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

As Feng Yu was plotting how to take down the major gangs in Hong Kong one by one, the appearance of one person completely disrupted his thoughts.

That afternoon, an uninvited guest arrived at Wang Bo's fish-killing shop.

"Who are you looking for?" Wang Bo put down the fish he was scaling and looked up at the person who had come to him.

"Looking for the people inside." The person who came spoke with a slight northern accent.

Wang Bo tensed up instantly, his right hand quietly gripping the kitchen knife on the cutting board. "The person you're looking for isn't here."

The newcomer smiled, his gaze sweeping over Wang Bo's wrist as if it were a knife. "Your knife is for cutting fish, the blade should face inwards. A knife for slashing people should face outwards. You're holding it wrong."

"I'll say it again, don't go in." Wang Bo's voice turned cold, his knuckles white from the force. "You might not be my match."

Seeing that this person could accurately locate Feng Yuxiu's hiding place, Wang Bo's expression became extremely solemn.

Although he was once a notorious bandit king who roamed the north and south, after witnessing Feng Yuxiu's elusive methods, he had long since learned to hide his sharpness in the everyday life of ordinary people.

Hong Kong is a deep and murky place; you never know which street corner might harbor a real dragon.

"Still planning to make a move?" The man shook his head. "You're no match for me. Put it down. I really am here to find someone."

After speaking, the man walked straight to the backyard of the fish shop, each step steady and even, as if measured with a ruler.

Wang Bo gripped the kitchen knife, his eyes coldly fixed on the man's back, fine beads of sweat forming on his palms.

He hesitated for a good ten seconds, but ultimately did not make a move.

His intuition told him that even with a knife, he was no match for the unarmed man in front of him.

The man seemed very familiar with the layout of the fish shop. He paused at the entrance for only a moment, glanced around, and then went straight into the inner room.

-

Feng Yuxiu squatted in the living room, staring blankly at Wang Bo's daughter in the cradle.

The child stared at him with wide, round eyes, neither crying nor making a fuss.

He had been watching like this for two hours.

If Li Xuanxuan hadn't had that accident, he would have had such a lovely daughter too.

This thought, like a rusty nail, would occasionally twist hard in his mind.

Sensing someone enter behind him, Feng Yuxiu continued to stare at the baby, but slowly stood up, turning his back to the person who entered.

"That's just asking for trouble."

"I'm telling you, you dare to barge in without even asking around?"

What puzzled Feng Yuxiu was that the person behind him didn't seem afraid at all, and even their breathing rate didn't change.

Feng Yuxiu laughed, his laughter tinged with a bloodthirsty glint, "You're fucking asking for death."

He slowly turned around, but the expression on his face froze instantly.

First came shock as his pupils constricted, then disbelief and astonishment, as if he had seen the sun in a land of eternal night.

"Wu Liuyi?" Feng Yuxiu blurted out, each word carrying weight. "What are you doing here?"

Wu Liuyi didn't participate in the last operations in Rwanda and the United States, and Feng Yuxiu wondered if something had happened to him.

But Old A has its own rules: don't ask what you shouldn't ask, so he didn't ask Yuan Lang.

Now look what's happened! Wu Liuyi isn't staying with Old A anymore; he's actually come to Hong Kong?
"What are you doing..." Feng Yuxiu looked Wu Liuyi up and down, his mind a complete mess. "What kind of act is this?"

Wu Liuyi touched his nose, a habitual gesture he hadn't changed in years, which warmed Feng Yuxiu's heart.

Time seemed to flow backward to the drill ground of the Seventh Steel Company, where Squad Leader Wu, as stubborn as a rock, stood before him once again.

"I've changed careers," Wu Liuyi said, suddenly pulling up the hem of his clothes.

Feng Yuxiu's pupils suddenly contracted.

A scar more than 20 centimeters long, resembling a ferocious centipede, meandered across Wu Liuyi's abdomen. There were also some fine, interwoven suture marks around the scar, indicating that he had undergone more than one surgery.

"Last year, during a cross-border operation, we were chasing drug lords on the southwestern border," Wu Liuyi put down his clothes, his tone as calm as if he were talking about someone else's business, "I was grazed by shrapnel and injured my internal organs... The doctor said I can no longer do high-intensity training."

He paused, then added, a barely perceptible crack appearing in his voice for the first time: "My body can't keep up, there's nothing I can do."

-

Feng Yuxiu remained silent for a long time, long enough to hear the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock, before slowly speaking: "You're still so reckless. Back then, I sent you to the Old A, thinking that the special forces could temper your personality, but you're still the same as the Steel Seventh Company, treating life as nothing, as a bargaining chip."

Wu Liuyi was quite cheerful. He pulled up a nearby stool and sat down, his posture still as upright as a pine tree. "I'm the kind of person who can't stand being idle. Back in the old A unit, while everyone else was training like crazy, I trained even harder. Take Cheng Cai, for example. I disliked him from the very beginning of the Steel Seventh Company. I thought he was too shrewd and calculating. But look at him now? He's a lieutenant, the king of snipers..."

He gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth, a smile that held too many unspoken emotions: "What about me? I don't have the God-given sniping talent like Cheng Cai. After so many years in the army, the highest I've ever reached is sergeant. If I stay any longer, I'll at most become a sergeant major. Now the military is moving towards a more technical and talent-oriented approach, and a rough guy like me who only knows how to work himself to the bone... it's time for me to retire."

As he said this, a deep sense of resentment flashed in Wu Liu's eyes, like a tiger trapped in a cage.

This guy belongs to the military at heart; leaving the barracks is like a fish out of water.

“Squad Leader Shi Jin followed the company commander and I heard he’s even become a company commander himself,” Wu Liuyi continued, gazing out the window at the unknown distance. “And me? I left the grassroots unit to chase some dream of becoming a special forces soldier. But in this world, dreams aren’t so easy to chase. Even if you do, you have to wake up.”

Feng Yuxiu could hear the bitterness in his words.

Amid the wave of military reform, soldiers like Wu Liuyi, who are "neither here nor there," are indeed in an awkward position.

What the military needs more are highly educated technical officers like Wu Zhe, or all-round talents like Tuo Yonggang, rather than Wu Liuyi who only knows how to risk his life on the tip of a bayonet.

"So what you just said about transferring to civilian work is..." Feng Yuxiu changed the subject, not wanting to reopen his comrade's wounds.

Wu Liuyi smiled, and that smile finally had a bit of warmth: "I was assigned to come to Hong Kong by my superiors. Now I'm the deputy head of the West Kowloon Major Crimes Unit."

-

Feng Yuxiu was taken aback, sensing something strange about the matter: "You, a soldier from the mainland, transferred directly to Hong Kong to become a policeman? That doesn't seem to follow proper procedures, does it?"

“Rules are rigid, but people are flexible.” Wu Liuyi shrugged, the gesture sounding somewhat stiff on him. “Policies follow the needs. Anyway, I’ll go wherever the commander tells me to go. A soldier’s duty is to obey, and I haven’t forgotten that.”

He glanced back, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

"Don't worry, it's safe here," Feng Yuxiu said.

Wu Liuyi then lowered his voice, making sure each word was clear: "Actually, I heard from inside sources that you were originally supposed to be transferred to Hong Kong. You might be assigned to an important position in the Hong Kong Police Force, like Commissioner or Assistant Commissioner. Well, I don't know much about the official positions here in Hong Kong, but they're pretty high-ranking and can handle a lot of things."

Feng Yuxiu's head suddenly went blank as he remembered that Li Xuanxuan's mother had vaguely mentioned it a few years ago in that picturesque courtyard in Beijing.

Six months later, he will be assigned to go to Hong Kong, which may involve matters such as demobilization and reassignment.

Was this mission waiting for him from the very beginning?
The leaders above have long wanted to clean up these gangs in Hong Kong and make the whole society clean and clear.

It's time to get rid of these gangsters left over from the 90s. Hong Kong needs to develop into a world financial center, not have its reputation tarnished by a few scoundrels. Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes.

He made the decision to come to Hong Kong on short notice after returning from his mission in the United States; he had never mentioned this plan to anyone before.

and many more!

Feng Yuxiu suddenly looked out the window, where Wang Bo and Wang Li were anxiously peering inside.

Could it be that... his previous arrangement for Wang Bo and Wang Li to come to Hong Kong was anticipated by his superiors? Did they already know that he would come to Hong Kong sooner or later?

How can this be?

Feng Yuxiu suddenly realized that everything before him was not so simple.

His hatred and his actions seem to have gradually become a piece on a vast chessboard.

The goal of this game is his mission: to eliminate all gangs in Hong Kong.

Now, he has purged a few scoundrels from the martial arts world, but he has little motivation to deal with deeply entrenched gangs like Hung Hing and Tung Sing.

He couldn't possibly kill all the tens of thousands of members of the major gangs, could he? If exposed, he would face a manhunt by the entire Hong Kong police force.

Such a large-scale massacre would be an absolute disaster for the stability of the harbor.

Therefore, the gangs must be forced to fight each other until they are all wiped out.

This is the best outcome for the mission: to use the blood of the underworld to wash away the sins of the underworld.

Most importantly, Lu Xuanxin and the other Hong Kong police officers were unaware of his mission, but whether their superiors knew was another matter.

Lu Xuanxin must die.

Whether she is a good person or not, she killed him in his previous life, and this revenge must be taken.

Even if Lu Xuanxin is the most righteous police officer in the world, she must die.

No one could sway Feng Yuxiu's resolve.

This was the only obsession he brought back from the abyss of death.

He will never forget the feeling of death.

All the past was stripped away in an instant, disappearing without a trace, no matter how hard you try.

Darkness, eternal darkness, devouring life, that helplessness and fear...

"Three more?"

Wu Liuyi waved his hand in front of Feng Yuxiu's eyes.

Feng Yuxiu snapped out of his reverie, took a deep breath, and the fishy smell still lingered in the air: "That's pretty good. At least the salary level in Hong Kong is much higher than on the mainland. But I suggest you take advantage of the fact that housing prices aren't too high yet and buy a house as soon as possible. After all, you'll be living in Hong Kong for a long time."

Wu Liu paused for a moment, then nodded seriously: "I will consider it."

Feng Yuxiu rarely offered advice, so Wu Liuyi took it very seriously.

When this simpleton speaks seriously, he is often right.

Feng Yuxiu didn't say anything more.

He wasn't surprised that Wu Liuyi could find him so accurately; he was invisible to the Hong Kong police and gangs.

But in the eyes of his superiors, his every move in Hong Kong is probably transparent.

They let him in, perhaps precisely so that he could become the knife.

Wu Liuyi was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke up somewhat awkwardly, as if he were about to reveal a hot-button secret: "Um... I heard you went into the vice sect leader's boudoir? Don't you have a boyfriend?"

Feng Yuxiu's face darkened, and his gaze suddenly turned icy: "Where did you hear that from?"

Wu Liuyi sighed, his sigh filled with helplessness and worry: "The commander told me to ask. He told me to tell you that you need to be clear about your identity. If you do something reckless... you might get away with it in terms of righteousness, but in other aspects, he won't let you off the hook."

Feng Yuxiu sneered, his laughter filled with arrogance: "Then let me tell you, I didn't just enter the Vice Sect Leader's boudoir. By the way, I don't just have one woman, I have two others. If you include the Vice Sect Leader, I have four women."

Seeing Wu Liuyi's shocked and almost out-of-control expression, he continued, each word like a stone hitting the ground: "Does it seem ridiculous? That's just how Hong Kong is. You know that tycoon? Eight concubines. I'm nothing compared to him."

Wu Liuyi's pupils constricted, his face filled with shock and disbelief, his voice trembling: "Sanduo, you can't say things like that... If the commander finds out, you'll..."

"Am I married? Am I having an affair?" Feng Yuxiu interrupted him, her tone sharp. "No, I'm just dating. Liu Yi, what's the use of a man—a strong man—if he doesn't date a few beautiful women? Is he just putting on an act?"

Wu Liuyi stood up, took two steps back, and looked at Feng Yuxiu intently, his gaze as if he were scrutinizing a stranger.

After a long silence, he gave a bitter laugh, a laugh filled with the weariness of life: "People really do change... When we were kids, you were climbing the banyan tree, and I was climbing it. Who would have thought that this simpleton would become like this... like this..."

“This is not a change, this is an awakening,” Feng Yuxiu said calmly, gazing into the distance. “You’ll understand once you’ve died, once you’ve truly died.”

Wu Liu paused for a moment, then sighed, "Indeed, those battles you went through were practically the same as dying. I can understand your magnanimity."

-

"Alright," Wu Liuyi said seriously, straightening his back again, "My superiors told me to cooperate with you. If anything happens in the future..."

“No need.” Feng Yuxiu interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “I will make you an inspector in the Major Crimes Unit. Of the few who came out of the Seventh Company, you are the only one left that I know. You should be in this position.”

Wu Liuyi slowly forced a smile, a smile that revealed his signature stubbornness: "Everyone has to have something to strive for, I never rely on personal connections."

"Stop talking nonsense," Feng Yuxiu's tone became stern, just like when he was training soldiers in the Steel Seventh Company back then. "You already owed me a favor when the Old A team was being assessed, so one more won't make a difference. I didn't expect you to pay me back anyway. From the time the company commander told me that, to today I'm telling you the same thing: China is a society based on personal connections, and everything depends on personal relationships. Being high-minded? Being high-minded won't get you what you want."

He stared into Wu Liuyi's eyes, his gaze sharp: "You think your transfer is really because you're incompetent? Wu Liuyi, don't be so naive. Your path has already been drawn for you."

Wu Liuyi's smile vanished, replaced by a familiar, rock-like stubbornness: "I will walk my own path. I will accept whatever outcome it may lead to."

The conversation between the two ended unhappily. Wu Liuyi was stubborn; once he made up his mind, nothing could change it.

This is his pride, and also his prison.

But this only strengthened Feng Yuxiu's resolve.

Lu Xuanxin must die; this plan must be carried out to the end.

The arrangements from above, the appearance of Wu Liuyi, the chaos in Hong Kong... all the threads seem to point to a predetermined ending.

After Wu Liuyi left, Feng Yuxiu stood in the backyard of the fish shop, looking at the gray sky over Hong Kong.

Wang Bo cautiously approached, his voice low: "My benefactor, that person..."

“An old friend,” Feng Yuxiu said simply, his gaze still fixed on the distance. “If he comes again, just let him in.”

He paused and added:
"There aren't many people left in this world you can truly trust." (End of Chapter)