Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The members of Facing Heaven Gate watched in shock as Li Yuanhe suddenly attacked Elder Wang.

Everyone crowded around, trying to pull Li Yuanhe away.

Li Yuanhe suddenly revealed a pistol, aiming its dark muzzle at everyone.

"What are you doing? I am the Sect Leader of Facing Heaven Gate, are you trying to rebel?"

This time, no one could believe it even more.

Li Yuanhe actually attacked one of his own for a token.

Who exactly is this so-called Imperial Father?

Zong Qingzhi laughed out loud on the side, almost pointing his finger at Elder Wang's head.

"Scum, didn't you want to hit me? Come on then?"

Elder Wang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and shouted loudly.

"Sect Leader, I refuse to accept this. Why are you doing this? And who is this damn Imperial Father anyway..."

At this point, Li Yuanhe slapped Elder Wang hard across the face, sending him sprawling.

Zong Qingzhi laughed maniacally.

"Li Yuanhe, your fellows really are loyal to you."

"I think you can certainly take charge and rebel against the Imperial Father."

Hearing this, sweat began to bead on Li Yuanhe's forehead.

He cracked Elder Wang's jaw with a click.

Even though Elder Wang couldn't open his mouth, he still let out a muffled roar, clearly cursing.

Zong Qingzhi's laughter didn't stop.

"Li Yuanhe, what do you think the Imperial Father would do to you if he heard all this?"

Li Yuanhe turned around and looked deeply at Zong Qingzhi, his expression very respectful.

"Brother Zong, please tell the Imperial Father that I, Li Yuanhe, am unwaveringly loyal to him."

Zong Qingzhi chuckled, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Unwavering loyalty? First, you resisted the Imperial Father's orders, and now your subordinates are disrespectful. What loyalty are you talking about?"

Li Yuanhe gritted his teeth, produced a dagger, and walked to Elder Wang, deep regret in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Brother Wang, I have no choice."

As he spoke, the dagger stabbed fiercely into Elder Wang's heart and then jerked upward.

Blood spouted from Elder Wang's mouth, but his eyes were filled with sorrow.

Everyone gasped.

Li Yuanhe, who had always been kind and warm to his brothers in the sect, was now forced to kill them by his own hand.

Who on earth is this Imperial Father Zong Qingzhi mentioned?

Zong Qingzhi nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "That's more like it."

"The Imperial Father has returned. He has ordered the Four Gate experts in prison to find a way to eliminate Fang Zhao, and under no circumstances let him leave the detention center alive."

Li Yuanhe folded his fists and saluted: "Yes, all disciples of Facing Heaven Gate follow orders."

Zong Qingzhi waved the Sea Monster Token in his hand, chuckling.

"The other three gates have already begun to act. I hope you won't let the Imperial Father down."

"Kill Fang Zhao as soon as possible, and then the Imperial Father will naturally commend you."

With that, he swaggered out of the headquarters of Facing Heaven Gate.

Yang Fei was temporarily detained and escorted to the Sanhai City South Suburb Detention Center, feeling a faint unease from his Turtle Extreme.

The integration between the General Police Department and the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions was still incomplete.

To the Sanhai City Police Department, Yang Fei was an extremely dangerous criminal.

The Sanhai City South Suburb Detention Center was usually used to hold serious offenders, with stringent security.

The prison walls were three meters high, topped with barbed wire and electric fencing, with eight watchtowers built at the corners, guarded in shifts twenty-four hours a day.

Yang Fei had almost no personal belongings, but the security check personnel still meticulously searched him.

The security personnel confiscated all of Yang Fei's personal metal items and finally put him into cell number 314.

When the iron door of the cell clanged shut, the light inside immediately turned dim.

Yang Fei squinted, surveying the not overly spacious space.

There were a total of four bunk beds in the room, each able to house eight people.

However, there were only five inmates in the cell at the moment, and with Yang Fei, only six in total.

In the room, the five inmates followed the rules, sitting on their beds with knees together, hands on their knees.

Yet, as soon as the guard left, a big guy full of muscle stood up grinning from the wall on the left.

He gestured at Yang Fei: "New guy, got anything good to contribute?"

Yang Fei leisurely took out a pack of Red Cloud cigarettes.

The big guy's eyes lit up instantly, widening.

Next, Yang Fei took out a packet of spiced beef, and finally even a bottle of Erguotou liquor.

This time, everyone's spirits lifted, the aroma of the beef intoxicating.

To the prisoners, the cigarettes and beef were more tempting than anything else in the world.

Especially since Yang Fei also had liquor in his hand.

These things were originally prohibited from being brought into the cell, and it was unclear how Yang Fei managed to get them in.

The big guy practically lunged like a jackal, reaching out to grab the treasures from Yang Fei's hands.

Yang Fei sidestepped casually, looking at the big guy calmly.

"These things are mine."

The big guy gave a cold sneer: "Oh, you're a dumbass, brothers, teach him how to behave."

He retreated, and the other four stood up, surrounding Yang Fei.

Yang Fei twisted open the bottle cap, took a swig of the strong liquor, smacking his lips.

"So, you're planning to rob me?"

The big guy, a Prison Tyrant, already considered Yang Fei's things as his own.

Seeing Yang Fei drinking so openly, he got furious: "Beat him up."

All four of them charged at Yang Fei together.

Yang Fei gulped down half the bottle of liquor, letting them hit him without bothering to care.

The Prison Tyrant watched this guy down the liquor in one go, nearly drooling from longing.

Immediately, he became furious and joined the fray, throwing his Turtle Fist at Yang Fei.

Before Yang Fei was brought in here, he fought a bunch of Qingmen experts for half a day and was already hungry.

The group could beat and kick him all they wanted; he didn't mind and just treated it like a tickle.

He simply turned around, drinking and eating beef heartily.

The five attackers were completely frustrated.

Their punches and kicks landed on his body like hitting incredibly tough cowhide.

They couldn't hurt him, and there was even a faint recoil.

Especially since he didn't care about the beating and continued drinking and eating nonchalantly.

The aroma of the liquor and meat tantalized everyone's noses, making them salivate.

After a round of punches and kicks, the five were panting heavily.

Yang Fei, however, continued drinking and eating with relish. The more they hit, the less energy they had, so they just stopped.

The Prison Tyrant had never seen such a weirdo, glaring fiercely at Yang Fei.

"Are you even human? Can't you leave me a bite?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily.

"Beg me, and I'll give you some. If you try to rob me, I won't give you any."

Saying this, he finally swallowed the piece of beef in his mouth and blew a breath onto the Prison Tyrant's fist.

"Ah!"

The Prison Tyrant suddenly let out an incredibly shrill scream, clutching his fist and rolling on the ground.