A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

"Put down your guns! I'm asking you, whose food do you eat, whose work do you do?!"

Bruce roared at the top of his lungs, then stomped his foot so hard that he silenced Bruce Eva, who was still groaning on the ground.

His already distorted face was now contorted with hysteria, his features almost squashed together, and the madness in his eyes looked like he wanted to devour someone.

The bodyguards around him froze instantly, unsure whether to raise or lower their guns. They looked at each other, their faces filled with a bewildered expression, as if to say, "Has this guy gone mad?"

An elderly bodyguard with gray hair stepped out from the crowd. This guy had been with the Bruce family for decades, from a young boy to a gray-haired man, and had served two heads of the family. He was considered a veteran in the family.

Although the bloody scene before him was frightening, he was quick-witted and calmed down instantly. There are tall people to hold up the sky if it falls; the most important thing now is to get his stance right.

“We… serve the Bruce family,” the old bodyguard replied in a deep voice, his tone devoid of any emotion.

“Good! Well said!” Bruce’s eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline. “Now that my mother is dead, I am the only remaining member of the Bruce family, and the entire family has to listen to me! Tell me, whose orders will we take from now on?”

“As you wish, sir.” The old bodyguard waved his hand and was the first to lower the gun in his hand.

Seeing this, the other bodyguards also put down their weapons.

After all, in their eyes, Bruce Eva's death was an internal family matter. They were just tools to get paid and do their bidding. As long as they were heirs of the Bruce family, they would listen to whoever paid them.

Whether the heir is crazy or normal is none of their business.

"Damn it...Quick, get me a doctor!"

Once Bruce realized that the bodyguards had accepted him as their new master, his tense nerves relaxed, and he collapsed to the ground, wincing in pain.

He hadn't fully recovered from being shot by Feng Yuxiu earlier, and just now, in an attempt to appear tough, he cut his stomach open. Now, the pain from the wound was so intense that he could barely stand.

On the other side, Feng Yuxiu completely ignored Bruce, who was sprawled on the ground, and squatted down to stare at Wang Yadong, whose head was beaten up like a pig's.

Wang Yadong's face was bruised and swollen, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he could barely open his eyes.

"So, it was your bad idea from the very beginning? Or was it a charade you and your dead mother put on together?" Feng Yuxiu asked in a deep voice while pressing on Wang Yadong's chest rapidly, his hands showing no hesitation in applying pressure.

Bruce, panting heavily on the ground, suddenly laughed upon hearing this, his laughter shrill and strange: "Hahaha... What do you Chinese know! Americans value inheritance just as much as you do! My mother is dead, I am the sole heir, and those old fogies in the family have no choice but to agree!"

Feng Yuxiu pressed his ear against Wang Yadong's chest to listen, confirming that he was still breathing and his vital signs were relatively stable. Only then did he stand up and sneer at Bruce: "Kid, I advise you not to be too happy. With your gimmick of being a useless heir, besides this group of money-grubbing bodyguards, who else in the family will listen to you? I bet you can't even command a cleaning lady, can you?"

As he spoke, he slowly walked towards Bruce, casually picked up the bottle of water prepared for members of Congress on the table, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Bruce frowned, retorting defiantly, "What do you know! They had no choice..."

Before he could finish speaking, he braced himself on the central control panel beside him, stood up abruptly, and roared into his headset, "Kill all those annoying cousins! Do it!"

The order was transmitted directly to the earpieces of all the bodyguards in the building via the central system.

The bodyguards were stunned. That voice... it sounded exactly like Bruce's! Shouldn't it be Bruce Eva giving the order?

The old bodyguard's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood what had happened.

He steadied himself, pressed the button on his headset, and shouted in a deep voice, "Move! That's an order!"

Now, all the bodyguards realized what was happening.

This is a family coup!
The fact that Bruce can take over from Bruce Eva and give orders can only mean one thing: Bruce Eva's old team is finished.

The group of people remained completely unmoved; some even felt a little amused.

Who cares who the clan leader is? As long as they pay wages and insurance on time every month, it doesn't matter who the master is.

Westerners don't have that same obsession with dying for a true friend, unless you can conquer everyone with your personal charm like the German charismatic leader of decades ago.

But clearly, Bruce, that madman, is still a long way off.

What followed was a one-sided massacre.

Those cousins ​​from the collateral branches were just there for a family reunion. They thought they were all family and nothing had happened in all these years, so none of them brought bodyguards.

They never imagined that Bruce, the bastard they usually bullied, would dare to kill them in broad daylight.

"Fuck! What are you trying to do?!"

On the lawn, several members of the collateral branch who were chatting suddenly saw the bodyguards around them pointing their guns at them, and they turned pale with fright.

"Fuck you! Put your gun down! Do you know who we are? Believe me or not, we'll get you fired!"

There was a bold cousin who, relying on his seniority, cursed at the bodyguards.

But before his curses could even finish, Bruce's nauseating laughter blared from the loudspeakers throughout the entire manor: "Good afternoon, dear cousins."

"Bruce! You son of a bitch! Where's Aunt Eva? What did you do to her?" The cousin who had just been cursing shouted into the loudspeaker.

Bruce's voice was laced with undisguised cruelty: "Make your move."

boom!
With a crisp gunshot, my cousin, who had been shouting just moments before, had his head split open instantly, splattering blood and brain matter all over the people next to him.

Everyone was stunned.

They then realized that Bruce wasn't joking; this illegitimate son they had always looked down on was truly planning to wipe them out.

Moreover, this was in their estate, which they had long considered their own home.

"God! Please don't kill me! Bruce, I'll give you money, I'll give you all my possessions! I'll give you whatever you want!" One of her timid cousins ​​was so frightened that she knelt down on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

"Hahaha...that's more like it!" Bruce's laughter echoed throughout the manor, his exhilarated demeanor as if he were Alexander the Great conquering the world. "Weren't you all so arrogant before? Didn't you always call me a bastard? Why aren't you arrogant now?"

Just as Bruce was reveling in the thrill of controlling other people's lives and death, giving a passionate speech into the loudspeaker, Feng Yuxiu had already silently moved within three meters of him.

The bodyguards around him didn't take Feng Yuxiu seriously at all.

At a distance of three meters, dozens of guns were pointed at his head. If he dared to move, they would turn him into a swarm of bees.

In their view, three meters is the absolute safe distance.

But what they didn't know was that within three meters was precisely the most fatal distance for Feng Yuxiu's Nine Dragons Combination.

Feng Yuxiu suddenly swung his right hand out, and a white light shot out like a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing through Bruce's back as he was still giving an excited speech.

The moment the white light shot out, Feng Yuxiu's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the sinister and cruel look in his eyes made the bodyguard next to him shiver.

"Nine dragons united... Ya Zi!"

Yazi, one of the nine sons of the dragon, is fierce, brave, and bloodthirsty.

Since learning the Nine Dragons Combined technique, and after a year of peacekeeping in Rwanda, Feng Yuxiu has never stopped practicing.

His greatest strengths are his patience and ability to endure hardship. Back when he enlisted in the Steel Seventh Company to practice the Demon Subduing Skill, he was able to endure inhuman torture without sleep or rest.

Now that he's encountered the lost ancient martial arts technique, Nine Dragons United, his passion for martial arts has resurfaced.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already stepped into the second level of the Nine Dragons Union – controlling Qi as the body. However, compared to this mysterious ancient martial arts technique, he still preferred the Night Ape form in the Ape Strike Technique.

Only the feeling of tearing human flesh after unleashing his power can truly allow him to shout with unbridled joy.

In contrast, while the Nine Dragons Combined is quick and ruthless in killing, it always feels like something is missing, just like killing with a gun—it lacks a certain tactile feel.

In his view, tearing apart explosive powerhouses with bare hands is the true destiny of a martial arts fanatic.

Tearing the enemy apart bit by bit, inch by inch, and feeling the jolt of muscle and fat separating—that extreme collision of power is what makes it so satisfying.

Feng Yuxiu took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, all the bodyguards in the hall were lying on the ground, their necks all broken.

Ya Zi's brutality and bloodlust, combined with the ultimate teleportation of the Ape Strike Technique, resulted in the bodyguards only seeing a blur before their necks were snapped in an instant, without even seeing Feng Yuxiu's movements clearly.

They died without ever firing their guns.

"Tsk, that's really ridiculous." Feng Yuxiu clicked his tongue, somewhat unsatisfied.

In this age of firearms, he actually managed to kill dozens of armed bodyguards at close range; no one would believe it if you told them.

But thinking about it carefully, it's probably thanks to the small size of the hall.

The bodyguards initially only intended to threaten him and didn't really plan to fire. After all, at such close range, if they fired, the ricocheting bullets could blow them up.

In such a cramped and enclosed space, a small knife is really more useful than a firearm.

Feng Yuxiu turned around and walked to Wang Yadong's side, squatted down, and his gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on a trembling figure in the corner.

That was Bruce's family doctor.

At this moment, the doctor was huddled in the corner, his face pale, his eyes vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

The scene of Feng Yuxiu killing someone just now completely overturned his understanding and will probably leave him with psychological trauma for the rest of his life.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The doctor suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face several times, muttering as he did so, "This isn't real...this is a hallucination..."

The more he tried to draw blood, the more violently his body trembled, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

"Come here," Feng Yuxiu said coldly. "If you don't come here, I'll skin you alive and hang you on the door as decoration."

"No, no, no! I'm coming! I'm coming right now!"

The doctor trembled with fear and scrambled to Feng Yuxiu's side, pleading, "Brother, please don't kill me! For God's sake, I have elderly parents and young children to support!"

"Enough with the nonsense." Feng Yuxiu pointed at Wang Yadong on the ground. "Heal him."

The doctor didn't dare to delay and quickly took out instruments from his medical bag to examine Wang Yadong.

As he examined him, his brow furrowed, and his expression grew increasingly grim: "B-Brother, his condition is quite serious. His heart and lungs are ruptured; he needs to be taken to the operating room immediately, otherwise he'll bleed to death. And...and his cornea is ruptured too; one eye is probably beyond saving..."

After listening, Feng Yuxiu stood up, picked up a dagger from the corpse next to him, and walked step by step toward the doctor.

"Big Brother! Wait! Wait!" The doctor was terrified and backed away repeatedly. "I have a way! I have a way! The top floor! There's a small operating room on the top floor! I can perform surgery, I'm an expert! But... but there has to be a nurse alive in the building on the left, otherwise I can't handle the surgery by myself!"

Feng Yuxiu stopped and crouched down, staring at the doctor: "I'll go call a nurse now. You stay here and watch him. If anything happens to him, or if you dare to try anything funny..."

At this point, he suddenly frowned, as if he had remembered something.

He turned and walked over to the dead bodyguards, rummaged around for a while, and found three handcuffs.

Then, like dragging a dog, they pulled the doctor to the wall and handcuffed one of his hands against the radiator pipe.

“I almost forgot, the doors in this corridor can be locked from the inside.” Feng Yuxiu clapped his hands. “Remember, if he dies, you’ll be buried with him.”

The doctor was so anxious he was almost crying, and he mumbled incoherently, "Brother! If you keep me leaning against this spot, I won't be able to save him if something happens to him! You have to let go of me!"

"Shut up, you talk too much." Feng Yuxiu found him noisy, reached out and twisted, and with a crack, the doctor's jaw was dislocated.

The doctor was speechless for a moment, and could only open his mouth wide, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth, looking both embarrassed and comical.

After dealing with the doctor, Feng Yuxiu dragged Wang Yadong to the doctor's side and threw the medical kit on the ground, giving him some emergency tools.

After doing all this, Feng Yuxiu began to busy himself in the hall, taking grenades from the bodies of the dead bodyguards one by one.

In no time, he was covered in grenades, looking like a walking bomb, and then he turned and walked downstairs.

He knew perfectly well that there were more than just a few bodyguards in this building.

To keep her position, Bruce Eva spent a fortune recruiting hundreds of professional security personnel from all over the United States, including biochemical experts, mine clearance specialists, and retired Marines.

If he were to fight his way through layer by layer, even with his superior martial arts skills, he would inevitably get injured.

No matter how strong his body is, it can't withstand bullets, let alone professional weapons.

Therefore, Feng Yuxiu's method was simple and brutal: using the extreme speed of the Ape Strike Technique, he threw a grenade on each floor, blowing everyone up.

This building is designed to be blast-proof and won't collapse with a grenade, but with such a dense crowd, one grenade would be enough to wipe out an entire floor.

As he walked down to the next floor, the bodyguards at the door glanced at him but didn't take him seriously at all.

After all, Feng Yuxiu had just come downstairs, and they were still processing Bruce's order to purge the collateral branches. No one would have imagined that everyone upstairs was already dead, and that the man covered in grenades was there to send them on their way.

Feng Yuxiu swaggered into the group of bodyguards on this floor, where they were chatting in twos and threes, discussing the orders they had just received.

Feng Yuxiu glanced at the densest part of the crowd, then casually let go of the grenade, which had already had its pin pulled and fell to the ground.

"Merry Christmas, guys." Feng Yuxiu smirked, and before he finished speaking, he activated the Ape Strike Technique, transforming into a blur as he rushed to the next level.

As he passed through the crowd on the next level, he used the same trick again, dropping another grenade on the ground.

When Feng Yuxiu reached the third floor, the grenade on the top floor exploded first.

"Boom!"

The enormous roar shook the entire building, and dust fell from the ceiling.

The bodyguards downstairs changed their expressions drastically. Before they could react to what was happening, the grenade on the second floor also exploded.

"Boom!"

Another loud bang, followed by screams of agony, turned the entire building into complete chaos.

Feng Yuxiu stood at the top of the stairs on the third floor, listening to the explosions and screams from upstairs and downstairs. He expressionlessly dusted himself off and rushed downstairs.

Blow them up! Leave no one alive in the manor! (End of Chapter)