Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Lester's expression became incredibly grave.

"Yes, Senro is the most brutal and powerful Emperor in the history of the Greenworth Empire."

"He is ambitious and wise in both political and military arenas; whether suppressing the Rebel Army or eliminating dissidents, he has shown his genius-level political and military talents."

"Under his iron-fisted management, the Greenworth Empire, which was already on the verge of collapse and utterly decayed, miraculously revived."

Yang Fei somewhat understood: "You want me to take down Emperor Senro?"

Lester nodded: "Yes, this person has become the greatest enemy of our Illuminati Rebel Army."

"As long as we take down this devil, no one will be able to suppress the various potential conflicts in the Greenworth Empire, and the rule of the Bal Royal Family will crumble."

"The Illuminati Rebel Army will rise from various places, burying the dark rule of the Bal Royal Family, and Greenworth will be reborn."

Yang Fei chuckled bitterly: "Why have you come to me?"

Lester laughed: "Senro's Royal Guard Dragon Cavalry is a powerful bodyguard force he personally created, and each member possesses incredible strength."

"Although we Illuminati have many strong individuals, none are qualified to complete such a difficult mission."

At this point, he showed a gleam in his eyes, appearing extremely excited.

"However, your appearance gives us hope for success. Only someone as powerful as you could possibly complete this mission."

Yang Fei chuckled bitterly: "But don't you think what I'm giving and what I'm getting are not proportional?"

Lester nodded, stood up, walked in front of Yang Fei, and suddenly knelt down.

"On behalf of 400 million suffering citizens of Greenworth, I request your help."

"As long as we succeed, there will be a place for you at the highest power center of the Greenworth Empire."

Princess Helen also knelt down gracefully.

"Jack, please help us; God will bless you."

Yang Fei shook his head: "I'm not interested in power or status; I have other missions."

"However, this old man Senro, who does many wrongful deeds, is destined to destroy himself. If he's blocking my way, I don't mind sending him to meet God."

In recent years, the Greenworth Empire and Huaxia have frequently clashed, and international disputes occur from time to time, with tensions focused in the Alan Kingdom.

The Greenworth Empire has even allowed mercenaries to shoot Huaxia expatriates, which has filled all the Evil Dragon Soldier Kings with deep hatred.

If the pit for burying the Bal Royal Family is already dug, Yang Fei doesn't mind pushing them in.

Besides, becoming a Savior on the side feels quite nice.

The most important thing is, this bastard is blocking Yang Fei's path.

If he isn't taken down, there won't be any chaos in Greenworth, and rescuing Professor Mi safely would be as hard as climbing to heaven.

Thinking of these, Yang Fei immediately made up his mind.

Lester and Helen were ecstatic; Helen's gaze towards Yang Fei was so affectionate it almost dripped with emotion.

"Perhaps this powerful knight was sent by God for me and the country?"

Having read too many knight novels, Princess Helen thought secretly in her heart, her gaze full of affection.

Yang Fei looked at Lester indifferently.

"General Lester, I need information on Senro, his interests, personality, and details of his life, as detailed as possible."

Lester nodded: "Alright, I will arrange this matter to ensure nothing goes wrong."

Yang Fei knew Lester was a wise strategist and had no objections.

He nodded: "Alright, I await your news."

The three discussed specific details, and at that moment, a man with a full beard rushed in nervously.

"General, it's not good, a large group of police in black uniforms are heading this way with unknown motives. Shouldn't you all take cover?"

Lester's expression remained unchanged as he nodded gently.

"Okay, we'll immediately evacuate through the underground passage; be careful."

The bearded man respectfully led Lester, Helen, and Yang Fei to a room on the first floor.

The bearded man pushed open a bookshelf in the room.

Beneath the base of the bookshelf, a dark hole was revealed, with a suspended ladder placed to facilitate going up and down.

Lester went down first, followed by Yang Fei, and finally Helen also descended.

Beneath the ladder was a long corridor wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

The three, led by the bearded man, walked forward.

After less than three hundred meters, the view suddenly opened up.

It turned out that underground was a huge warehouse, with supplies and arms stacked high like mountains.

On the spacious open space of the warehouse, there were many soldiers from the Hall of Light in training.

These soldiers numbered more than two hundred, and around the warehouse, there were resting rooms and shooting ranges.

The soldiers from the Hall of Light all had something in common.

They carried an air of tragic iron-blooded determination, their eyes crimson, brimming with killing intent, as if they could tear apart everything before them at any moment.

Such warriors, once on the battlefield, would indeed be terrifying.

However, in Yang Fei's view, to achieve ultimate victory, these reckless fighters were still somewhat lacking, merely cannon fodder material.

A true battlefield strongman is certainly not just a soldier who only knows how to fight hard.

They must be like the Changfeng Squad, trying every way to survive, and then using all means to strike the enemy.

Yang Fei estimated that if the more than two hundred soldiers encountered the Changfeng Squad in the jungle.

Within just two hours, the Changfeng Squad could leave not a single survivor.

Lester saw Yang Fei watching the group of seriously training soldiers without saying a word, his eyes carrying a hint of mockery.

Lester paused and smiled wryly.

"Jack, what do you think of the combat strength of my soldiers?"

Yang Fei laughed: "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

Lester frowned lightly.

As a general of the Greenworth Military Department, with esteemed status, even the Emperor of Greenworth had to show him due respect.

This guy, however, was so casual, not regarding Lester at all.

Helen noticed Lester's expression and glared at Yang Fei matter-of-factly.

"Jack, speak properly to the general."

Yang Fei said indifferently: "So you're willing to hear the truth?"

He stopped and watched a group of soldiers training in what seemed like beastly combat, his tone calm.

"In my eyes, your so-called elite troops of the Hall of Light are just cannon fodder."

Lester was slightly stunned. Yang Fei's dissatisfaction with these troops had been anticipated.

But this guy's bluntness made it unbearable for Lester's pride.

Helen retorted defiantly: "I think they're great."

"They train very bravely and desperately; once on the battlefield, they will surely become true warriors."

Yang Fei shook his head: "That's precisely the problem."

"Fiercely killing the enemy on the battlefield certainly is good, but if one rushes headlong without heeding orders or understanding coordinated combat, driven by rage and boiling blood..."

"What do you think the outcome would be?"

He laughed with a touch of ridicule: "There are plenty of people in this world who aren't afraid to die."

"Yet meeting your end is easy; to stay alive with a sense of mission, using every possible means to seize victory, is far more difficult than dying."