Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The taxi was stuck about a kilometer away from the Red Pavilion.

The traffic remained stagnant for more than ten minutes, and Wen Xiaoxiao was so anxious she was about to cry aloud.

Just then, Qin Xianfei called: "Fang Zhao, have you guys arrived?"

"I'm already at the entrance of the Red Pavilion, but the tickets are all gone."

Yang Fei found it utterly incredible, was this female principal also trying to chase celebrities?

Wen Xiaoxiao anxiously looked at Yang Fei.

"I also made plans with Sister Fairy Consort, how can the apartment trio be without her?"

Yang Fei gulped hard and thought to himself.

"If the concert trio could smoothly develop into a bed trio, that would be bliss."

Wen Xiaoxiao stomped her feet repeatedly: "What do we do, the concert is about to start."

"My Moon Goddess, boo hoo hoo..."

The taxi driver turned back apologetically: "Sorry, the road's completely blocked."

"Judging by the situation, traffic won't clear up for half an hour, I can only drop you off here."

Yang Fei nodded to the taxi driver, pulled Wen Xiaoxiao out of the car.

The two walked two kilometers and finally reached the entrance of the Red Pavilion.

The entrance of the Red Pavilion was already closed, the ticket office was empty, with only a few staff leisurely eating seeds.

Countless star-chasing young boys and girls lingered nearby, reluctant to leave.

Inside the Red Pavilion, the exciting dance music had already started, the thunderous applause and cheers made one's ears tingle.

The fans locked outside the Red Pavilion's entrance found the sounds more torturous than any punishment.

Yang Fei pulled Wen Xiaoxiao toward the ticket office and asked the staff: "Excuse me, are there any tickets left?"

The staff, a woman in her thirties, with sharp features, coldly shook her head: "No tickets, they sold out long ago."

"Boo hoo, no tickets left, can't see the Moon Goddess."

Wen Xiaoxiao, like a greedy child unable to have her favorite snack, was crying rivers of tears.

Yang Fei nodded, giving the woman a scrutinizing look.

He suddenly noticed the woman and a hulking man outside exchanged glances, then looked away.

Yang Fei's heart stirred, and he watched as the hulking man swaggered over.

He bumped Yang Fei with his shoulder: "Brother, want a ticket?"

The ticketing woman lowered her gaze, pretending not to see this scene.

Yang Fei smiled coldly and turned around: "Scalper ticket? How much each?"

The man snorted discontentedly: "What scalper ticket, watch your tongue."

"I bought a ticket for me and a friend, but he bailed on me, making me lose interest too."

"Ten thousand a piece, take it or leave it."

Wen Xiaoxiao immediately took out her phone to make a transfer.

"I want, I want, whatever the cost."

Yang Fei snorted, holding Wen Xiaoxiao's shoulder down.

"I've got the money, but I don't want to be played for a fool."

"You leeches are sucking dry my Zhiching wife, I can't let this slide."

The man laughed heartily, full of disdain.

"You actually take yourself seriously? Everyone wants to marry the Moon Goddess, but do you deserve it?"

Saying this, he looked lecherous.

"I dreamt last night about spending a passionate night with Xu Zhiqing."

"Tying up in uniform, I yanked her hair, banging hard, how about that?"

Yang Fei's face changed drastically.

Xu Zhiqing was his first love, waiting for him all these years.

Although Yang Fei still hadn't regained his memory, unable to find the first-love feeling.

Just based on Xu Zhiqing's steadfast devotion, Yang Fei couldn't let anyone off basking her in lechery.

Smack!

Yang Fei raised his hand and gave the hulking man a heavy slap.

He didn't use his Qi of Origin Core, yet was incredibly swift.

The hulking man didn't even see it coming, knocked rolling like a gourd.

Shocked and furious, the hulking man.

He rolled and sprang up, swinging fists at Yang Fei.

Smack!

Another crisp sound, the man flew out again.

This time hit harder, he lay sprawled like a dead dog, spitting out blood along with two big teeth.

Simultaneously, a lot of tickets fell out from his embrace, scattering everywhere.

Sharp-eyed Wen Xiaoxiao caught sight of the tickets, her eyes instantly lit up.

"Tickets, they're all tickets!"

The girl was too excited, her voice shrill.

A large bunch of fans unable to get tickets were heartbroken, utterly dejected.

Upon seeing a colorful shower of tickets, everyone's eyes turned red, rushing frantically.

Wen Xiaoxiao also charged on, only for Yang Fei to catch and hold her back.

"Careful, you'll get trampled to death."

Just then, hundreds of fans formed a fierce stream of people, engulfing the hulking man.

We could hear the hulking man's tragic wail: "Stop taking...my tickets, ah..."

He suddenly shrieked sharply, unsure if trampled or beaten, constantly crying out.

Wen Xiaoxiao, terrified by what she heard, dared not snatch anymore tickets, stamping anxiously instead.

"What to do, Brother Fang, think of something."

At this moment, Qin Xianfei came rushing from afar, rolling her eyes upon seeing Yang Fei.

"Seeing a fight already tells me you're here, can't you stay out of trouble?"

Yang Fei laughed aloud, righteously waving his hand.

"No can do, they're leeching off my wife's name, can't let them off lightly."

He said and suddenly leapt into the air, delivering a whip kick to the colorful steel roofing of the temporary ticket booth setup.

With a crash, the steel roof fell, pinning the accomplice ticketing woman underneath.

The steel was pipe-supported, Yang Fei's kick didn't harm her but almost scared her to wet herself.

Qin Xianfei stamped her foot.

"You're just a troublemaker, with all tickets gone, how do we get in now?"

Yang Fei followed Qin Xianfei's gaze, seeing the ticket-snatching fans disperse.

The trampled scalper, lying unbearably battered.

His thigh and arm dangled limply on the ground, clearly broken.

Head, face, and body were covered with countless shoe prints.

The man looked like a woman ravaged by a hundred or so people, not just injured, clothes ripped to shreds.

Even his briefs had been torn off for checking; hair, armpit, including some other, hair, had been plucked clean, looking extremely miserable.

Yang Fei shuddered, instinctively covering his assets.

The destructiveness of brainless fans was truly terrifying.

If these fans knew I kissed the Moon Goddess, touched her, would they tear me apart?

He fearfully pulled Qin Xianfei and Wen Xiaoxiao along.

The three walked to the Red Pavilion's side entrance, slightly quieter with no one around.

Qin Xianfei and Wen Xiaoxiao, hand in hand with him, couldn't help but blush.

Qin Xianfei pulled her hand away, highly suspicious: "What are you up to?"

Yang Fei took out his phone, chuckling.

"Let my Zhiching wife come fetch us, don't say anything."

"Pshaw, you're out of your mind!"

"Brother Fang, stop joking, please think of a way, the Moon Goddess is about to go on stage."

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