Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei hid his tracks and arrived at the Spark Auto Modification Center.

As soon as he reached the Engineering Department office, he spotted the efficient and fresh-faced Stina, who was looking at him coldly.

Not sure if Yang Fei, the love expert, had an effect; Yang Fei was surprised to discover.

Stina had discarded her uniform suit and donned a black long dress, a purple off-shoulder ruched gown, exuding a strong feminine allure.

Yang Fei let out a loud whistle and laughed heartily.

"Stina, you look truly beautiful."

Stina's face heated up briefly, but she quickly stiffened her expression.

"No need for your flattery. What's the deal with you skipping work without a reason?"

Yang Fei smiled slightly: "Just went to the restroom earlier and spotted a beauty."

"The beauty's back was exceptionally captivating, so much that I followed her for two streets. But when she turned around, guess what happened?"

Stina, indeed intrigued by Yang Fei's story, asked: "What happened?"

Yang Fei spat on the ground: "Damn it, it was a bearded man. That dead transgender must be from Tai Country."

Stina was amused by Yang Fei, letting out a peal of delicate laughter before stiffening her expression again.

"You think just by saying this, I won't pursue the matter of you playing hooky?"

While speaking, she took out a gold-embossed invitation card and placed it on the desk.

"This is from Prince George, asking me to give it to you. He's inviting you as a host to attend the Bal Royal Family's cocktail party tomorrow night."

Yang Fei felt a stir in his heart, yet waved his hand decisively: "Not going."

Stina nearly fainted, looking at Yang Fei in disbelief.

"Jack, do you know what attending tomorrow's party signifies?"

She didn't wait for Yang Fei to respond before continuing.

"It signifies you've been recognized by the high society nobility, allowing you to expand your network within this circle."

"It would be tremendously beneficial for your future development."

Yang Fei looked at Stina blankly, like a simpleton.

"I'm just an engineer, apart from being able to show off, I don't understand how befriending these people helps me."

Stina was both amused and exasperated.

She stamped her foot in frustration: "I can't explain it to you."

"But this is Prince George's wish. If you don't want to go, you'll be offending George."

Yang Fei was visibly flustered, his mouth agape, looking foolishly at Stina.

"Are you saying Prince George will be angry?"

Stina gave a cold hmph.

"You saved George's life. Now, everyone considers you as George's ally, including George himself."

"If you refuse George's invitation, wouldn't that be slapping his face? How could he not be upset?"

Yang Fei realized: "I understand. I'll go."

Stina glared at him.

"I really don't understand what you're thinking. Does your brain only contain electronic symbols?"

Saying that, she turned arrogantly and headed towards the door, only to turn back again halfway.

She said coldly: "Almost forgot, since you skipped work for that transgender, a third of your bonus this month will be deducted."

Yang Fei immediately put on a bitter face.

"Boss, can't we let it go this time since I helped hook up with the Prince?"

Stina laughed again, then stiffened her face: "No way."

She turned and left, Yang Fei cried out in anguish.

"Damn capitalists! I hate capitalists."

At the office door, Stina peeked half her head in, coldly staring at Yang Fei.

"Jack, what did you say?"

Yang Fei changed his tone immediately, putting on a flattering smile.

"I meant, Boss, you look lovely today; Prince George will surely like it."

Stina spat in disgust, turned around, and left in a huff.

The following evening, Stina drove her Ferrari to pick up Yang Fei, ready to head to the cocktail party.

Today, Stina was dressed in a noble and elegant evening gown, revealing her white back.

Her dress had a large skirt embroidered with intricately beautiful violets, her short hair adorned with a delicate pearl crown floral ornament.

All this made Stina's graceful face even more radiant, not inferior to any noble lady.

Yang Fei also changed into a tailcoat as required by the cocktail party.

Featuring a tie with a gold clip, his tailored attire transformed Yang Fei from a hipster smiley to a genuine gentleman.

With an amused grin and a roguish charm, he distinguished himself from the steadiness and stiffness of traditional gentlemen, appearing more carefree and charismatic.

Stina couldn't help but shoot Yang Fei a sidelong glance.

"I really didn't expect that once you dressed up, you could look so decent, absolutely no less than any noble gentleman."

Yang Fei smirked and winked at her.

"Of course, with my demeanor and charm, you need to control yourself and not fall for me accidentally."

If not for the inconvenient long dress preventing action, Stina almost kicked Yang Fei.

This guy was really arrogant, thinking she could fall for him?

Stina shot Yang Fei another sidelong glance.

"Come over here and drive. You need to learn how to be a real gentleman."

Yang Fei switched places with Stina and, at her command, started the Ferrari, speeding off into the distance.

While driving, Yang Fei listened to Stina's introduction.

The cocktail party tonight was initiated by the Second Prince, George, intended to cleanse General Willhaus's triumphal return.

Willhaus is Greenworth Empire's First War God.

The Asura Iron Brigade he's leading has been invincible since its formation, achieving total victory in one hundred and three battles of varying scales.

Wherever the Asura Iron Brigade arrives, battle ends swiftly.

They're akin to a tornado, a raging fire, leaving nothing but wasteland in their wake.

This formidable Special Forces brigade never leaves prisoners and has never seen surrenders.

They're the most fierce War Behemoth, despite the United Nations' repeated protests against the Asura Iron Brigade's prisoner massacre, Greenworth has always turned a blind eye.

Willhaus is the soul of the Asura Iron Brigade.

He's transformed this ordinary battalion-level unit into the mighty Asura Iron Brigade in just eight years.

Now, following consecutive victories over multiple Rebel Army factions at the Northeast Border, he nailed the survivors to roadside trees.

Returning with victory, he received a warm welcome from the Bal Royal Family.

The Second Prince, George, seized the opportunity by inviting Willhaus to his home as a guest first, and hosting a grand cocktail party for him.

The implications of this are clear without explanation.

Listening to Stina's analysis, Yang Fei couldn't help but be amused.

This woman, indeed, hadn't yet done anything with George but was already scheming and plotting on his behalf, truly a devoted person.

George set the party location thirty kilometers outside Novis City at Phantom Moon Castle.

This is George's private Traveling Palace, nestled among the mountains and rivers, with picturesque scenery, making it the perfect place for hosting a party.