Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

I'm not sure if the staff forgot, but in the evening, they actually didn't send Yang Fei any food.

This means he'll have to starve until twelve o'clock tomorrow noon.

Yang Fei wasn't bothered to think too much about it; enduring hunger is one of the basic training courses for a Special Forces soldier.

Even being hungry for two or three days is nothing out of the ordinary for Yang Fei.

He operated Turtle Extreme, gathering Qi-Blood, and slowly entered a realm of self-forgetfulness.

He didn't know how much time had passed before Yang Fei suddenly opened his eyes.

He felt someone approaching in the dark hallway.

This confinement room is together with the prison cells, just at the very end of the corridor.

If someone wanted to commit murder here, others wouldn't even notice.

A cruel smile emerged at the corner of Yang Fei's mouth.

Even though he was trapped in the small dark room, if someone genuinely wanted to harm him.

He would certainly show them why flowers are so red.

The person was getting closer and closer, always keeping his hand tucked inside his chest.

The person is none other than the deputy team leader of the prison guard squad, Zhang Yao.

Zhang Yao comes from a poor family.

The reason he was able to smoothly enroll in the police academy, finish his studies, and rise to the distinguished position of deputy prison guard leader.

All of this is inseparably connected with Li Yuanhe from Facing Heaven Gate.

Zhang Yao has always been grateful to Li Yuanhe.

Yet over the years, Li Yuanhe, apart from solving various difficulties and obstacles for him, never asked him for anything.

This accumulation of gratitude is simply overwhelming.

When Li Yuanhe finally spoke up and asked Zhang Yao to get something done, Zhang Yao didn't hesitate at all.

For him, even though Li Yuanhe hadn't asked him to join Facing Heaven Gate.

He already consciously sold his life to Li Yuanhe.

Therefore, temporarily transferring prisoners in the cells, providing controlled weapons to prisoners in the public restroom, these things Zhang Yao did without hesitation.

And now, he received another message from his benefactor Li Yuanhe, instructing him to kill the person in the confinement room at all costs.

Zhang Yao wasn't interested in knowing who this person was.

He only knew that as long as he killed this person.

The debt of gratitude owed to Li Yuanhe over so many years would be wiped clean.

Zhang Yao held the gun tightly in his chest, so excited that his scorching body heat warmed the handgun.

This handgun, the barrel fitted with a silencer, only had three bullets loaded.

And these three bullets were enough to kill the target person.

Suddenly, a cold laugh came from the confinement room.

"Is it worth doing this?"

Zhang Yao paused for a moment, then realized the other party already knew his identity.

He pulled out the gun, aimed it from a distance at the palm-sized square hole in the confinement room, and said calmly.

"There's nothing worth or not worth it; a soldier dies for one who understands them."

"This principle isn't just understood by you Mortal World people, I understand it too."

Yang Fei smacked his lips and chuckled.

"You're indeed a brave man. If I were to advise you to turn back, I'd be underestimating you."

"But do you think you can kill me?"

Zhang Yao snorted: "The entire detention facility considers you a god."

"I wonder if gods are truly immune to bullets and blades?"

Facing the killing bullets, Yang Fei remained calm and composed.

"Of course, gods aren't immune to bullets and blades, but before you fire, I'll kill you."

Zhang Yao laughed out loud.

Yang Fei was confined in the room, unable to stand or sit, yet he spoke such arrogant words.

He deserved death!

Amid the laughter, Zhang Yao clicked the safety off, held the gun with both hands, and aimed it at the square hole.

At such a close distance, in such narrow spaces, he didn't need to aim to kill Yang Fei.

At that moment, Zhang Yao's heart suddenly twitched.

It seemed as if an invisible large hand grabbed his heart through the air.

He staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

Zhang Yao opened his eyes wide in terror, looking at Yang Fei, filled with boundless fear.

The mysterious power emanating from the other party, invisible, intangible, silent, felt as though he'd bumped into a ghost.

In the square hole were Yang Fei's glowing eyes, faintly shimmering with eerie red light.

There is a ghost!

In this instant, cold sweat poured down Zhang Yao's back.

He had never seen such a terrifying creature.

Yang Fei looked at him calmly: "Considering your sense of loyalty, I won't kill you."

"If you don't leave now, don't blame me for striking a killing blow."

Yang Fei's Scale Shock Subsonic Wave was only exerting twenty percent of its power.

Seeing as Zhang Yao wasn't particularly bad, he intentionally spared him.

Otherwise, if Yang Fei released the full power of the Scale Shock Subsonic Wave.

In just a moment, Zhang Yao's heart would become a mass of rotten flesh.

Zhang Yao's heart twisted with pain, his vision was going dark.

But his trembling hand still held onto the gun, aiming at the square hole, prepared to shoot.

Yang Fei sighed, about to prepare to end Zhang Yao's life.

An old man's cough suddenly rang out abruptly.

This indeed startled Zhang Yao, and even Yang Fei's face turned pale.

Because even he hadn't realized that someone was nearby.

After the Core Formation to Divine Communication, Yang Fei's Snake Devouring power increased day by day.

His ability to sense his surroundings reached a fine detail.

It's said that if Yang Fei wanted.

Even the sound of crickets moving underground, he could clearly feel.

Yet now he couldn't sense the person appearing.

Strong expert!

Definite strong expert!

With the cough, an elderly man with a face full of wrinkles and a sorrowful expression walked over from afar.

He hunched his back, holding a broom and an iron dustpan, sighing as he walked.

"If he's letting you go, why seek your own death?"

Zhang Yao couldn't help but exclaim: "Old Baldy, why are you here?"

Old Baldy looked at Zhang Yao calmly.

"I'm a prisoner, the guards see me as old and let me clean up; appearing here is strange?"

"But, in the middle of the night, you..."

Zhang Yao stared at Old Baldy in amazement, unable to speak.

The next second, Zhang Yao's gun suddenly pointed at Old Baldy, his expression deadly and vicious.

"Since you've found out, don't blame me."

Old Baldy sighed.

"It seems you're not only foolish, but also ruthless; you deserve to die."

He spoke, glanced at the confinement room, shook his head, then turned to leave.

Zhang Yao's finger squeezed the trigger, watching Old Baldy walk further away, his face uncertain.

He suddenly gritted his teeth, about to pull the trigger.

At that moment, a powerful force suddenly surged through his foot, heavy and overwhelming.

Zhang Yao shrieked, half of his body seeming to be hit by high voltage electric current, then collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Elephant Pulse!

Old Baldy turned around, sighed.

"He is just a poor soul, why did you cripple him?"

Yang Fei's Elephant Extreme Pulse is immensely penetrating.

And Zhang Yao was just an ordinary person, without the Dark Force to resist.

This blow damaged and twisted the meridians in his lower body, likely leaving him paralyzed in the future.

Yang Fei snorted and said calmly: "You seem very familiar with my Kung Fu?"

The Elephant Pulse power Yang Fei emitted is invisible and intangible, ordinary people can't see its intrigue.

Yet Old Baldy saw through it at a glance, which astonished Yang Fei greatly.

Old Baldy sighed deeply, as if filled with endless emotion.

"Of course, I know, Elephant Extreme Pulse, power comes from the earth."

"Silent as a mountain when calm, and devastating like an earthquake when attacking, with infinite power."

"What, you actually know about the Nine Extremes?"

This time, Yang Fei nearly jumped up.