Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei knew about Mi Xuan and Grandfather Mi's relationship and comforted her gently.

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring Grandfather back. Just stay at home, okay?"

Listening to Yang Fei's warm and deep words, Mi Xuan's panic-stricken heart immediately calmed down.

Yes, in this world, there is nothing Yang Fei cannot accomplish.

He is, after all, a god-like powerful presence.

Yang Fei instructed Mi Xuan to assist Xiao Xuanya in transplanting the three major systems of Martial God Space to Dragon Island, comforted Mi Xuan for a few moments, and then hung up the phone.

He had just hung up when the phone rang again. Yang Fei answered, and it was Mi Xuan.

On the phone, Mi Xuan was crying anxiously.

"It's not good, Brother Fei, Mi Duo is gone. She left me a message saying she's going to Arang to rescue Grandfather."

Yang Fei took a sharp breath, his heart sinking.

"Damn, this little demon is just making things worse."

Mi Duo's Armed Storm can indeed provide her with immense energy, so much that even a Master of Gang Strength might not be able to defeat her.

But this little girl is naive and self-absorbed. If she enters that tiger's den in Arang, her fate is truly uncertain.

Sometimes, what's strong is not the strength, but the human heart.

An elephant with Divine Power might not necessarily defeat a pack of ferocious wolves.

Listening to Yang Fei's silence, Mi Xuan became even more anxious, her voice tinged with tears.

"Brother Fei, what do we do now?"

Yang Fei sighed and assured Mi Xuan.

"Mi Xuan, don't worry. I'll head to Arang right away and bring your sister and Grandfather back for you."

"Stay at home, and wait for my good news."

Mi Xuan also knew that such matters couldn't be rushed, so she had to restrain herself, obediently responding with a soft voice.

"Brother Fei, you're all I have left. Be careful, I'll wait for your triumphant return."

Yang Fei responded with a grunt and hung up the phone.

The Changfeng Squad solemnly gathered around Yang Fei, waiting for his command.

Yang Fei looked around and waved his hand, "Brothers, let's go."

Two days later, Arang's capital, Yihabadun.

Arang is a country ravaged by warfare.

Since the mid-last century, this small nation of less than eighty square kilometers has been beset by internal strife and external threats, with unceasing warfare.

In the past two years, the situation has worsened.

First, the Zakelin Family, representing the Royal Family's power, was overthrown by the rebel army, with all royal members imprisoned.

Later, the loyal Royalist Party rose up from all regions, defeated the rebel army, and rescued Emperor Zakelin, Joseph.

However, the fate of the Zakelin Family did not improve.

The Royalist Party seized power, treating Emperor Joseph as a puppet, with the Zakelin Family lacking freedom, under complete control of the Royalist Party.

Perhaps on an unguarded day, all royal members might end up on the guillotine.

And neighboring medium-sized countries have been infiltrating, secretly supporting their own forces.

This made the situation even more chaotic, with large-scale wars erupting from time to time.

However, at this moment, Yihabadun remained as prosperous as ever.

Aside from the roaring armored vehicles and strict checkpoints hinting at the atmosphere of war,

the rest of Yihabadun steeped itself in a drunken and depraved doomsday revelry.

In chaotic times, human lives are as cheap as dogs', and no one wishes to save money for the future.

Perhaps tomorrow they would die, becoming a meaningless corpse.

So everyone did whatever they could to enjoy themselves.

Arang is a wealthy country, with abundant oil and diamond mines everywhere.

This is also the direct cause of Arang's endless civil wars.

Almost all the wealthy have emigrated, leaving only the poor and the small middle class, who have to congregate in Yihabadun.

Although the cost of living here is high, at least there's no warfare that could cause them to lose their lives inexplicably.

All of Yihabadun was plunged into a decadent, cathartic revelry.

Suddenly insane men and women could be seen here at any time, and in the dark alleys, one would find scarred bodies.

It was common here for men to be robbed and women to be abused.

In the slums, children were even caught to be cooked alive, and such tragedies happened everywhere, all the time.

At this moment, Mi Duo was walking the streets of Yihabadun.

She was wearing a veil, her petite figure draped in a black robe, hiding her body's curves.

Her Armed Storm was hidden beneath the black robe, with all safeties disengaged.

Even so, Mi Duo felt no sense of security.

She impulsively came to Arang, only to realize how terrible the situation really was.

Several homeless men by the road were staring intently at Mi Duo, with undisguised malice and aggression in their eyes.

Mi Duo hugged her shoulders, appearing like a naive little white rabbit, wandering in a jungle filled with dangers.

Despite Mi Duo using a black robe to cover her entire body,

for some reason, she was still terribly afraid, as if the next moment those men would rush up and tear her apart.

The city's lights gradually came on.

Seeing the dark sprawling slums, Mi Duo instinctively moved towards the brightly lit areas.

Experience told her that at this time, the slum had become a hunting ground for predators.

The further she stayed from that place, the safer she'd be.

"If only Yang Fei were here, he'd handle this kind of environment with ease, right?"

Though reluctant, Mi Duo couldn't help but think of Yang Fei.

She felt a bit hopeful: "I wonder if he would rush over anxiously after knowing I left?"

Upon thinking this, Mi Duo spat at herself.

"What ridiculous thoughts am I having? This jerk is my brother-in-law after all."

Yet at that, Mi Duo suddenly felt somewhat lost.

A hotel appeared before her, with a shabby sign that had the words Little Wildcat Inn written in English.

Despite her worries, Mi Duo was already tired.

The dim yellow lights inside made her stomach growl with hunger.

Mi Duo hesitated for a moment, finally stepping into the Little Wildcat Hotel.

Perhaps she could spend a safe night here.

Upon entering the hotel, there was a worn-out counter.

A plump lady, with a face smeared with cheap makeup, was leaning on the counter eating sunflower seeds.

"Boss, do you have a room?"

Mi Duo saw that the other party was a woman, and immediately felt half-relieved.

She spoke as she tore off the black veil from her face.

Mi Duo spoke in pure English, and the plump lady lifted her head, seeing Mi Duo's beautifully crafted face.

Her chubby face twitched for a moment, then released a gleam in her eyes.

She wiggled her barrel-sized waist and stood up.

"Yes, young lady you're in luck, I only have one room left."

She spoke as she walked over enthusiastically, taking Mi Duo's travel bag.

Mi Duo let out a long sigh of relief, her taut nerves relaxing with her.