I drove over here just now, I saw over a hundred police cars along the way. It seemed like quite a large force. What did you do to provoke them? You're not going to blow up the National Police Agency without us, are you?"

The person in charge of the intercom is Crow, and the one driving is Yaksha. He is drifting around Yuan Zhisheng and others on this rugged salt flat. These two guys seem to be always so cheerful.

"How dare you ask? It's just what you two idiots did last night!" Yuan Zhisheng roared into the intercom. If conditions allowed, he would have wanted to punch him in the face. "Why did you come back after seeing this? Your car isn't being tracked."

"We thought you were in big trouble, but it turns out it was just because of those two ugly women yesterday?" Crow's tone also sounded relieved.

Yuan Zhisheng was speechless, his punch seemed to hit cotton.

"Your men are too shameless, aren't they? The Student Union never recruits such shameless members." Caesar couldn't help but complain, with a hint of boasting in his words.

"If I remember correctly, Finkel seems to be a member of the student union as well." Chu Zihang was woken up and suddenly said.

Caesar was speechless. He really couldn't like Chu Zihang no matter what. This guy didn't talk much, but every word he said was a punch in the gut. Chu Zihang knew him too well, and every word he said hit him right in the heart.

"This Hummer is the one being targeted. You can go to Crow's car and they'll take you to the hotel," Yuan Zhisheng suddenly said, adding, "If you're scared."

Lu Mingfei glanced at the GT-R galloping around the Hummer like a wild horse, thinking, "Are those two guys afraid the police won't figure out they're in the same group? So, switching cars wouldn't make any difference, right?"

"That car is obviously not as interesting as this one. An exciting life is fun." Caesar was not afraid at all and showed great enthusiasm. "But Chu Zihang can go. You look like you are still asleep."

"We came here illegally. No matter which car we get on, the police will not let us go easily." Chu Zihang said lightly.

"Everyone in the car, listen up! You have two choices. Get off immediately and submit to inspection. If you refuse to cooperate, you will be subject to direct fire. Regarding the plane parked there, we have no record of your entry. We have sufficient reason to suspect you of illegal immigration. Please remain where you are and do not attempt to take off or resist." The sheriff's voice came through the loudspeaker again. "You only have fifteen seconds to consider. We're counting down! Fifteen, fourteen..."

"It looks like they're serious about this, which means they've received government authorization," Yuan Zhisheng said. "This is your last chance. Anyone want to get off? Getting off now will just mean spending the night at the police station. I'll be responsible for getting them out tomorrow."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you are not confident in your driving skills, you can give the steering wheel to me." There is no "fear" or "surrender" in Caesar Gattuso's dictionary.

Yuan Zhisheng's gaze swept across Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei in the back seat. He couldn't see any fear or panic on these guys' faces.

"Very good." Yuan Zhisheng pulled the parking brake. "Although I don't like your attitude, at least you're not cowards... I hate cowards more than idiots."