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

With the last weapon deployed, the "Eternal Falcon" returned to Earth.

The two stepped out of the spaceship; the December wind in Kyoto was biting cold.

Director Qin shrank back, pulled his collar up a little, and looked up at the silver-white spaceship. The tail hatch of the spaceship opened again, and robots were still going in and out, carrying ore, as if nothing had happened.

He turned his gaze to Luo Fei and asked, "You still remember the gene enhancement serum, right?"

Luo Fei nodded.

Director Qin held the thermos cup in both hands and rubbed it gently, whether to warm it or to organize his thoughts, it was unclear.

"The research team reported that most of the ingredients in the formula can be obtained using existing chemical synthesis and bio-extraction technologies, and we have already set up a pilot production line."

However, some of these medicinal herbs are quite tricky to find; they need to be naturally wild, and the older the better, as artificially cultivated ones are much less effective.

"Among them, we searched all the medicinal herb markets and wild resource protection areas in the whole country, but we couldn't find any that met our requirements, such as the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu and the thousand-year-old Lingzhi."

"If the medicinal properties are not aged long enough, the efficacy will not meet the standards specified in the formula."

"A thousand-year-old He Shou Wu? A thousand-year-old Lingzhi?"

Luo Fei was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

His ring contained a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, one of the choices given as a system reward.

He took out a plain black garbage bag from his ring and put the Ganoderma lucidum inside.

I handed the bag to Director Qin, who took it, opened it, and found a Ganoderma lucidum inside.

The Ganoderma lucidum was purplish-brown, about the size of a palm, and the rings on its cap were clearly visible.

"Lingzhi? A thousand years old?"

Director Qin's voice sounded somewhat unsteady.

Luo Fei simply responded with an "Mm".

Director Qin put the Ganoderma lucidum back into the bag, paused his finger lightly at the bag opening, and showed a complex expression of wanting to say something but holding back.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

He wanted to ask, "You put such a big treasure in a garbage bag?", but in the end he was too embarrassed to say it.

Luo Fei didn't notice Director Qin's unusual behavior and took out another black plastic bag, exactly the same as the first one.

He handed over the bag and said, "This contains ginseng."

Director Qin took the bag and opened it. Inside was a ginseng plant with a thick main root, intact rootlets, and the buds on the rootstock were not yet completely shriveled.

He carefully put the two plastic bags away.

"Now we only need one last ingredient."

Director Qin pressed his hand against his pocket, his voice lower than before.

"Once it's found, the drug can enter the clinical trial phase."

Luo Fei said, "Call me when you find it." Director Qin nodded, said goodbye to Luo Fei, and turned to walk towards a black sedan parked in the yard.

The driver opened the car door, bent down, and sat inside.

The car started and slowly drove out of the yard, merging into the traffic on the streets of Kyoto.

Luo Fei stood in the courtyard, watching the black sedan disappear at the intersection. On a whim, he returned to Liuxi Village.

Lunch was prepared by Li Xiulan.

There were three dishes and a soup on the table, along with a plate of pickled chili peppers that Aunt Wang had brought.

The chili peppers were so spicy they made your scalp tingle, yet you couldn't stop eating them and just couldn't put your chopsticks down.

Luo Weidong sat at the dining table, holding a rice bowl in one hand and a remote control in the other. He pressed a button on the TV, and the screen immediately switched to the news channel.

The midday news anchor was reporting international news when the camera switched from the Kyoto studio to a jungle. A helicopter's aerial camera swept across the green vegetation, and thick smoke rose in the distance, but it wasn't a forest fire.

"Military clashes broke out today on the border between Myanmar and Laos. According to our reports, an armed group from northern Myanmar crossed into Laos and clashed with Lao government forces. There were casualties on both sides. The specific cause of the conflict is currently unclear."

Luo Weidong picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly. His eyes were fixed on the TV screen, and his face was expressionless—the war between Myanmar and Laos had nothing to do with him, an old man who farmed the land.

He reached for the dish of pickled peppers with his chopsticks, picked up a small piece, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, his face turned red, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He quickly shoveled a big mouthful of rice into his mouth.

Luo Fei put down his chopsticks and stared at the television screen.

The military in Myanmar is controlled by Mohamed.

He didn't believe Mohen would dare disobey his orders and provoke a war.

But the news reports that people on both sides have died, and the war has already started. It's not a border skirmish, but an exchange of fire across the border, with shells landing and smoke rising into the air.

Luo Weidong picked up the remote and changed the channel. A war drama was playing on the screen. A Chinese soldier was firing a Type 96 machine gun at the soldiers playing "chicken-shaped hamsters" down the mountain. The gunshots sounded somewhat distorted, but Luo Weidong watched with great interest.

Luo Fei got up and walked into the yard, took out his phone and asked the screen, "Xiao Wan, what's the situation in Myanmar and Laos? Who took the first action?"

Xiao Wan's voice came through the phone, speaking a little faster than usual.

"Captain, the incident was caused by Mohen's complete eradication of the telecom fraud zone in Myanmar. Some of the fraud gang leaders fled to the border region of Laos and rebuilt the fraud zone with the tacit approval of the local military."

"The primary target audience for these parks remains Chinese citizens. Due to the recent significant changes in Myanmar and the government's security commitments, the number of Chinese tourists visiting Myanmar has increased significantly recently."

"Taking advantage of this opportunity, the fraud gang kidnapped more than ten Chinese tourists on the Myanmar border and transferred them to an industrial park in Laos through illegal channels."

"After learning of this, Mo Heng lodged a protest with the Lao government through diplomatic channels, demanding the release of the Chinese citizens who had been kidnapped in Myanmar."

"Some high-ranking officials in Laos have vested interests with the park operators. They not only refuse to hand over the relevant personnel, but also use your previous warning, 'Stop all war and conflict,' to blackmail Moheng, claiming that if Moheng dares to cross the border into Laos, he will be disobeying the captain's orders."

Xiao Wan paused for a moment, then added, "In its diplomatic note to Mohen, the Lao side explicitly quoted your original statement, Captain, as the basis for their refusal to hand over the prisoners and to prevent Mohen from taking military action."

Luo Fei's eyebrows twitched slightly, almost imperceptible unless you looked closely.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the phone case, the rhythm unhurried.

"How did Mohen do it?"

Xiao Wan replied, "Moheng ignored the threats from Laos. He mobilized the armed helicopters, armored vehicles, and elite troops you provided, and entered Laos early this morning. Through precision strikes, he destroyed several fraud park camps and military outposts in the border area."

"During this period, the Lao government forces attempted to intercept them, and fierce fighting broke out between the two sides near the border. Due to the superior equipment and training of Moheng's troops, the Lao government forces were unable to gain the upper hand."

"Currently, Moheng has taken control of an area of ​​several tens of square kilometers along the border, successfully rescued all the detained Chinese citizens, and safely handed the hostages over to the Chinese police."

Luo Fei's expression softened slightly, and he stopped tapping. Mo Heng's actions were not wrong.

However, the war had already begun, casualties had occurred, and shells had left craters on neighboring countries' land; the matter could not simply be left unresolved.

Laos will certainly not let this go.

They may not dare to retaliate directly against the Dragon Kingdom, but they will definitely target Mohen.

They will package this incident as a "Myanmar armed invasion of Lao territory," appeal to the international community, garner sympathy and support, rally allies, stir up trouble, and ultimately make Mohen the focus of criticism from all sides.

Moreover, someone actually dared to use Luo Fei's words to threaten Mo Heng.

In the courtyard, Little White cat walked gracefully from under the eaves, its icy blue eyes narrowing into slits in the sunlight.

It walked to Luo Fei's feet, rubbed its head against his trouser leg, its tail held straight up with the tip slightly hooked.

Luo Fei bent down and picked up Xiao Bai. The white cat's fur was as soft as a cloud. It nestled in his arms, purring contentedly.

He took out his phone and dialed Director Qin's number. The phone was answered after ringing twice.

Director Qin's voice came through the receiver: "Xiao Luo? What's wrong?"

Luo Fei asked succinctly, "You know about the situation in Myanmar and Laos, right?"

Director Qin was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice: "Understood. Moheng has handed the hostage over to our police. The hostage is in stable condition and good health, and their family has been notified. Laos has lodged a protest through diplomatic channels, claiming that Moheng invaded their territory. We have not yet made a statement."

Luo Fei tapped his fingers lightly on the phone case: "Back in Laos, some people are using my statements as a shield, saying that Moheng's cross-border operation violated my orders. When they kidnapped Chinese citizens, why didn't they consider my orders?"

Director Qin's voice remained calm and steady, as if he had already planned his response: "Xiao Luo, what are your plans? Is there anything I need to coordinate?"

Luo Fei looked at the gradually brightening silver light on the leaves of the Spirit Gathering Grass in the distance and said, "Let's see how things go. Wait for my news."

He hung up the phone and put it in his pocket.

Little White squatted at his feet, its tail curled up in a ball, its icy blue eyes staring at him without blinking.

Suddenly, a small voice rang in his mind, tinged with curiosity: "Are you going to fight? Can I come with you?"

Luo Fei only replied with one sentence: "Next time for sure."