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Zhao Tiezhu chuckled and said, "In our village, everyone learns martial arts. These skills are passed down in the family. My dad was the captain of our province's martial arts team when he was young, but he retired early due to an injury. I've been pushed to practice martial arts since I was a child, so I know a thing or two."

"Tiezhu, you're kidding, right? Calling that 'a thing or two'? I'm totally impressed. I don't care, you have to teach me when you have time," Wan Chunhua said.

"My dad said our family's martial arts can't be taught to outsiders," Zhao Tiezhu laughed. "If you really want to learn, ask Brother Fu and Brother Ye. Their skills are better than mine."

Wan Chunhua looked at Ye Qian and Fu Junsheng in surprise, not expecting them to also be hidden martial arts masters. "Hey, Brother Fu, Brother Ye, think about it. I actually have a knack for martial arts; I promise I can carry on your skills."

"My skills aren't suitable for you," Ye Qian smiled lightly. Indeed, Ye Qian's martial arts were meant for killing, designed to be quick, precise, and deadly. Although the Wolf Fang mercenaries also trained in combat, their skills were mostly honed through deadly confrontations.

"You're too competitive. I advise you not to learn; it might be better for you," Fu Junsheng said. "If you really want to learn, I can teach you, but you must promise not to use what I teach you to bully others."

Wan Chunhua was a bit disappointed when Ye Qian declined to teach him, but he was excited when Fu Junsheng agreed. "No, no, I'm not like that. I promise, as long as no one provokes me, I absolutely won't bully anyone."

Fu Junsheng nodded slightly without further comment. Having worked with Wan Chunhua for so long, he had a good understanding of his character. Despite being somewhat brash and impulsive, Wan Chunhua was loyal and upright with his friends and brothers.

Wan Chunhua happily chuckled, "Brother Fu, you're the best. I'm paying tonight; everyone order whatever you like, don't be shy."

"Really?" Zhao Tiezhu asked, both surprised and excited.

"Of course. When have I ever gone back on my word?" Wan Chunhua responded.

"Heh heh, boss, bring us twenty skewers of lamb bones, ten chicken legs, forty skewers of leeks, some squid, oysters, and the like," Zhao Tiezhu chuckled.

"Damn, Tiezhu, are you extorting me?" Wan Chunhua was shocked. "Can you even eat that much?"

"It's not just him; we're all eating," Ye Qian laughed. "You rarely treat us, so we shouldn't hold back."

Wan Chunhua smiled helplessly and said, "Alright, alright, I'll splurge, I might as well burst your stomachs." He couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

It wasn't until after 10 p.m. that the four of them finished eating and went home. Ye Qian ended up paying the bill, not because Wan Chunhua was stingy but because Ye Qian felt that since he had offered, he should follow through. Considering Wan Chunhua's financial situation, which likely wasn't very good—after all, the cost of the meal was enough to support a family for half a month in his hometown—it seemed the right thing to do.

To Ye Qian's surprise, his and Fu Junsheng's homes were only a street apart. Although Ye Qian initially planned to take a taxi, he decided to walk home instead, using the opportunity to chat with Fu Junsheng. From Fu Junsheng's demeanor, Ye Qian could tell he must have been a formidable figure in the military. This was apparent from his piercing, fierce gaze, which, although worn by life's hardships, still couldn't hide the intensity within.

"Brother, which unit were you in before?" Ye Qian asked as they walked home.

Fu Junsheng's expression darkened slightly, tinged with sadness. "It's all in the past, better left unmentioned."

Ye Qian smiled faintly, understanding such a response. From Fu Junsheng's eyes, it was evident that whatever had happened in the military was deeply etched in his memory. "Some things, even if you want to forget, you can't. I noticed the tattoo on your arm. If I'm not mistaken, you must have been with the Huaxia Wolf Fang Special Unit, right?"

Knowing about the Wolf Fang Special Unit in Huaxia was common for Ye Qian because the founder of the Wolf Fang mercenaries was a veteran from that very unit. This deep connection was why the mercenaries were named "Wolf Fang." They would undertake tasks for Huaxia when official channels couldn't act. Although these tasks were kept strictly confidential, the loyalty to their country remained absolute, even in foreign lands.

Fu Junsheng paused, clearly surprised by Ye Qian's knowledge, then looked away, a shadow passing over his face as he remembered the past. He didn't speak, but his silence was confirmation enough.

"Why did you leave the military?" Ye Qian asked. Although he knew this might dredge up painful memories for Fu Junsheng, leaving issues unresolved could cause more harm than good. Members of the Wolf Fang unit rarely left the service, so Fu Junsheng's departure hinted at a significant backstory, potentially the source of his torment. Ye Qian wanted to help, even if it was a long shot.