Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Liu Laosi finished speaking and hurriedly left.

Yang Fei felt a bit of warmth in his heart.

For a little guy like Liu Laosi to risk danger and do this was truly commendable.

There was an hour for time out, and only ten minutes had passed.

A man with a sallow face walked over.

He kept his voice very low.

"Our boss knows you're a big shot and wants to see me. Do you dare to come with me?"

Yang Fei, feeling a bit restless, listened to this and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Barbaric Arhat?"

The man nodded, looking at Yang Fei provocatively: "Afraid?"

Yang Fei spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Whoever is afraid is a damn grandson."

This guy posed in a defiant manner, swaggering behind the man, showing off and feeling pleased with himself.

In the prison, rumors spread like wildfire.

Everyone knew that the Barbaric Arhat was going to deal with this pretty boy.

The crowd watched him strut around arrogantly, oblivious to the danger, and started gossiping.

"Humph, doesn't know his limits, idiot!"

"This type of pretty boy, I can deal with ten of them single-handedly, yet he dares to offend Barbaric Arhat, really tired of living."

"Alas, I actually find him quite pitiful. This time, either his hand and foot tendons will be severed, or he'll be castrated."

"Everyone has their fate. He ignorantly offended Barbaric Arhat, this is his fate."

...

The murmurs of the crowd were kept low, yet Yang Fei could hear them clearly, and couldn't help but sneer coldly in his heart.

Just then, an old man sweeping the floor blocked Yang Fei's way, almost casually.

Yang Fei's heart stirred.

This old man appeared worn-out, yet at one glance, one could see that his steps and sweeping were extremely skillful.

The old man's entire aura flowed like gentle water, without any flaws.

At first, Yang Fei saw nothing unusual, but at a second glance, he was instantly shaken, extremely shocked.

By Yang Fei's judgment, this elder turned out to be a supreme master, and unfathomably so.

Even with Yang Fei's current skills, he couldn't find any opportunity to strike.

However, why was such a peerless master sweeping here?

The old man didn't even lift his head, his broom danced lightly.

Yet in Yang Fei's eyes, it was mightier than any weapon.

Yang Fei halted, deeply gazing at the old man.

And the old man's god-like eyes also softly regarded Yang Fei.

In the amber hue of the old man's gaze, it seemed many secrets were hidden.

A deep sorrow, an indignant outcry, an unyielding struggle, all intertwined within.

As the two stared intently, the sallow-faced man shouted.

"Old Baldy, you looking for death? Get out of the way, don't be a nuisance."

Old Baldy quietly stepped aside.

And at that moment when Yang Fei passed by him, Yang Fei distinctly heard Old Baldy's faint voice: "Be careful."

Yang Fei nodded slightly, expressing his gratitude, and continued to follow the sallow-faced man forward.

The sallow-faced man led Yang Fei to the entrance of the restroom, and waved his hand.

"The boss is inside, you go in."

Yang Fei covered his nose, exaggeratingly exclaimed.

"Turns out Barbaric Arhat likes to eat~ shit, purposely hiding in the toilet to handle things."

The sallow-faced man turned even more sallow at this, not daring to respond to Yang Fei, retreating two steps.

Actually, everyone knew that during time out activities, everywhere was monitored by surveillance cameras.

To resolve Mortal World grievances, it had to be in the public restroom without cameras.

The Turtle Extreme in Yang Fei's heart faintly sensed danger.

But he didn't care at all, shrugged his shoulders, and entered the restroom.

Just as Yang Fei entered, suddenly, with a "boom," a bag of white powder dispersed before Yang Fei's eyes.

A very pungent smell wafted over.

Quicklime powder!

This quicklime reacts explosively upon contact with water.

If it got into the eyes, it would immediately react, creating high temperatures, which could blind a person instantly—immeasurably sinister.

Yang Fei had long anticipated that there would be an ambush in the restroom.

But he hadn't expected this group of people to be so despicable, using quicklime as a low-life tactic.

Yang Fei closed his eyes and dashed into the restroom, followed by sharp swishing sounds from all around.

Yang Fei shouted loudly, the Martial Arts Energy Field activated, immobilizing everyone around him.

Then, he swiftly spun, his left leg like a Great Iron Whip, sweeping across.

Crack! Crack!

With a few bone-chilling sounds, the guys who surrounded him were all swept away by Yang Fei's indiscriminate attack.

Several people had their arms and ribs broken by the Dragon Elephant Great Strength.

Yang Fei, worrying that his eyes might get quicklime, dared not open them.

He activated the Turtle Extreme, the Tortoise Mirror clear as day, vividly reflecting the trajectories of three or four attacks around him.

He thrust forward, crashing into the nearest person with a loud "crack," sending him flying.

Then, Yang Fei clamped a sharp weapon coming from behind under his armpit, while his left foot kicked over his shoulder, striking the head of the person behind.

The man was like being hit by a battle-axe, the whole person flew backward.

At that moment, Yang Fei's right foot executed successive hook kicks, hitting three or four guys in the belly and chest, sending them all flying.

In an instant, Yang Fei, with his eyes closed, relying on the sensitivity of the Tortoise Mirror, forcibly knocked down the first wave of attackers.

Taking this opportunity, he turned on the faucet in the restroom based on memory.

A surge of cool water washed away all the quicklime residue from his eye corners.

Just then, a flash of Divine Light in the Tortoise Mirror showed a powerful punch coming straight for the back of Yang Fei's head.

Although the punch was still far away, Yang Fei already felt a tremendous pressure at the back of his head.

He sidestepped the attack and backed away.

Bang!

A heavy punch directly broke the metal water pipe, causing a large splash of clear water.

As Yang Fei retreated, he encountered attacks from two other guys but managed to kick them flying away.

Finally, Yang Fei's back came against the wall, he slowly opened his eyes.

Even though Yang Fei quickly closed his eyes and washed them clean with water.

However, the area near his eyes still felt like it was burning, incredibly uncomfortable.

Buzz!

Just as Yang Fei opened his eyes, a fist as large as a sand pot came smashing towards him.

The fist wind howled, emitting a thunderous rumble.

Yang Fei sneered and threw a punch of his own.

Bang!

Their fists collided, producing a teeth-aching creaking sound.

An immensely powerful fat man staggered backward.

His fist wrapped in dense iron chains, clinking as he punched.

Behind the fat man stood seven or eight people, holding sharpened toothbrushes, sharp steel pipes, and other deadly weapons.

While on the ground, many lay haphazardly, all injured and downed by Yang Fei's critical hits.

Yang Fei received the fat man's punch, feeling his knuckles faintly aching.

He knew this fat man was not simple, squinted menacingly: "Barbaric Arhat?"

The fat man chuckled, his facial fat quivering bit by bit.

"Since you know I am the Barbaric Arhat, you better leave your little life here."

As he spoke, the chains jingled, as he swung at Yang Fei again.