I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

When Lin Zongwei's family set off from Qingshan Town, it was already close to dusk.

Yang Xue deliberately chose this time, thinking that with so many people at Luo Fei's house, things would be more lively and exciting.

Mediator Fang Min sat in the second row with a notebook spread out on her lap.

The cameraman was a young man who sat next to her with his camera on, the lens cap already open, ready to shoot at any moment.

Lin Zongwei was driving, Yang Xue sat next to him, and Wang Cuifen and Lin Mengran were in the back.

Wang Cuifen specially changed into a new red dress today, which looked quite festive, but the material was of poor quality and the loose threads on the sleeves were not cleaned properly.

Lin Mengran wore headphones and kept looking down at her phone, her face expressionless, as if everything in front of her was irrelevant to her.

As the car turned into the intersection of Liuxi Village, Lin Zongwei's heart began to race.

He recalled the last time Li Xiulan chased him out with a broom, and his cheeks flushed slightly.

But today was different; he brought a mediator and a cameraman.

As long as the incident is filmed and posted online, no matter how rich Luo Fei's family is, it won't help—the power of public opinion is enough to crush everything.

The car was stopped before it even entered the village.

A black SUV was parked in the middle of the road at the village entrance, with two men in plain clothes standing beside it, their posture upright and their eyes sharp.

Lin Zongwei honked the horn once, but the two men didn't move. He honked it again, and one of them walked to the driver's side and knocked on the window.

Lin Zongwei rolled down the car window, his tone slightly impatient: "Is there something you need?"

The man didn't answer, but glanced down at the car and then reached out to open the back door.

Fang Min was stunned for a moment, and before she could speak, the person had already picked up her notebook, flipped through it, and then handed it back to her.

Then, he looked at the cameraman.

"Take the camera down."

Cameraman Xiao Liu clung tightly to the camera, refusing to let go: "Who are you? What gives you the right—"

Before he could finish speaking, the man pulled a black-covered ID card from his pocket, opened it, and showed it to them.

Xiao Liu immediately shut his mouth and released his grip on the camera.

The man took the camera, turned it off, took out the memory card and put it in his pocket, then returned the camera to him.

"There's a private gathering in the village tonight, so filming is not allowed. Please leave."

Lin Zongwei became agitated, pushed open the car door and got out: "Why are you confiscating our things? I'm calling the police!"

The man glanced at him and then waved his ID in front of him.

Lin Zongwei's legs went weak instantly.

Yang Xue also got out of the car. She was calmer than Lin Zongwei, but her face was just as ugly.

"We're here to find someone, accompanied by a mediator, to conduct normal family mediation. What right do you have to obstruct us?"

The man didn't answer her question, but instead spoke into the walkie-talkie clipped to his collar: "Report, the person has arrived."

Seeing that he ignored her, she told Lin Zongwei to get in the car and prepared to drive through, and she got in the car herself.

Less than two minutes later, Luo Fei, who had received a notification from Lao Wu, came out of the village.

He was wearing a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his hands were stained with a little oil.

On his way here, he asked the system if he could teleport with other people or items.

The system's response was very simple:

[The host can choose whether to teleport along with any person or object that has physical contact with them; there are no restrictions.]

As I approached the village entrance, I glanced at the car and the people inside.

The moment Lin Zongwei, who was in the driver's seat, saw him, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

He recalled the previous conflict, the scene of Chen Gang kneeling down, and his own experience of being fired from the company.

Yang Xue leaned out the window and looked up at Luo Fei.

"Luo Fei, we're not here to cause trouble today. This is Teacher Fang Min, a well-known mediator with over two million followers. We just want to ask her to help mediate the conflict between your mother and your grandmother. Mother and daughter don't hold grudges overnight—"

Luo Fei didn't look at her, but turned to look at Lao Wu.

Old Wu stepped forward and reported in a low voice: "Fang Min, 43 years old, a mediator on a short video platform with 2.3 million followers. Her main content is mediating family conflicts, her style is emotional, and she is good at creating antagonism."

"The actual situation: She has parents who are nearly seventy years old living in the countryside. She goes back to her hometown less than twice a year and rarely makes phone calls. Last year, her father was hospitalized, and she did not go back because she was busy with work. She only asked a neighbor to help take care of him for half a month, and in the end, she refused to pay the fees that she had agreed on with the neighbor in advance."

Old Wu paused for a moment, then continued, "Her mediation isn't about solving problems, but about getting clicks. She goes to whichever family has a conflict, the more intense the conflict, the better, the more dramatic the story, the better. After she exposes them, the parties involved often suffer cyberbullying, and some families even break up because of it. She doesn't care about any of that, as long as the data looks good."

After saying that, he added another sentence.

"The cameraman is just a regular new employee."

Luo Fei nodded after listening.

Fang Min's face was a little pale, but she still raised her head and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, "Mr. Luo, I have no ill intentions. I just want to help your family resolve their conflict—"

Luo Fei interrupted her: "You don't even care about your own parents, what right do you have to meddle in other people's affairs?"

Fang Min opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Luo Fei stopped looking at her and turned to Lin Zongwei and Yang Xue, his voice icy: "I told you last time, that was the only chance. You two didn't cherish it."

He raised his hand and pointed to the people in the car: "Cameraman, get out of the car."

Cameraman Xiao Liu held the camera, his legs trembling.

He glanced at Fang Min, who remained silent; then he glanced at Lin Zongwei, who kept his head down.

He gritted his teeth, opened the car door, got out, and stood by the roadside, not daring to move.

Looking at the five people remaining in the car, Luo Fei slowly said, "You'll spend the rest of your days in regret."

Lin Zongwei didn't know what he was going to do, but the fear had completely overwhelmed him.

He tried to start the car and escape, but couldn't get it moving; Yang Xue tried to say something, but her mouth wouldn't obey her. Wang Cuifen sat in the back seat, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Luo Fei walked to the car, marked the spot on his feet, and reached out to grab the car door frame.

The moment his fingers touched the metal, he activated teleportation with a thought—disappearing along with the car.

Old Wu and the security personnel watched as the car vanished into thin air.

The wind still blows, and the leaves rustle, but the car is gone, leaving only faint tire tracks.

Cameraman Xiao Liu stood frozen in place, holding his camera, his mouth slightly open and his eyes vacant.

Although Lao Wu had received a notification from his superiors that Luo Fei possessed the ability to teleport, witnessing this scene with his own eyes still deeply shocked him.

Old Wu glanced at the equally dumbfounded cameraman, Xiao Liu, and then turned to his subordinates, instructing, "Take him to rest first. We'll take his statement and have him sign a confidentiality agreement tomorrow. If there are no other issues, arrange for him to leave."

When Xiao Liu was taken away, his legs were still a little weak, and he swayed slightly with each step.

Northern Myanmar, Mohen's base.

Mohen is drinking.

He sat on a bamboo chair in front of the wooden house, with a small table in front of him. On the table were a plate of peanuts, a plate of grilled fish, and a bottle of unlabeled liquor.

This wine was brought from the border of the Dragon Kingdom. It's not expensive, but it tastes good.

He had just picked up his wine glass, but before he could even bring it to his lips, a flash suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a car appeared in front of him.

The car, covered in mud and bearing a Chinese license plate, was parked less than three meters away from him.

Moheng's wine glass slipped from his hand, spilling wine all over the ground. The glass rolled twice on the muddy ground before stopping.

He suddenly stood up, causing the chair to tip backward with a loud thud.

The guards at the door saw it too, raised their guns but dared not fire, because a person walked out from beside the car—Luo Fei.

Moheng's legs went slightly weak, but he quickly regained his balance.

He had seen Luo Fei disappear into thin air, but he had never seen him appear out of thin air with a car.

He took a deep breath, brushed the peanut crumbs off his clothes, and strode forward, his face beaming with a smile: "Mr. Luo! You've arrived!"

He glanced at the car, then at Luo Fei, and though he had countless questions in his mind, he didn't ask any of them.

He knew that Luo Fei would tell him what he needed to know, and asking about what he shouldn't know was pointless.

Luo Fei pointed to the car: "Keep an eye on the people in the car. Assign them all the dirty and hard work, don't let them run away, and don't let them die. Don't do any of that nonsense, just get the work done."

Mo Heng nodded: "Understood. We're here to work, not to enjoy ourselves."

He waved to the guards, and several soldiers surrounded him and opened the car door.

Lin Zongwei was the first to be dragged out. His legs were shaking so badly he could barely stand, and two soldiers held him up by the arms like he was a chick.

Yang Xue was the second to be dragged out. Her face was ashen, her lips were purple, and her eyes were wide open.

Wang Cuifen was the third to come out. As soon as the old lady got out of the car, her legs went weak and she knelt down on the ground, crying "Help!" but no one paid any attention.

Lin Mengran was the fourth to come out. She squatted on the ground, holding her head, and remained silent.

Fang Min was the last one to come out.

When she got out of the car, her glasses were askew and her hair was disheveled.

She looked up and around—the wooden house, the soldiers with guns, and the faint sound of gunfire in the distance.

Her lips trembled; she wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Moheng walked up to her and looked her up and down. Turning to the guard, he said, "Take her to the kitchen. From now on, she'll be in charge of washing dishes, vegetables, and cleaning."

Fang Min's face turned from white to green.

She opened her mouth, intending to say, "Do you know who I am?", but looking at Moheng's sun-darkened face and the dark gun barrels, she swallowed her words.

Luo Fei stood aside, calmly watching everything unfold. He turned to Mo Heng and said, "Don't let them be idle; they're prone to overthinking."

Mo Heng smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Luo, I have plenty of work to do, more than I can finish. Road repairs, house construction, ammunition transport, we're short-handed everywhere."

Luo Fei grunted in agreement, then with a thought, he teleported back to Willow Creek Village.

Old Wu and others at the village entrance were still waiting for him.

Luo Fei said, "It's all taken care of. You've all worked hard tonight. Haven't eaten yet? Come on, let's go inside and get something to eat."

Old Wu smiled and said, "No, Mr. Luo, we still have to stay on duty. You should go and greet your guests."

Luo Fei didn't press the issue. He patted Lao Wu on the shoulder and turned to walk home.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and the guests were still eating, drinking, and chatting. No one knew what had just happened at the village entrance.

Li Xiulan was carrying a plate of food out of the kitchen when she saw Luo Fei and called out, "Xiao Fei, where have you been? Come here quickly, your brigade commander wants to drink with you!"

Luo Fei smiled and walked over quickly.

Yang Zhenguo raised his glass and stood up: "Xiao Luo, come on, bottoms up!"

Luo Fei picked up his wine glass, clinked it with his, and downed it in one gulp.