Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei was comfortably reclining on the sofa at that moment.

Beside him were two women, one a blonde with a slender and graceful figure, the other lazily cat-like with emerald green eyes.

Under the dreamlike lights of the stage, the two beauties were dancing.

The lights in the hall gradually dimmed.

Yang Fei had several drinks, but his eyes remained clear. He wasn't so tipsy as to lose his composure.

What intrigued Yang Fei was the subtle murderous aura emanating from the two women.

Moreover, they clearly concealed weapons on their bodies.

"Who wants to deal with me?"

Yang Fei was really curious. He had just arrived, and someone was already targeting him. This was indeed something worth investigating.

A few minutes later, Yang Fei's eyes were hazy, looking intoxicated without really being drunk, as he followed the two women to the third floor.

The long corridor on the third floor was lined with authentic Persian carpets, decorated with exotic patterns.

The girl with a lazy, cat-like demeanor opened a room and gestured for Yang Fei to enter.

Yang Fei, with all five extremities in motion and on high alert, swaggered into the room.

The two girls exchanged a glance, and the lazy, cat-like girl also entered the room.

The blonde put a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, then slipped inside.

Yang Fei looked around and found no ambush in the room.

He chuckled, spreading his legs in the middle of the room, with a sharp look in his eyes.

"Alright, stop acting. Tell me, who are you? What do you want?"

The two women were somewhat taken aback.

The lazy, cat-like girl reached into her bosom, while Yang Fei spoke coldly.

"I don't underestimate you, but if you dare to act, I can guarantee that you will be the one to die. If you don't believe me, you can try."

The blonde woman's beautiful face showed a hint of a relieved smile.

"The Sect Leader was right. You are indeed a powerful man."

"Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Ellis, a disciple of the Blood-cloth Tower, and this is my sister Na Sha. Miss Xiao Xuanya, the Sect Leader of the Blood-cloth Tower, ordered us to take care of you."

As she spoke, she took out a phone and showed it to Yang Fei, displaying an electronic photo of him.

Yang Fei was suddenly surprised, then laughed bitterly.

"Although the ends of the earth are far, they can't surpass my Xuanya wife's reach. I didn't expect to meet disciples of the Blood-cloth Tower here."

Ellis smiled faintly.

"We women are all unfortunate souls, rescued and trained by the Blood-cloth Tower, which gave us the chance to control our destiny. We will only be loyal to the Blood-cloth Tower for life."

Yang Fei nodded: "Do you have any information in your hands that would be of interest to me?"

Ellis apologetically shook her head.

"The Sect Leader has just given us orders to search for a professor from Huaxia."

"But the time is too short, and we don't have any information yet. Please give us some time."

She smiled as she said this: "We were just curious to see what kind of extraordinary man captured the Sect Leader's heart."

"We wanted to meet you, and now that we have, you are indeed exceptional."

She pointed to the lazy, cat-like woman and continued,

"Moreover, the Sect Leader instructed us to follow your orders."

Yang Fei almost had his eyes pop out in shock: "Was this arranged by Yaxuan?"

The blonde woman gently smiled.

"That's how the Sect Leader arranged it, but it depends on whether you are strong enough."

As she spoke, she suddenly flashed a dagger and thrust it towards Yang Fei's heart with remarkable speed and precision.

On the other side, Na Sha quickly drew a silent pistol, aimed it at Yang Fei, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Yang Fei chuckled, his figure moving like instantaneous movement, appearing before Na Sha, one hand halting her trigger finger.

He used a Small Capture Hand, deftly snatching the gun from her.

Meanwhile, Ellis's dagger had reached Yang Fei's heart, without holding back.

Yang Fei caught Ellis's wrist, twisted it with a counter lock, took the dagger, and then jabbed a finger at Ellis's abdomen's Dantian.

With less than half his strength, Yang Fei made Ellis unable to withstand it.

She grunted, falling back onto the bed.

She felt Yang Fei's Essence Qi permeate her body, immediately becoming numb and unable to move.

Na Sha rushed in like a whirlwind, while Yang Fei spun the dagger to produce a dazzling blade light, causing Na Sha to involuntarily close her eyes.

As the flurry of blades ended, the dagger reverted to an ordinary dagger.

The tip of the dagger was right against Na Sha's neck, its sharpness causing little goosebumps to form on her skin.

Na Sha was stunned.

She was also a skilled fighter, and women like her only submitted to the strong.

Yet she didn't expect to be unable to move even a single step before Yang Fei.

Under the dim lights, one woman lay motionless on the bed, while the other had a blade against her neck.

Slowly, the murderous intent faded from Na Sha's eyes.

Her pale green eyes revealed respect.

"The Sect Leader was correct; you are indeed a strong man. I look forward to your future performance."

The next morning, Yang Fei walked out of the room, refreshed, and at the same time, the door of the room across the hall opened. A white man stepped out; it was John.

The guy was slumped over, not even able to lift his head.

His legs were wobbly, and his face pale and sallow, giving the appearance of someone feeble and haggard.

Yang Fei laughed heartily and greeted John: "Mr. John, good morning."