Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Demon Army Camp, General Hades's Mansion, Commander of the Demon Army.

The thick granite walls, though not tall, form a fortress-like structure that is exceptionally solid, with sentries everywhere and strict security.

However, all this defense was like thin air to Zhong Xiang and Chen Xingzhu.

The two of them silently passed through the main gate, through rows of guard patrol posts, directly reaching Hades's Military Affairs Office.

From the office's obscured windows, there was a faint flicker of light.

According to the intelligence they received, at this hour, Hades should be working inside.

Chen Xingzhu was wearing a black long dress, her waist cinched to accentuate her delicate figure.

She looked as if she had traversed time from the medieval era, with a calm expression on her face.

Zhong Xiang, however, was dressed in a camouflage suit and high combat boots.

He tread silently down the corridor, with a handsome face full of murderous intent.

Since Hades dared to rebel against the Demon Emperor, he should have known this day would inevitably come.

Everyone must pay the price for their ambitions and mistakes.

Chen Xingzhu stopped; the Military Affairs Office was right in front of them.

For some unknown reason, her heart felt a bit uneasy.

The perimeter of the Military Affairs Office was tightly guarded, yet there was not a single sentry here, so quiet it was suspicious.

Zhong Xiang made a gesture for Chen Xingzhu to step aside, then gently pushed the door, and quickly darted to one side.

To Zhong Xiang's surprise, the iron door of the Military Affairs Office opened with a push, without any mechanisms or alarms.

Zhong Xiang slowly revealed himself, his face dark and somber.

In the Military Affairs Office, behind a large desk.

An elegant Caucasian man, wearing a plaid suit, was smiling at Zhong Xiang and Chen Xingzhu.

Zhong Xiang's eyes narrowed, the martial arts realm of the Caucasian before him was profound as the sea, yet his Qi-Blood and Essence Qi did not leak a bit.

Even with Zhong Xiang's martial arts realm, he couldn't discern his cultivation.

Zhong Xiang knew that this guy was definitely not someone to mess with!

"Welcome, welcome, my friends, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The Caucasian stood up and approached Zhong Xiang, proactively extending his hand.

He spoke fluent Mandarin, with very standard pronunciation.

Zhong Xiang cautiously studied the Caucasian while his gaze flickered, surveying the surroundings.

Chen Xingzhu's face remained extremely calm, her black-and-white eyes appearing very tranquil.

The Caucasian saw Zhong Xiang refuse to shake hands and smiled nonchalantly, retracting his hand without a hint of embarrassment.

"Don't be tense, all the sentries around have been withdrawn, I mean you no harm."

Zhong Xiang, with his sharp senses, did not detect any presence of lurking troops.

But he did not drop his guard, looking at the Caucasian coldly.

"Who are you?"

The Caucasian smiled apologetically, shaking his head.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I thought you should recognize me."

At this, the smile on his face suddenly vanished.

"I think you should have heard of a person named Bimos, he is said to be very famous."

At this, not only was Zhong Xiang astonished, but even Chen Xingzhu furrowed her brow.

Zhong Xiang looked incredulously at the Caucasian.

"You're actually the Emperor Agent Bimos? How can you prove yourself?"

The Caucasian burst into laughter, he suddenly took a deep breath, with a cracking sound, his entire body shrunk into a dwarf less than five feet tall.

Then, he took another breath, his body elongated like a paper person, infinitely taller.

Zhong Xiang's face changed dramatically: "Muscle-Tendon Change Classic?"

The Caucasian returned to his original form, smiling faintly.

"In this world, only three people have mastered the Muscle-Tendon Change Classic."

"And among the Caucasians who have cultivated the Muscle-Tendon Change Classic to such a realm, there is only one person, which is myself, Bimos."

Zhong Xiang nodded, credentials, and identity could all be faked, but one's peerless technique was utterly unalterable.

Chen Xingzhu stepped forward, looking at the Caucasian indifferently.

"Ten years ago, there was a Caucasian who donated a large sum of money to the Shaolin Temple and then shaved his head to cultivate there."

"He cultivated the Muscle-Tendon Change Classic, the temple's peerless technique, to the unprecedented Seventh Layer, that person was you, wasn't it?"

Bimos smiled, clasping his hands together and chanting a Buddhist name.

"I see you still remember this incident."

Zhong Xiang cautiously watched Bimos.

"After you descended the mountain, you returned to the Mysterious Country and worked for the American Asian Alliance Bureau, but I don't understand why you would appear here?"

Bimos smiled, inviting the two to sit, pouring them two glasses of red wine.

"This matter begins with our common enemy."

Zhong Xiang looked at Bimos with surprise.

"What, you also have a grudge against Yang Fei?"

Bimos's eyes flashed with a sharp gleam, his voice turning incomparably deep.

"Not only a grudge but a hatred as irreconcilable as fire and water."

At this, even Chen Xingzhu was taken aback.

"Yang Fei is actually your enemy, I never expected that."

Bimos shook his head.

"This matter involves the grievances of the previous generation; it's a tragic story."

"At the appropriate time, I will tell you about it. For now, you just need to know that we share a common enemy."

Chen Xingzhu pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, her tone icy.

"However, the reason we came this time is for revenge."

"Hades's rebellion resulted in my father being severely injured, and your Asia Union Agents directly shot him."

"So, we are not friends, we are enemies."

Saying this, Chen Xingzhu took a step back, her black dress flaring without wind.

An overwhelming aura of destruction emanated from her entire body, spreading all around.

Zhong Xiang also stepped back, a cyclone of Gang Qi storm formed around him, ready to unleash a shocking strike at any moment.

Bimos remained calmly standing in place, without any sign of defense.

"I am very sorry, the Demon Emperor indeed fell at the hands of the Asia Union Agents, but those five agents were not dispatched by the headquarters."

"They took on private work for a secret laboratory, to seize the Life Amber, and thus caused the death of the Demon Emperor, for which I am very grieved."

Chen Xingzhu coldly laughed, "You think I would believe you?"

Bimos shook his head, extremely helpless, "But the fact remains."

"I have brought them here today; you can confront them face-to-face."

Zhong Xiang sharply sneered, "And what about Hades?"

Bimos shrugged his shoulders.

"He has been under my control; as a gesture of cooperation, I will hand these individuals over to you two."

Chen Xingzhu's eyes narrowed, "Very well, where are they?"

Bimos faintly smiled, "Please follow me."

A few minutes later, Bimos, Chen Xingzhu, and Zhong Xiang arrived at the demon army's death cell.

In the thick and sturdy underground cell, four individuals were hung on iron racks by sharp hooks through their scapulae, their bodies covered in wounds.

Among them, the first person was indeed Hades.

The others were the three China Alliance agents who ambushed the Demon Emperor that day.

The four figures had evidently been severely tortured and were now barely breathing, looking haggard and worn.