"Young Master Zhang, what brings you here?" Ouyang Feng asked, feeling somewhat uneasy.
"What, I can't come?" Zhang Shaohua retorted sarcastically.
"I didn't mean it that way, I'm just a bit surprised. You usually rest by this time, Young Master Zhang," Ouyang Feng explained with a helpless expression.
Internally, he felt a surge of disgust towards Zhang Shaohua!
He hadn't felt this way before, but after failing to steal the flag in their last mission, Ouyang Feng realized Zhang Shaohua was becoming increasingly passive-aggressive.
When he spoke, he was the spitting image of an ancient imperial eunuch!
Ouyang Feng wondered what had gotten into him.
"Hmph, there isn't much time left until the fourth mission. I'm here today to discuss countermeasures with you," Zhang Shaohua didn't dwell on Ouyang Feng's question. Instead, he boldly sat on the edge of Ouyang Feng's bed and spoke.
Ouyang Feng frowned imperceptibly, then asked, "Discuss what countermeasures?"
"Young Master Zhang, this time we can't know the specifics of the fourth mission in advance. I'll still be in Da Xiong's team then."
"We'll probably have to improvise everything!"
"Isn't it a bit late to discuss countermeasures now?"
Zhang Shaohua chuckled in response to Ouyang Feng's confusion.
Then, he pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket.
Ouyang Feng was immediately surprised and reached out to take the paper, wanting to see what was written on it.
However, as soon as Ouyang Feng extended his hand.
*Slap!*
Zhang Shaohua unceremoniously slapped Ouyang Feng's hand away.
"Let me ask you first, have you heard any whispers within Da Xiong's team?" Zhang Shaohua asked condescendingly.
Ouyang Feng felt a pang of bitterness, but outwardly, he showed no emotion and shook his head.
Normally, team members only gathered when a mission was imminent.
During regular training, everyone went about their own business.
Moreover, given Ouyang Feng's sensitive position, Da Xiong and the others would undoubtedly be wary of him.
Even if Ouyang Feng tried to get close, he wouldn't obtain any useful information!
Zhang Shaohua cast a disdainful glance at Ouyang Feng and said contemptuously, "I knew it. If I could rely on you, pigs would fly!"
"It's a good thing I prepared a backup plan, otherwise I would have been ruined by you."
Hearing Zhang Shaohua's words, Ouyang Feng felt incredibly wronged.
He remembered that the mission Zhang Shaohua had given him before was simply to infiltrate Da Xiong's team.
Then, find an opportunity for revenge.
Either making Da Xiong injured or causing him to lose mission points would suffice.
Now, even gathering information had become Ouyang Feng's responsibility?
Ouyang Feng took the slip of paper from Zhang Shaohua, his mind churning as he unfolded it.
When he saw a string of numbers on it, large question marks immediately appeared above Ouyang Feng's forehead.
"Young Master Zhang, what does this number mean?" Ouyang Feng asked, utterly confused.
If it were a password, it was too long.
If it were a phone number, it was too short.
This string of numbers seemed to serve no purpose!
"This is the contact number of someone in the Dragon Group. Because it's a special frequency, the number is different."
"I'm currently being watched by people from the Dragon Group, so you'll use this number to contact them and inquire about the next mission's details," Zhang Shaohua stated immediately.
Upon hearing this, all of Ouyang Feng's previous frustration and grievance vanished!
Clutching the slip of paper, he even felt a flicker of excitement.
He hadn't expected Zhang Shaohua to actually have some capability.
He could even get in touch with members of the Dragon Group.
However...
If he already had a connection with someone inside the Dragon Group, why only ask about the mission details?
Couldn't he do more?
As Ouyang Feng pondered this, he hesitated for a moment.
His reaction was noticed by Zhang Shaohua.
However, Zhang Shaohua wasn't a mind reader and naturally didn't know what Ouyang Feng was thinking.
He simply assumed that Ouyang Feng didn't believe him!
Therefore, Zhang Shaohua immediately said, "If you don't believe me, you can call this person right now in front of me."
"Young Master Zhang, I..." Ouyang Feng waved his hand, intending to explain.
But Zhang Shaohua didn't listen to his explanation at all. Instead, he continued talking to himself.
"If it weren't for this turbulent period, and me being under strict surveillance by the Dragon Group, there's no way this contact information would have fallen into your hands!"
"Trash is trash, not even brave enough to believe."
His words made Ouyang Feng's face flush and turn pale.
This was outright insult!
But Ouyang Feng still depended on the Zhang family's influence, so he dared not fall out with Zhang Shaohua.
He could only suppress his anger and respectfully say to Zhang Shaohua, "Young Master Zhang is right to admonish me."
Zhang Shaohua immediately lost interest and waved his hand dismissively. "Yes, go contact them quickly. I want to hear good news before the fourth mission begins."
With that, Zhang Shaohua left the room with his hands behind his back.
Ouyang Feng, watching Zhang Shaohua's retreating figure disappear, then lowered his head to examine the small slip of paper.
The brief phone number was already etched into Ouyang Feng's mind.
He thought.
If there was an inside informant in the Dragon Group, merely causing Da Xiong's team to fail would be too trivial.
Let alone causing Da Xiong's death.
At the very least, he should cripple Da Xiong, right?
With this thought, Ouyang Feng's eyes flickered. He then put away the slip of paper and lay down to rest.
The next day.
Da Xiong, still with his arm in a splint, arrived at the training ground as usual.
Zhou Yu was already waiting there.
Of course, he wasn't just waiting idly.
Zhou Yu was also exercising in the morning light.
When Da Xiong arrived, he specifically found a spot to sit and watch.
He saw that even in his breathing exercises, Zhou Yu exuded an inexplicable power.
His movements appeared gentle, but in reality, they were incredibly fierce!
Da Xiong was almost mesmerized.
However, after practicing a set of punches, Zhou Yu ceased his exertion.
He turned his head and saw Da Xiong staring intently at him.
Zhou Yu immediately felt a sense of exasperation.
"You're here, why aren't you saying anything?"
Da Xiong scratched his head sheepishly, his dark face tinged with red. "Sorry to disturb you, Divine Doctor Zhou."
"Divine Doctor Zhou, what is that style of boxing you were just practicing?"
Facing Da Xiong's curious expression, Zhou Yu took a few sips of water and calmly replied, "It's not time for you to learn that yet. Learn 'Hitting Through the Ox' first."
Da Xiong appeared somewhat dejected.
Although he didn't know the name of the boxing style Zhou Yu was practicing, just seeing Zhou Yu perform it told him it must be a powerful technique.
What a shame.
Da Xiong hadn't even mastered 'Hitting Through the Ox' yet.
Learning anything else would only be counterproductive.