Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Next up, everyone witnessed Yang Fei's audacity.

On the phone, this guy was yelling and swearing at Wu Yuanzhong, the top leader of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions, slamming the table, deceiving and playing tricks.

He forced Wu Yuanzhong to commit to increasing the Evil Dragon's military funding by 4% for vacant positions before calmly leaving the interrogation room.

Chief Liao personally escorted Yang Fei out of the prison.

Along the way, the old man expressed his admiration repeatedly.

"I've long heard that the Evil Dragon Soldier King Yang Fei is a rascal who takes advantage of every opportunity. Seeing him today, he truly lives up to his reputation."

Yang Fei spat, "Old man, do you know how to talk? I call this loving my country, my family, and my squad."

"Although the Evil Dragon Squad hasn't been formed yet, there can never be a shortage of money. If we need funds then, will you lend them to me?"

Chief Liao chuckled.

"If you're willing to join Army A, I'll triple your annual military funding."

"Within a year, I'll apply for a promotion for you. Are you interested?"

Yang Fei sighed long and deeply.

"Don't mention it. Evil Dragon is my home; I can never abandon it."

"Do you think if Old Lady Wu knew you were trying to poach his talent, he'd come after you?"

Chief Liao shivered, laughed awkwardly.

"Never mind then. I don't want to get beaten up by Wu Yuanzhong at the next military committee meeting; the old guy really dares to use his fists."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, suddenly remembering Director Dong in prison.

"By the way, what about those violating guys?"

Chief Liao smiled slightly.

"Don't worry, I've already called the Sanhai City Discipline Inspection Commission to deal with this batch of leeches. They won't have a good outcome."

Yang Fei nodded, shrugged his shoulders, and stopped walking.

"Chief Liao, let's part here. Thank you for your rescue."

"I, Yang Fei, owe you this favor. We shall meet again."

Chief Liao, not one for pretense, smiled slightly.

"I call this a favor in passing. The General Police Department and the Hidden Dragon have already discussed it."

"It's just that my old comrade Wu Yuanzhong was afraid you'd suffer in prison, so before the General Police Department issued the document, he had me get you out."

Yang Fei nodded, "In short, I'll remember this favor of yours. Goodbye, take care."

As he spoke, he saluted Chief Liao with a standard military salute and turned to leave.

Chief Liao returned the salute, watching Yang Fei's back, couldn't help but sigh.

"This guy is truly a great general, such a rare sincere heart. Wu Yuanzhong is lucky."

He shook his head, got into a military vehicle, and waved forward: "Let's go."

Yang Fei walked onto the street, the cool breeze blowing, the air fresh and beautiful.

After a whole night of turmoil, the city lights gradually dimmed as the sky in the east began to grow white.

Yang Fei was worried about Wen Xiaoxiao's safety, and he didn't know if Wen Taikang caught up with the Demon Emperor.

He oriented himself, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the apartment.

When Yang Fei entered the detention center, all his belongings were confiscated, even the apartment key.

He rang the doorbell for a long time before the apartment door opened.

Wen Xiaoxiao, with her beautiful hair draped over her shoulders, her baby-fat round face full of fatigue, eyes drowsy.

"Sister Fairy Consort, did you have another all-night meeting?"

Yang Fei glanced at Wen Xiaoxiao, his heart stirred, greedily smacking his lips.

The little girl came out to open the door wearing just a robe.

Seeing the visitor not responding, Wen Xiaoxiao, astonished, opened her eyes, just in time to catch Yang Fei's peculiar gaze.

"Ah!"

Wen Xiaoxiao instinctively covered her chest, then another hand moved to cover below.

She fled into the room like a little deer.

"Brother Fang, when did you come back? You're such a big pervert."

From Wen Xiaoxiao's room, came her mix of surprise and playful scolding voice.

Yang Fei chuckled helplessly, could you blame a guy for this?

Soon after, Wen Xiaoxiao came out wearing a black puff dress, an off-shoulder white tulle blouse.

The little girl's eyes were red, face flushed, she hugged Yang Fei as soon as she came out.

"Brother Fang, you're back. Sister Fairy Consort and I were so worried."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing her sincere emotion, Yang Fei's heart warmed.

All things considered, he had known Wen Xiaoxiao for just over a month.

But looking at this little girl's demeanor, she seemed to have already regarded him as family.

He knew Wen Taikang was already released, initially wanted to ask Wen Xiaoxiao.

But seeing Wen Xiaoxiao's ignorance, he swallowed his words.

Perhaps keeping Wen Xiaoxiao this simply happy wasn't a bad thing.

Yang Fei thought as he entered the bathroom to take a shower.

He hadn't bathed for three whole days in the detention center.

Just then, the apartment doorbell rang, Yang Fei in the shower shouted for Wen Xiaoxiao to open the door.

But for some reason, Wen Xiaoxiao never responded, forcing Yang Fei to go out and open the door himself.

"You... you're back?"

Outside, Qin Xianfei, dragging her weary body, was just about to enter when she saw Yang Fei.

Her blue eyes lit up with a look of surprise.

Then, Qin Xianfei blushed, fiercely glared at Yang Fei, and fled to her room.

Yang Fei felt puzzled, a bit wronged.

He, in good faith, opened the door for Qin Xianfei, only to receive her cold shoulder. What's wrong with the world?

Wait a minute, showering?

Yang Fei instinctively glanced down at himself.

His trousers were off, leaving only a pair of underpants.

Oh damn!

Over ten minutes later, the bathroom door knocked; Qin Xianfei's voice came from outside.

"Fang Zhao, open the door."

Yang Fei, covered in shower gel, was immediately overjoyed.

"Commanding Officer, are you going to scrub my back?"

"Yuck, are you opening the door or not?"

Qin Xianfei spat, angrily saying, "This is incense ash fetched from a temple."

"When you shower, mix it in the water and rub it on yourself to ward off bad luck. I left it at the door for you."

Yang Fei opened the bathroom door, just in time to see Qin Xianfei slam her bedroom door, clearly terrified of Yang Fei.

By the bathroom door, there was indeed a cup of incense ash.

Yang Fei felt a warm glow in his heart.

He had met Qin Xianfei and Wen Xiaoxiao incidentally.

But whether it's Wen Xiaoxiao or Qin Xianfei, they had treated him like family.

Sometimes, the fate between people is just so inexplicably wonderful.

Following Qin Xianfei's advice, Yang Fei mixed the incense ash and rubbed it on himself, then rinsed with clean water.

He didn't believe in such superstitions, yet he couldn't let down Qin Xianfei's kind intentions.

As Yang Fei bathed, he suddenly felt a sense of unease, sensing that something bad was about to happen.