"People of Dragon Tooth never produce trash."

The old instructor's tone was chilling, murderous intent overflowing as each word came through gritted teeth to the skinny man embedded in the wall.

"I am a ... *cough cough* ... Yanhuang Soul, by doing this, you..."

"Yan your fucking ass!"

The old instructor lashed out with another kick, and with a snap, the skinny man's ribs were instantly broken.

"You were once a soldier, you can't kill me, killing me would be tantamount to endangering national security..." The skinny man gasped for air, exerting all his strength to utter these words.

He was scared, deeply frightened.

No one could imagine that an old, lame man selling skewers possessed such terrifying power.

"Endangering national security? Ha! It's because of trash like you that I would rather sell skewers!"

Long Wuhui was emotionally agitated, wishing he could punch the skinny man to death, but he couldn't, as he could not bear the stigma of endangering national security.

Back in the day, out of all who joined Dragon Tooth with him, only he remained alive. Thirty-seven of them were left forever in some jungle in Europe, with no trace of their bodies left, another one hundred seventy died at sea chasing drug traffickers, again without a trace of their remains – only seven brothers barely made it into the martyrs' cemetery of a prefectural city!

"I've shed blood and sweat for the country!"

"All my brothers are dead!"

"And now you, this piece of trash, have the nerve to say I'm not patriotic!"

"Fuck!"

Long Wuhui threw a punch in anger, smashing hard against the alley wall, and with a crack, the wall fissured like a spider web, stones tumbled down, pulverized into dust by the furious Gang Qi.

"Instructor, that's enough."

Lin Hai had appeared beside him at some moment, holding down his hands, shaking his head.

"That's enough, it truly is enough!"

Long Wuhui shook his head, his entire demeanor returning to that of the old skewer seller.

Queen Qi and Ruoshuang were petrified, thinking in shock, "Linlin's (brother-in-law's) instructor is too fierce, so violent."

"Let's go, let's head back to the villa and forget about the trash."

Lin Hai's tone sounded more like consoling a wounded old boy.

"Back to the villa." Long Wuhui felt deeply despondent inside.

"Come with me to the Youming Ya Group, Instructor, as a favor, help me out, train those security guards properly, okay?" Lin Hai's voice was gentle as he asked.

Long Wuhui fell silent.

"Instructor, just treat those security guards as your own cadets from back then, really drill them hard, okay?"

Long Wuhui remained silent, but the corners of his eyes were moist.

The fiery zeal of youth was mercilessly worn down by the grind of life. The man who once sang war songs and charged into battle, eager to shed his blood, was now nearly branded a traitor by garbage, and his pride was deeply wounded.

Walking to the barbecue cart, Long Wuhui pulled open a drawer stained with years of smoke and seasonings, and inside was a long object wrapped in cloth.

As if looking at a beloved child, he cautiously and gently stroked it a few times before carefully unwrapping the cloth.

Queen Qi and Ruoshuang focused their attention, their beautiful eyes wide with curiosity, eager to see what the old instructor treasured so dearly.

"Protect—our—homes—and—our—country!"

The four characters, originally white but now spotted with brown, came into the women's view.

It was a discolored bayonet, a triangular dagger, once the standard weapon expertly used by the elite special forces of Huaxia.

The bayonet was smeared with mottled brown stains, the remnants of blood faded after years of erosion.

It held the blood of enemies, the blood of brothers, and his own blood.

For some reason, Queen Qi and Ruoshuang felt a tremor in their hearts.

An indescribable feeling of sorrow mixed with spirited fervor intertwined and filled their hearts.

The bayonet was not flashy or openly sharp as those found in the market, nor did it bear any lavish decorations—it was just an ordinary dagger.

Yet, it seemed as if it had been infused with something called "spirit" by a person.

Queen Qi faintly heard her father's words echoing in her ears; a true police officer should have a kind of "spirit" ingrained in their very bones—an obstinate belief and a noble and sacred ethos called the "Police Spirit."

Looking at the bayonet now, she was convinced that on the simple blade, there clearly lay something—an essence called the "Military Spirit." It represented the tradition of a military unit, the spirit of a soldier, a priceless treasure worth guarding and passing down through countless generations.

"Protect our homes and our country," these four words, devoid of extravagant language and pretense, represented the most straightforward expression, yet they were the first and deepest belief etched into the very bones of every true soldier upon donning their uniform.

"I promise you, Lengzi, I'll take that job at the security company you mentioned," Long Wuhui's dry lips parted as he spoke.

Lin Hai nodded vigorously, happily saying, "Great, instructor, I'll take good care of you every day—whatever you want to eat or drink, just say the word. If it comes to it, I'll just use the company's funds."

"Boy, we must never engage in illegal or undisciplined acts. There are no cowards amongst Dragon Tooth's ranks!"

"Mhm, just kidding. I've gotten slick after all these years, heh heh," Lin Hai blinked, feeling very pleased, knowing that at least he could now take better care of this man who was both like a brother and a father to him.

To him, enemies deserved to be ruthlessly crushed and adversaries had to be relentlessly ground into pieces. But as for family, he wouldn't even harm a single hair on their head.

As important people became fewer, those who remained grew more precious and needed to be cherished all the more.

"I'll leave this thing with you. It only brings back painful memories for me. You used to drool over this thing. Now you have it. Are you satisfied?"

With reluctance, Long Wuhui tossed the dagger to Lin Hai.

"Forget it, you keep it. You already gave me the dagger back in the day, which I modified to be more durable," Lin Hai said with a sheepish smile. Truthfully, he quite wanted it.

Long Wuhui kicked Lin Hai in the butt, grumbling, "If you want it, keep it. Stop dithering. Are you still a man? Take good care of it. Next time someone dares call Dragon Tooth trash, just stab them."

"Uh, killing people is illegal," Lin Hai blinked, feigning innocence despite having gained an advantage.

"Kill? Can't you just stab the fleshier parts? The buttocks, the anus, the soles of the feet; all these areas are fair game."

"…" Everyone rolled their eyes.

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