Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei shivered instinctively, unable to help but shrink his neck, while pretending to look bewildered.

This sound was all too familiar to a battlefield veteran like Yang Fei.

No doubt, it was the sound of a Barrett Heavy Sniper.

Willhaus's face changed instantly, he leapt up, vaulted over several guards, and pounced outside like a Leopard.

The people in the hall were obviously a step slower in their reactions and only cried out in alarm at this moment.

"It's gunfire, who the hell is firing indiscriminately?"

"Quick, go see what's going on?"

"Don't panic, stay where you are, where are the guards?"

...

The hall was thrown into chaos.

Women's screams, men's curses, mixed with the sound of tables overturning onto the ground, it was overwhelmingly noisy.

George released Stina's hand and dashed outside, with Yang Fei close behind.

The moment they rushed out of the Phantom Moon Castle's entrance, they were stunned by the scene before them.

By the fountain, a corpse lay sprawled, its head blasted open, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.

And his deathly pale face was directly facing the door.

This person was none other than Brown, who had just been flaunting his power, but now had been killed.

Beside Brown, Helen also lay on the ground, her dress stained with blood, her chest moving slightly, but she had only fainted from fright.

George stared dumbfounded at Brown.

His own blood brother, also his greatest rival for the throne, now dead just like that.

In that instant, George wanted to scream, to laugh madly, to vent the joy in his heart.

But he quickly realized the gravity of the situation, his face turning ashen.

Brown was the eldest son of the Greenf Empire's royal family, overseer of the Military Affairs Office, and the Emperor of Greenf's most trusted son.

Now dead at the gates of George's private residence, this was simply a catastrophe for George, whose identity was sensitive.

Thoughts raced through his mind, foreseeing the impending storm of his Imperial Father's wrath, causing him to tremble all over.

This responsibility was heavier than the sky.

Even if the Emperor of Greenf believed that George had not laid hands on Brown, the charge of negligence was enough to drag George into the depths of hell.

Suddenly, George let out a great shout.

"Guards, where are the guards?! Immediately pursue the assailant, capture them alive!"

Stina was also terrified by the sudden tragedy, her face drained of color.

She turned around desperately for Yang Fei's help, only to find that behind her was no one.

"Coward!"

Stina spat on the ground, then supported George, directing the guards to track the sniper.

In fact, when Yang Fei saw Brown's corpse, he had already deduced the sniper's hiding spot based on the trajectory.

What surprised Yang Fei was that Willhaus's reaction was no slower than his own.

He barely glanced at Brown on the ground before lunging toward the grove at the nine o'clock direction.

Behind Willhaus, a well-trained squad followed his direction like a pack of hungry wolves.

Yang Fei hesitated, wanting to rush over to see which formidable foe had done this, but he knew his current identity well.

His current identity was just a frail engineer; how could he pursue the enemy like Willhaus?

At that moment, Yang Fei noticed a captain standing calmly amid a group of soldiers, holding a safe, showing no panic, clearly level-headed.

Yang Fei chuckled quietly, secretly slipping into the restroom while no one was watching.

Reaching into his chest, Yang Fei retrieved a high-polymer DNA mask and put it on his face.

This was Mi Xuan's work. Yang Fei had grabbed two of these masks before executing the mission, and now it was proving useful.

In an instant, Yang Fei transformed into a sallow-faced middle-aged man with a thin mustache.

Just then, a group of guards in yellow-green military uniforms burst into the restroom, conducting a thorough search.

Yang Fei was secretly pleased, slipping up onto the restroom ceiling like a gecko.

One of them pushed open a stall, gave a cursory glance, and finding nothing unusual, waved his hand, and four or five guards rushed out in a swarm.

Yang Fei silently dropped down, grabbed the throat of the last guard, and with a crack, broke his neck.

A few minutes later, Yang Fei dashed out of the restroom.

He was now clad in a yellow-green uniform, looking every bit the ordinary sentry.

As Yang Fei exited the restroom, he saw a group of guards charging over.

Pretending to zip up his pants, he joined the guards in rushing forward.

At the hall entrance, the captain clutched the safe while a squad of soldiers stood guard, weapons ready, their alertness very high.

On the second floor, Yang Fei tugged on the ribbon ropes.

Originally decorations for the hall's entrance, with many small flags tied to them, now they were proving very helpful to Yang Fei.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Fei launched himself into the air, swiftly swinging toward the hall entrance.

The captain only saw a blur before the safe was snatched from his hands by Yang Fei.

Then, Yang Fei delivered a whip kick to the captain's neck.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the captain seemed to be hit squarely by a heavy axe, flying backward into two soldiers.

The captain's neck drooped strangely, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth—he was evidently not going to survive.

Meanwhile, the two soldiers suffered broken tendons and fractured bones and were seriously injured.

As it stood, Yang Fei, like a Flying General, leveraged the ropes to swing up to the highest point.

One hand holding the safe, he let go of the rope with the other.

His entire body flew like a thrown stone, landing directly into the shrubbery below.

Bam, bam, bam!

The guards on alert finally realized, squatting or standing, they immediately opened fire.

Amidst the whizzing bullets, Yang Fei rolled over the greenery three or four times.

Then, with a swift dash, he clambered up a low wall.

Beyond the low wall was a dense thicket.

If Yang Fei could just get inside, he would be like a fish returning to the ocean, beyond their reach.

"Stay right there!"

At that moment, a big man leaped up from the other side of the low wall.

He jumped high, delivering an elbow strike aimed straight for Yang Fei's artery.

Bang!

The strike was like splitting the air, a terrifying force that made breathing difficult.

Yang Fei barely managed to block the big man's fists and feet with a move like sealing.

But in his haste, he hadn't fully unleashed his Essence Qi, causing him to somersault off the low wall.

On top of the wall, the big man chuckled darkly: "Let's see where you can escape to?"

Yang Fei looked up, and in the night saw the man's lion-like jaw and high nose; it was none other than the Greenf Empire's First War God, Willhaus.

Two heads dangled from his waist, jingling, with a Heavy Sniper slung on his back, whole body drenched in blood, like a God of Slaughter.

Yang Fei couldn't help being shocked.

This person had managed within such short time, single-handedly and bare-fisted, to kill the assassin armed with a Heavy Sniper.

Such Kung Fu was utterly terrifying.