Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The Caucasian rushed to the Demon Emperor's front and was startled at once.

The target was severely injured and was barely breathing; this definitely wasn't caused by a single sniper bullet.

The Leopardess Woman and the black man were on alert; the Caucasian reached out to search the Demon Emperor's body and found a bronze box.

He opened it and was filled with joy: "God bless, we finally found the Life Amber."

The black man and the Leopardess Woman were visibly delighted as well.

At this moment, a lazy voice reached the ears of the three people.

"Drop that box, put your hands on your head, squat on the ground."

The three experts were startled at once.

All three were Martial Arts Masters, keen of sense, yet they hadn't noticed when this person sneaked up on them.

The Caucasian looked up to see a carefree young man, an elderly man, and a large group of Huaxia people surrounding them.

The Caucasian carefully put away the box and slowly stood up.

He looked at the carefree young man, his eyes revealing a mocking intent.

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean?"

The black man and the mixed-race woman tensed up.

They clearly felt that this group of people had Qi-Blood as fiery as a blaze, and an imposing Essence.

Everyone's strength was on par with theirs.

The carefree young man was, of course, Yang Fei.

He lit a cigarette, sighed lightly.

"Be a good fellow, drop the Nine Extremes, and roll back to your hometown."

"If I see you trash in Huaxia again, I'll use a Wolf Fang Club to bash your behind."

The Caucasian remained fearless, looking at Yang Fei with cold eyes.

"Sir, I think you might not understand the situation."

"If I were you, I would be very cautious with my words, because your head is under the aim of two heavy snipers."

As he spoke, a small red dot appeared on Yang Fei's forehead, projected by a heavy sniper's infrared sight.

Another small red dot aimed at Cui Xiang, who looked rather fierce.

The Caucasian laughed heartily, spreading his hands.

"Forgive me for being rude, Martial Arts is a backward civilization, good for physical training."

"But when it comes to battlefield fighting, a sniper can take down hundreds of Martial Arts experts."

"So, show some respect; we don't enjoy killing."

Yang Fei looked at him disdainfully, two words escaping between his teeth: "Idiot!"

Suddenly, he whistled sharply, the sound traveling far to the sniper's hiding place, eight hundred meters away.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi, who had been lurking for a long time, pounced at the snipers like leopards.

Under the Caucasian's watchful eyes, Fan Yi's Little Knife flashed a cold gleam.

The sniper, unable even to pull out his handgun, had blood spurting from his throat like a fountain.

The sniper clutching his throat collapsed, his body trembling violently.

The other sniper had his neck twisted with a crack by Mad Blade.

He also thrust a blade into the sniper's heart.

The Caucasian's eyes almost bulged out in shock.

He was an Energy Transformation Master and understood well.

Martial Arts Masters are powerless against guns.

But he never imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that his greatest reliance would be eliminated like this.

The Caucasian forced himself to stay calm, shaking his hands continuously.

"Gentlemen, I think there might be a misunderstanding."

"I can give you money; my employer needs this Life Amber, and I think you are here for money too, right?"

Yang Fei sneered, slowly extending his hand.

"I don't care who you are, leave the stuff and get out!"

The Caucasian shook his head, a proud look on his face.

"Since it comes to this, I know Huaxia Martial Arts has a way to solve problems called Martial Contest for Discourse."

"Let's compete in martial arts; if you lose..."

Yang Fei sighed and mumbled, "There are idiots every year, but there are especially many this year."

As he said this, he lightly beckoned.

The Changfeng Squad behind him immediately swarmed at the three experts like a group of hornets leaving the nest.

The Caucasian was aghast, hastily adopting a fighting posture.

"You are rascals, it's dishonorable to win through numbers, ah..."

Before he finished speaking, he was restrained by Cui Xiang's Martial Arts Energy Field.

Next, the large man delivered a heavy punch, battering the Caucasian's face.

Then, someone executed a Monkey Steals Peach move.

Another swung a staff overhead from behind the Caucasian.

In an instant, the unfortunate Caucasian was hit with countless heavy punches.

All sorts of lewd and shameless techniques were tested on his body.

At the same time, the black man and the Leopardess Woman suffered the same fate.

The two Grandmasters of Transformation Strength were beaten so badly by a group of Rogue experts that they couldn't recognize their own faces.

The Leopardess Woman naturally received even more generous treatment.

Yang Fei wondered if it was an illusion that the battered Leopardess Woman's chest seemed more swollen.

A few minutes later, the three foreigners were in tatters, appearing as if visited by a group of Yellow Weasels like mother hens.

The most infuriating Yellow Weasels wouldn't deliver a killing blow, specializing in stealthy attacks in hard-to-describe places.

So the Caucasian clutched his bottom, cross-legged, convulsing painfully on the ground, frothing at the mouth.

The black man's thick body hair had been plucked entirely, yet these hairs were glued onto Big Bald with strong glue.

The most terrifying thing was his member being tied into knots by a group of lewd fellows, making it impossible to even relieve himself.

As for the Leopardess Woman, the Rogues showed a bit of gentlemanly conduct.

Their group only painted a large middle finger with fresh blood on her underwear and let her go.

Yang Fei held the seized bronze box, feeling delighted.

This guy harbored a grand ideal to travel to past eras to become a dissolute young master.

Then, spend days hawking and walking dogs, leading a pack of lackeys, robbing beautiful young ladies upon sight and beating righteous heroes, collecting ten or eight concubines.

That life, oh...

Unfortunately, this grand ideal was just a thought for Yang Fei, often thwarted ambitions brought a sense of regret.

However, today, this grand ideal was somewhat realized, satisfying him.

Yang Fei, feeling triumphant, had Mad Blade carry the Demon Emperor's body, snapping his fingers.

"Brothers, retreat!"

The three international unfriendly people stared dumbfounded as the Rogues swaggered away, wanting to cry but having no tears.

The woman was almost stripped naked, except for her underwear.

Unashamedly, she put on the camouflage suit and propped up the Caucasian.

"Major, what should we do?"

The Caucasian Major gasped in pain, his face completely deformed.

"Report to headquarters, declare mission failure, and request reinforcements."

"My God, what kind of devils are they."

Saying this, he weakly groaned.

"Jason Stanson, go use chemicals to dissolve the bodies of the two snipers and bury the weapons."

"This is Huaxia, where guns are strictly banned; being watched by the National Security Department would be troublesome."

The black man Jason Stanson struggled to undo the knot in his pants.

His large black face flushed red and purple.

"Sorry, Major, I am in great pain."

The Caucasian sighed: "These guys are too strong."

"I think we should call for the Emperor Agent Bimos to solve this and retrieve the Life Amber."

"What, Emperor Agent Bimos? That's a legendary figure."

The woman and black man exclaimed in shock.