The Commander Will Set You All Free—Sooner or Later!

"Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!"

A hailstorm of bullets erupted, encircling Chen Dafeng almost instantly. Yet, this time, Chen Dafeng didn't flinch, didn't dodge, not even a flicker of movement.

It was as if he wanted the enemy to surround him, his lips curling into a cold smirk as he awaited the torrential onslaught.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Bullets rained down on him from every direction, ricocheting off his body with metallic pings. They couldn't pierce him. Not a single one.

Every inch of his body was covered in gunfire. The soldiers nearby, their weapons, even the defensive structures—obliterated. But Chen Dafeng stood unscathed, his skin untouched, the deluge of bullets as harmless as a breeze.

The only casualties? His oversized boxers and the cigarette dangling between his fingers.

"Is that all you've got? Skipped breakfast, did you?"

Chen Dafeng stretched leisurely, arching his back like a lounging cat, utterly unconcerned by the murderous glares of the armed men surrounding him. Bare-chested and unbothered, he sprawled atop the remains of the destroyed barricade, squinting lazily at the sky.

"Come on now, put some muscle into it. Today's massage is feeling a little... weak," he teased, his voice dripping with mockery.

The slaves—most of them armed—looked at him with a mix of shock and fury. Their rifles wavered, uncertain.

Shoot again? It was pointless. Bullets couldn't harm him.

But not shooting? Letting him waltz around and humiliate them like this? Unthinkable.

Tension thickened in the air as gunfire faltered. Eyes darted toward their commander, silently begging for orders. But even he hesitated, jaw tightening. Wasting bullets was no longer an option.

"Chen Dafeng!" the slave captain barked, his voice echoing. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?"

Chen Dafeng didn't bother responding. He simply reclined further, as though the captain's words were nothing but a mild inconvenience.

Today wasn't about them.

Today, he was sending a message to the higher-ups, a declaration. Enemy disruption doesn't have to rely on stealth. A frontal assault works just fine.

Suddenly, Chen Dafeng raised a hand to his ear, tilting his head slightly. A calm voice came through his earpiece.

"Thanks for drawing their attention, Comrade Chen. We've located the hostages—four separate locations. I'll guide you from here. Proceed with the rescue operation."

"Got it," Chen Dafeng replied, smirking. These guys weren't stupid, splitting up the captives like that. Clever.

With his next objective clear, he leapt down from the barricade. Calmly. Casually.

"Chen Dafeng! Answer me!"

"Chen Dafeng, stop where you are!"

"Chen—"

The shouts became a cacophony as armed men surged forward, trying to surround him. But their efforts were futile. Chen Dafeng moved like a ghost—here one moment, gone the next. His movements were deliberate, teasingly visible, yet impossible to pin down.

The spectacle caught the eyes of slaves laboring nearby. They paused, dumbstruck by the sight: a bare-chested man striding through their territory as if he owned it, a mob of armed guards trailing helplessly behind him.

"Is that... Chen Dafeng?" someone murmured.

They'd all heard of him—his name was practically legend. But seeing him in person? Like this? It was beyond belief.

He strode deeper into the settlement, straight toward a villa. Ignoring the frantic shouts behind him, Chen Dafeng kicked the door open, sending screams echoing from inside. He marched through, past the startled inhabitants, descending into the basement.

The slave captain arrived moments later, panic etched across his face. "He's after the hostages! Stop him!"

They rushed in, only to find... nothing.

No Chen Dafeng. Just a group of pale, malnourished captives staring back at them. Their eyes flickered with something unexpected—hope.

"Check the cameras!" someone yelled.

"Got him! He grabbed two hostages and... vanished!"

"Vanished?! What do you mean, vanished?!"

"He's too fast! It's like he's teleporting!"

The captain slammed a fist against the wall, his voice trembling with rage. "Coward! That bastard won't even fight us head-on!"

Silence fell. His men exchanged awkward glances. Fight him? They couldn't even scratch him.

"Damn it! At least he only took two hostages..."

Before he could finish, alarms blared again.

"He's back!" someone screamed. "That bastard's back!"

"What?!"

The captain bolted from the basement, only to freeze mid-step as someone brushed past him—a figure moving so fast it seemed impossible.

Chen Dafeng.

The man paused briefly, giving the captain a cheerful nod, even clapping him on the shoulder as he passed.

By the time the captain regained his senses and dashed back into the basement, two more captives were gone.

"Why didn't you stop him?!" he roared.

"How?" one of his men shot back, exasperated. "We can't even slow him down!"

The remaining captives exchanged glances, their sunken faces now alight with renewed determination.

They knew.

That strange, invincible man—they weren't just rumors. He was here to save them.

And then, as if to confirm their thoughts, Chen Dafeng's voice rang out from the shadows, sharp and teasing.

"Well, well, still standing around? Hard workers, aren't you?"

They turned, eyes wide, as Chen Dafeng strolled back into the basement—fully dressed this time, looking as if he'd just taken a refreshing stroll.

"Good work, everyone. You've done well guarding these folks," he said, patting a few shoulders on his way. "But don't worry. Your turn's coming. The Commander will set you all free—soon enough."

He turned to the captives, his tone softening. "Hang tight, comrades. You'll all be back in Motherland's arms before long."

And with that, he was gone again, a blur that left the basement eerily silent.