Rebirth: General, Don't Mess Around!

Ye Jian had always hoped to catch up with Xia Jinyuan’s pace, to fight alongside him. Now that her wish had been realized, she applied her skills to walk with him through the battlefields, amidst the smoke and bullets, aspiring to become his strongest subordinate and protector.

Xia Jinyuan was especially pleased with her response, and during a retreat, he tightly grasped her hand, brought it to his lips for a kiss, and whispered with a low chuckle, ”Let’s both strive to avoid injuries and survive every battle.”

The position they had reached today was the result of their joint efforts, and they would continue to strive together for the rest of their lives.

With flames soaring into the sky behind them, the pair had moved out of danger and quietly awaited the return of their comrades.

Meanwhile, V8 and K7 worked together to tackle a soldier under Noah, taking advantage of the chaos caused by G3 and White Crane to push the man outside to a certain location. This was all to make Cyril take serious notice of Noah; they needed concrete evidence to convince him.

They might as well set him up then.

The blaze had brightened the village. When Cyril, now aware of what was happening outside, received the reports from his subordinates, he flew into a rage. The explosion had virtually destroyed his auction house.

Faced with such deep-seated hatred, Cyril couldn’t wait to tear the perpetrator to pieces.

The exterior area exploded, and the interior suffered damage; all the crystal chandeliers had fallen, seriously affecting the structural integrity of the beams. What was once a well-functioning auction house had suddenly become a dangerous building.

The artwork was sent away in time. All the buyers who had come for the auction were escorted out of the interior area by their personal bodyguards and the staff arranged by Cyril.

Every person who came out had an appalling expression. They had entered the auction dressed in suits, looking like successful individuals, but they left in complete disarray; some buyers were even injured and bleeding.

Noah had attempted several times to rush the stage but was forced back and never got the chance to get close to the paintings. He had to watch helplessly as his country’s long-lost masterpieces slipped away right before his eyes.

The collectors were furious, blaming the evening’s injuries on Cyril’s lack of security. Some wanted to confront him, but considering Cyril’s personality, they ultimately chose to grudgingly leave.

”If it weren’t for the painting, I wouldn’t have set foot in here for half a step, half a step!” a collector, his forehead sliced by a shard of crystal chandelier glass, pressed a handkerchief to his wound and cursed loudly as he was escorted by four bodyguards to his car, ”Damn dwarf, he’ll one day die by his own greed!”

Not having acquired the paintings he desired and leaving injured, this collector was very angry, and his rage was evident even in the way he walked away.

As Cyril, engaged in a conversation with Mr. Will, listened to his subordinate’s report, his sinister eyes narrowed; he simply gestured with his hand. Less than three minutes after the angry collector’s car had left, the remaining buyers saw the first vehicle explode mid-air, killing everyone inside.

Height was Cyril’s absolute taboo because he was only 164cm tall, a rather short man.

Witnessing Cyril dismiss six people with a mere wave of his hand, Mr. Will slightly lowered his eyelids and continued, ”Mr. Andre’s paintings will soon end up in Noah’s hands. The other three, he’s sure to take back.”

Upon hearing this, Cyril laughed heartily. After his laughter, a chilling glint surged in his ominous eyes, ”I very much hope he tries to steal back the paintings I’ve auctioned. Very much indeed!”