ongoingThe dead Feng Yuxiu was reborn in Xu Sanduo’s body. In this life he isn’t crippled. He enlists, bringing his internal‑skill manual with him. Gao Cheng shouts, “Hey soldier, come over, come over—Wu Liuyi, spar with him!” Feng Yuxiu slowly assumes the Dragon‑Tiger Fist, his gaze low, “Today we’ll settle the score and decide life or death!” Wu Liuyi: ??? Shi Jin: ? Years later, Shi Jin, who had been about to discharge, follows Feng Yuxiu and becomes a battalion commander. He lets out a long sigh, “Back then I almost kicked you out—thank goodness, thank goodness!” Decades later, Feng Yuxiu stands atop a Hong Kong tower, his eyes fixed on Xia Houwu with a mischievous glint. Behind him, Lu Xuanxin—dismissed from the Hong Kong police for corruption—has long been targeted by the sniper known as Old A. “Xia Houwu, what will you do this time?