Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

At the factory gate, two workers in blue uniforms just stepped outside and suddenly saw the well-groomed Yang Fei, both were taken aback for a moment.

The square-faced worker whispered a few words to his companion.

The thin companion glanced at Yang Fei, turned around, and went back into the factory.

The square-faced worker approached Yang Fei.

"Brother, can I borrow a light?"

The square-faced worker pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offered one to Yang Fei, and said indifferently.

Yang Fei calmly accepted the cigarette, and at the same time took out a lighter, lit it, and helped the other light his cigarette.

The square-faced worker's brownish-yellow eyes, large nostrils, and pointed ears were typical features of the Vimo Ethnicity.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaled slowly, and cautiously scrutinized Yang Fei.

"Sir, you're not from around here, are you? It's quite surprising to see someone of your caliber here."

Yang Fei shook his head: "All men are born equal, there's no such distinction as high or low class."

"I am here because someone sent me an invitation letter."

The square-faced worker's expression changed dramatically, nervously glancing around but his eyes lit up.

"Sir, such words should not be said lightly, if they get out, you and I could both end up in court."

The control over anti-government speech by the Greenworth Empire had become outrageous.

Yang Fei's kind of speech was even more rebellious, and if heard by an undercover agent, it could result in ten years in prison at the least, or execution on the spot at worst.

Yang Fei smiled slightly and casually pulled out the printed invitation letter.

"Someone sent me an invitation, and I couldn't wait until the evening, so I came here."

The expression on the square-faced worker's face shifted several times upon seeing Yang Fei's invitation.

His eyes flashed with a sharp glint like that of a blade.

"How did you find this place?"

Seeing his reaction, Yang Fei knew he had found the right person.

He lazily shrugged his shoulders: "Don't worry about how I know, just remember one thing."

"If I turn this invitation with a Sun Badge over to the police, what do you think will happen?"

The square-faced worker's face turned completely ashen, and he pulled a dagger from his sleeve.

"Do you think you'll get the chance?"

Meanwhile, the thin man had brought over more than a dozen workers, surrounding Yang Fei.

These people glared viciously, with bulges in their clothing, clearly hiding weapons like daggers, surrounding Yang Fei in a circle.

The square-faced worker coldly looked at Yang Fei.

"Buddy, you'd better watch your words, here you may not have any chance."

Yang Fei looked around and couldn't help but laugh: "Really?"

He glanced casually at the nearby police post in black uniforms.

"If I shout, none of you will escape."

"And your hideout will be exposed. Have you thought about how many people will be slaughtered then?"

The square-faced worker's face immediately turned pale, and he tensed up.

Yang Fei waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to your leader."

"The matters of the Illuminati have nothing to do with me. If I wanted to harm you, why would I come here in person?"

The square-faced worker's expression relaxed a bit, but he remained wary of Yang Fei.

"What exactly do you want?"

Yang Fei appeared a bit impatient: "Are you deaf? I just want to talk to your boss."

"Stop following me like dogs, I'm not interested in your nonsense, got it?"

The square-faced worker hesitated for a moment before signaling the others to make way.

He turned around and extended his left hand.

"Alright, I believe you, please follow me."

The others dispersed as the square-faced worker led Yang Fei toward the factory area.

The square-faced worker led Yang Fei to a small gray concrete and steel building, nodding to Yang Fei.

"Please wait here."

After a long while, the square-faced worker and an elderly man with gray hair came down from the building.

Behind the elder were two men in blue work uniforms.

Yang Fei immediately recognized them as the assassins he let go last night.

The elder had bright eyes, high cheekbones, and a face full of wrinkles, resembling that of an ape.

There was an indescribable hint of surprise in his eyes.

The elder walked up to Yang Fei, gave him an appraising look, and then extended his hand.

"Hello, I'd like to know how you hacked my IP address?"

Yang Fei chuckled: "So you're the one who hacked my work computer?"

The elder nodded: "I didn't expect you'd be able to track down this place from a nonexistent email address, truly impressive."

Yang Fei brandished the invitation in front of the elder: "I'm returning this to you."

"And warning you, stop monitoring me unnecessarily."

"If I get annoyed, I'll wipe out all the Illuminati's hideouts."

Yang Fei's arrogance incited fury from the two assassins behind the elder.

However, having suffered losses to Yang Fei before, they knew his prowess, and although angry, they dared not speak up.

The elder gave Yang Fei a scrutinizing look and sighed.

"I understand now, you're a dragon crossing the river, and we mistakenly attacked you."

"I'm sorry, sir, I apologize for our recklessness."

Yang Fei snorted, raising his hand.

"No need, those who attacked me have already tasted defeat."

"If you dare oppose me again, you'll face more bitter defeats."

The elder shrugged straightforwardly.

"Rest assured, we have no interest in making enemies, especially with someone as formidable as you."

"But I also ask you to keep our secret. If this base is exposed, everyone will be executed."

"These are the bravest warriors of the Qibo tribe, please show mercy."

Yang Fei rolled his eyes: "Do you think I have nothing better to do?"

With that said, he turned and began to walk away.

"Yang Fei!"

After taking just two steps, a clear voice came from upstairs, sounding incredibly familiar.

Yang Fei turned around to see a beautiful woman in a Camouflage Suit walking down.

Her features were delicate, with a domineering aquiline nose, exuding imperial majesty.

Yang Fei was stunned, incredulously looking at the blonde beauty.

"Helen, what are you doing here?"

Helen descended gracefully, unmistakable joy in her eyes.

"When I heard them mention an Asian man, you were the first I thought of. God bless, it really is you."

Yang Fei was somewhat confused.

"Aren't you the princess of the Alang Royal Family? How are you mixed up with the Illuminati?"

To Yang Fei's question, Helen smiled but didn't speak.

A rough, hoarse voice, however, offered an explanation to Yang Fei's query.

"Princess Helen is our ally. I've long heard her speak of Mr. Jack's remarkable deeds, and now that I've met you, it's indeed extraordinary."

Yang Fei followed the voice to its source.

On the staircase, a white man in a long gown was slowly making his descent.

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