Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

Perhaps due to his rampage, He Ping'an was somewhat excited tonight. So… the little beauty received the same treatment as Bai Ling, falling into a deep sleep, oblivious to the world around her!

The next day, after calming the little girl down, He Ping'an explained the whole story from the previous day in almost plain language...

For example, the five major families bullied him because he was alone and weak, and sold his information to Bai Tou. Then, he offered to help him, gaining favor and extracting benefits at the same time.

There was also his deal with Chen Tong, in which he guaranteed Chen Tong a safe retirement, and Chen Tong supported Lui Lok to become the next Chinese detective commissioner of the New Territories. And there were his threats against the three major triads, and the possible underhanded tactics the Hong Kong British government might employ later.

Of course, He Ping'an didn't mention how he knew about the actions of the five major families or the situation of his soldiers.

In the following days, He Ping'an began to frequently attend various parties and host banquets at home. Without exception, Lou Xiaohui was always present.

Everyone was sensible, and after several such instances, they had come to regard Lou Xiaohui as being on the same level as them. However, Lou Xiaohui herself grew increasingly displeased…

After the passion subsided, Lou Xiaohui nestled into He Ping'an's arms, her voice trembling with emotion, "You're leaving, going back to Beijing, aren't you?"

"Sigh..." He Ping'an sighed, not lying. "Yeah, I'll be back in a couple of days! Don't worry, I'll come see you often from now on, I promise!"

It's already the end of July, and there are less than three months left before the start of that historic battle. He Ping'an needs to go back and make preparations as soon as possible.

Moreover, things in Hong Kong and Kowloon were starting to get back on track, so he had no reason to stay any longer. A few days later, He Ping'an crossed the Lo Wu border amidst the young woman's tears.

Back in Beijing, another ordeal ensued... Bai's mother and Luo Chengjun were alright, mostly just exchanging a few harsh words. But Bai's father... insisted on a physical fight with him!

Holding a machine gun and sparring with his fists, He Ping'an clicked his tongue in disbelief. His father-in-law's moral bottom line was surprisingly similar to the relevant regulations of later generations—just as flexible.

This gave He Ping'an an idea, and that very night, right under the noses of Bai's parents, he shamelessly stole a kiss under the moonlight. A night of exhilarating passion ensued, the iceberg melted into flowing water, and the sound of the waves remained unchanged.

The next morning, under the murderous gaze of Bai's father, He Ping'an and the beautiful young woman, who dared not look at her mother's disappointed eyes, left the Bai family hand in hand.

He Ping'an resumed his leisurely life, sometimes teasing Bai Meinu, sometimes secretly writing letters to the two beauties in America and Hong Kong, pouring out their hearts to each other. Apart from intensifying the training of the commando team, everything remained the same as before.

Hmm… and incidentally, he returned to his old ways and embarked on a plagiarism spree. This time, it wasn't for money, and it wasn't a martial arts or fantasy novel. To be precise, what He Ping'an wrote this time was a research paper… "On Small-Scale Special Operations!"

In my past life, any film or television drama with a military or even anti-Japanese war theme would seem unprofessional if it didn't include a special forces unit. Having watched many, I've come to understand this.

Drawing on his memories from his previous life, coupled with over a year of combat experience, he managed to cobble together a passable paper. Of course, it still needed to be evaluated by professionals before it could be published!

The Bai family, with the flexible morality of the father, spewed words like a machine gun:

"Hmph... So many people have fought their whole lives and still can't write a decent military treatise. You, kid, you've only fought a few battles and you dare to write a military manual? Like a toad yawning—what a boastful tone!"

An hour later, Bai's father stared at He Ping'an as if he were a monster, saying nothing. He only put down his paper and made a phone call to call for help when he burned his fingers with a cigarette butt.

It took several senior researchers a long time to read a single paper. He Ping'an needed someone's help this time, so he obediently followed behind his elders, serving them tea and water.

"Sigh... Damn it, what kind of mess is this? Let's go..." An old killer glanced enviously at Bai's father, who was grinning and secretly gloating, and handed the paper to the accompanying guard while cursing.

He Ping'an remembered this person; it seemed he worked in the General Staff Department.

Mr. Bai reached out and grabbed the man, insisting that he drink with him. "Hey... Old Li, it's been so many years since we brothers got together, let's have a drink before you go."

"Get lost... You were a scoundrel when you were young. Now that you're old, you're even worse!"

"I'm leaving too..."

"Old Bai, I have something to do..."

Each of them found an excuse to leave, determined not to give Bai's father a chance to show off.

"Hmm... You wrote well, kid, but don't get arrogant. Your thesis still needs improvement!" After the others left, Bai's father put on his elder's airs and shamelessly launched into a tirade.

"Here's what we're saying: if you ever want to write anything in the future, you can come and ask me first. I've fought a lifetime of wars; my experience is way greater than yours..."

He Ping'an has never been a magnanimous person, and he hasn't forgotten about his father-in-law's machine gun duel!

"Hmm, that would be too much trouble, so I won't write anymore..."

"Cough cough..." Mr. Bai forced down his tea, his face turning red. "Get out...get the hell out of here..."

That night, He Pingan felt a breeze near his pillow.

"Ping An, you deliberately upset my dad today..."

You can't expect morality from someone who plays with moral flexibility. After all, he's a seasoned veteran who's fought his whole life, and for him to complain to his own daughter, Bai's father has once again challenged He Ping'an's understanding of moral boundaries.

He Ping'an felt that compared to his father-in-law, he still had a lot of room for improvement and much to learn...

"Ping An, I want to talk to you... Mmm!" Bai Ling once again enjoyed the blissful state of being unconscious, oblivious to the world around her, completely forgetting her father's instructions.

In this day and age, without all sorts of red tape, "On Small-Scale Special Operations" went through several printings in just a few days, basically ensuring that every assassin had a copy.

He Ping'an once again stole the show, perfectly meeting his expectations.

He wasn't engaging in any political opportunism for public prominence; his main purpose was to lay the groundwork for the upcoming major battle. His two recent moves—one to the United States and the other to Hong Kong and Kowloon—have yielded substantial gains.

In those vibrant times, what was most lacking was economic talent. If He Ping'an didn't demonstrate some military ability, he might not even be able to get a uniform, let alone join the Korean army.

This led to the development of papers on special operations. What argument could be more solid than real-world battlefield experience? Thus, it was only natural that He Ping'an, the founder of special operations, would personally go to the battlefield!

In August, "On Special Operations" became a sensation throughout the army...

In September, He Ping'an gave lectures to various veteran assassins, while also promoting his integrated land, sea, and air warfare concept, as well as the US Inchon landing on the Korean Peninsula...

In October, iron horses and golden spears entered the capital... In the same month, He Ping'an led his commando team back to the place where he had lived and fought!