Chapter 303: Chapter 303

Ding Fan entered the office. "Elder Shen, you wanted to see me?"

Elder Shen stood up, his face deeply serious. "Ding Fan, I need your help with something right now..."

Elder Shen rarely looked this grave, prompting Ding Fan to nod in agreement. "As long as it's within my power..."

"Young man, what do you mean 'within your power'? When young people serve the country, they should step forward regardless of difficulties. Now is the time the country needs personnel. Since Section Chief Shen recommended you, it is your honor..." As soon as Ding Fan finished speaking, the major general by his side threw out such a lengthy speech.

Ding Fan glanced at the major general, his eyes filled with indifference.

Ding Fan agreed to help Elder Shen, not because of serving the country. Ding Fan wasn't that noble. He agreed because Elder Shen and Elder Mu had shown him kindness and loyalty. For that reason, Ding Fan couldn't refuse.

After hearing the major general, Elder Shen coughed slightly. "Old Liu, this person is a friend from my Team 3567..."

Elder Shen's words meant he didn't want Old Liu to continue speaking bureaucratically. If Ding Fan got annoyed and decided not to take care of anything, wouldn't that be a problem?

"Friend? There are no friends here; we are all descendants of Huaxia Country, and we all have the duty to defend our land." The young general continued insensitively. "Young man, serving the country is an honor..."

Official jargon, cliches!

Ding Fan was somewhat speechless. "If I want to help, I will naturally do so. If I don't want to help, nothing you say will make a difference..."

These words surprised the major general. He, a high-ranking leader, was usually flattered by others, but today, Ding Fan had managed to retort.

"Young man, you..." the major general wanted to say more.

But now, Elder Shen didn't want to let him continue. These people had been leaders for too long, conditioned to speak only in official terms.

"Deputy Commander Liu, let me arrange things here," Elder Shen said, then turned to Mu Zi. "Xiao Wu, please escort Deputy Commander Liu back."

Mu Zi nodded and approached. "Uncle Liu, let's go first. With our section chief here, everything will be handled well."

After Mu Zi spoke, he immediately escorted the major general out of the office.

"Today's young people must understand the importance of serving the country. Without lofty ideals, without a solid set of values, life perspective..." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽

Although Mu Zi had pulled the major general away, his words still echoed in the hallway.

The major general had thought he could use his military rank to intimidate Ding Fan into undertaking the mission. But he hardly understood Ding Fan.

It didn't matter if you were a major general or even a higher rank. If Ding Fan didn't want to give you face, he simply wouldn't.

After Elder Shen saw off the major general, he finally asked Ding Fan to sit down.

"Ding Fan, to tell you the truth, I am really in trouble this time. If it weren't for escalating troubles, I wouldn't seek your help," Elder Shen said, rubbing his hands after sitting down.

Ding Fan smiled slightly. "Elder Shen, just tell me what it is. If it's something I can do, I will certainly do it."

Elder Shen nodded and continued. "A while ago, we had a team out on a mission. The team consisted of six people, led by a Martial Artist with Human Rank Sixth Grade Cultivation. We thought the mission was safe, but they were ambushed halfway through in Myanmar."

Ding Fan listened intently.

Elder Shen continued. "This team's mission was very important. They were escorting a blueprint, which our Special Agent Organization had obtained at a great cost. That blueprint is extremely crucial..."

Ding Fan pondered for a moment. "Do you want me to retrieve that blueprint?"

Elder Shen nodded. "We've sent several groups before, but as soon as they reached Myanmar, we lost contact with them. And we had sent Martial Artists with Human Rank Eighth Grade Cultivation... The identity of the opponents is unclear, and because it's in a foreign country, our Group 3567's actions are greatly limited. And the blueprint is extremely important..."

"Do you know who the opponents are?" Ding Fan asked after a moment of thought.

"The opponents have been very meticulous in their actions, and we've only managed to gather information about them indirectly through some special channels. They belong to an organization called Fu Country Organization! This organization has a strong military presence in Yahuan State and Somalia.

This time, the ones who ambushed our Group 3567 and stole the blueprints were from an organization within Fu Country called Wolf Fang.

This Wolf Fang is quite similar to our Group 3567, assembling several powerful Martial Artists, except that most of the Martial Artists in Wolf Fang are Samurais from Japan."

"What's the current situation with this Wolf Fang?" Ding Fan asked.

"The people we've sent so far have been ambushed by Wolf Fang. I have some information about Wolf Fang. Their headquarters is in Moha City in Myanmar... I believe all our information is in Moha City, because just a few days ago, our agents saw the members of our previous Group 3567 there..."

"Are there people from Group 3567 in the hands of Wolf Fang?" Ding Fan asked.

"It's likely. They haven't killed everyone; a few are being held captive. But we can't just march in there. In terms of individual strength, I thought of you," Elder Shen said.

Ding Fan's cultivation was laid out for all to see, an Earth Level Grade Three character had been slain by Ding Fan, and within Yanjing City, who could compare with Ding Fan.

Ding Fan pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded his head. "Okay, I'll go."

When Ding Fan had been learning about the situation on Earth, he particularly took a few more glances at Myanmar. This country was rich in fine jade, and Ding Fan had already achieved Qi Cultivation Grade Six; he was currently collecting materials for refining a Flying Sword, and a trip to Myanmar might prove fruitful—it was indeed a possibility.

A trip to Myanmar could both repay a favor to Elder Shen and also give him a chance to try his luck in finding materials for refining a Flying Sword. Two birds with one stone, which was why Ding Fan agreed.

"That's great, thank you, Ding Fan..." Elder Shen said gratefully to Ding Fan. "Although you are going to Myanmar on my behalf, I still want to thank you on behalf of the country..."

"You're too kind, Elder Shen..." Ding Fan replied.

Three days later, Moha City, Myanmar.

The climate here was of a tropical rainforest. Even though it was already December, the weather was not particularly cold, just very humid. The wind that blew on one's body felt very uncomfortable.

Moha City, a small frontier town in Myanmar, lies at the border of Huaxia Country.

In fact, in its history, Moha City had been under the rule of Huaxia Country during three different dynasties and had also been a part of the Myanmar Empire for several hundred years. Until now, Huaxia Country and Myanmar had been disputing over the ownership of this city.

In order not to exacerbate the border situation, Moha City had been a lawless zone for many years. Although both Myanmar and Huaxia Country emphasized sovereignty, neither had actually sent troops to occupy it.

Over the years, this place had become a major gathering spot for fugitives and drug lords.

Moha City was not large; though called a city, the tallest building in Moha City was a three-story nightclub in the middle of the town.

There were very few buildings in the whole of Moha City that were more than two stories high.

Walking slowly down the not particularly wide and flat road, Ding Fan was wearing sunglasses. Beside him walked a woman dressed in black; this woman wore the typical attire of Myanmar, covered in black cloth with a black veil over her head, showing only her eyes.

This woman in black was not a local; she was Mu Zi.

Where Ding Fan was, Mu Zi naturally followed. She had long been prepared to follow Ding Fan to death.

"Brother Fan, we've arranged for our contact here at a bar called 'Helicopter'," Mu Zi said on the side.

Ding Fan looked down the street for a long time but couldn't see any bar.

The population of Moha City was quite large. Myanmar was impoverished, and many people had fled here, then waited for a chance to flood into Huaxia Country,

so there were also quite a few refugees here.

Within Moha City, characters from both Chinese and English were used... Mu Zi also stretched her neck looking for the place called Helicopter Bar.

"!@#￥%&..." Just then, a group of people burst out from a street corner, wielding machetes, bamboo sticks, and axes. As they shouted, they chased after a young man.

"It wasn't me, don't kill me..." the young man shouted as he ran frantically.

However, perhaps due to excessive nervousness, the young man stumbled and fell directly to the ground.

The pursuing crowd, yelling, rushed towards him and swung their machetes and axes directly at him.

These people were clearly out for blood—had all those weapons hit the young man, he would have had only death as his outcome.

Just at that moment, Ding Fan charged over. As those machetes and axes were about to hit the young man, Ding Fan had already pulled him to the side.

"!@#￥%&" The people chasing the young man shouted in agitation.

Although Ding Fan couldn't understand, from their expressions, he could tell they were likely cursing.

Ding Fan moved swiftly, instantly employing a grappling move. The man at the front hadn't reacted yet when Ding Fan had already snatched the machete from his hand.

With Ding Fan displaying this skill, the eyes of those few men displayed more wariness; after all, none of them had seen how Ding Fan had snatched the machete.

Ding Fan took the machete and suddenly swung it towards another person standing nearby.

Ding Fan's blade moved fiercely, and the person was stunned.

Whoosh... the machete in Ding Fan's hand descended...

Clang, the steel pipe in that man's hand was directly cut into two pieces by Ding Fan...