Myanmar North, Kachin State, within a military camp.
Luo Dayong frowned slightly as he put down the phone.
Their backers, the Kachin Army, didn't actually have much of a relationship with Yanhuang Country.
But as small warlords, they were simply trying to survive in the cracks between major powers.
He and Li Feng weren't really acquainted; they had only met a few times and had some minor interactions.
But now, since Li Feng had made a request and specifically called him to ask for a small favor, Luo Dayong felt that he must oblige!
"It's just a young man, right? They also said this person doesn't have much of a strong background or backing."
"As long as the person is dead, Li assured me again and again that there will absolutely be no complications left that could implicate me."
"Just one person, and yet quite exceptional, with strong individual combat skills?"
