Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Lester was right.

The very night Yang Fei returned from the Illuminati's base, Prince George personally met with him.

He asked Yang Fei to prepare himself and be ready to enter the Royal Laboratory at any time.

Yang Fei was secretly delighted, but he flatly refused George.

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness, but I cannot leave my boss Stina. I am loyal and steadfast to her."

George, instead of being upset with this engineer-like stubbornness, appreciated Yang Fei even more.

He looked at Yang Fei understandingly: "Indeed, Stina is a charming girl."

"But Jack, entering the Royal Laboratory is every engineer's lifelong dream. It means you've reached the upper echelons of the royal hierarchy."

"The benefits are excellent, of course, but most importantly, your identity and status would no longer be that of a commoner."

At this point, George took out a black identification document and showed it to Yang Fei.

"See this? It's your new identity."

Yang Fei took it, shy and nervous, flipping through the documents.

The black ID bore a military emblem, and when opened, it was an officer's certificate.

The officer's certificate indicated Jack's identity with a rank of Captain, and the category was non-combat personnel.

George, with a single stroke, conferred the rank of Captain—a supreme honor in the strictly hierarchical Greenworth Empire.

Yang Fei's face displayed the kind of wild joy typical of a small person suddenly rising to prominence, staring at George in amazement.

"Is this... is this for me?"

George, satisfied with Yang Fei's reaction, smiled faintly.

"It's what you deserve, take it."

Yang Fei carefully stored away the officer's certificate, and immediately furrowed his brow.

"But, won't Stina be unhappy?"

George found this stubborn guy both amusing and annoying.

"Don't worry, I've talked to Stina, and she's quite happy with it, as long as you remember her kindness towards you."

Yang Fei responded with an "Oh," and suddenly cheered, "I've hit the jackpot, long live Prince George."

George, amused by this interesting fellow, laughed heartily.

On the third night, George sent people to fetch Yang Fei.

Four burly soldiers, as if escorting a prisoner, loaded Yang Fei onto a military transport vehicle.

The enclosed carriage had windows treated with special material.

From the outside, it's impossible to see inside, and from the inside, it's equally impossible to see out.

The accompanying squad leader handed Yang Fei a black blindfold, signaling him to put it on.

Yang Fei, startled, glanced at the stern-faced squad leader.

"Are they going to execute me? I haven't even found a wife yet."

Impatiently, the squad leader drew his pistol and pointed it at Yang Fei's head.

"If you keep babbling, I'll execute you right now."

Yang Fei trembled with fear and hastily put on the blindfold, his vision plunged into darkness.

The transport vehicle twisted and turned, sometimes climbing uphill, sometimes going downhill.

At the last stretch, it went steadily downhill, the sound of heavy iron gates clanking open in succession could be heard.

Yang Fei only felt the air growing thin and stifling, cursing silently.

"Just as I suspected, the Royal Laboratory is underground; rescuing Professor Mi will be even more difficult."

Two hours later, Yang Fei was released, stepping on solid ground.

He removed the blindfold, only to be greeted by dazzling lights and a modern-looking office lobby before him.

From the center of the lobby, seven or eight passageways radiated in all directions.

A number of researchers in white lab coats were bustling in and out.

The bright chandeliers overhead made Yang Fei feel a bit dizzy.

He rubbed his eyes, bewildered, and turned to the squad leader: "What is this place?"

The squad leader huffed, waving his hand dismissively.

The four armed escorts turned and left, ignoring Yang Fei completely.

Just then, a messy-haired old man in a white coat rushed over, grabbing Yang Fei's arm.

"You're the new engineer? Wonderful, come with me quickly; my broken electronic equipment has piled up like a mountain."

Almost simultaneously, another short and stout elder rushed out, grabbing Yang Fei's other arm.

"The electronic modernization data lab isn't the most critical; my gene fluid is at the final stage, help me fix my broken equipment first."

"Pah, what are you saying, electronic data isn't important, but just that little concoction is?"

The messy-haired old man, upon hearing this, flew into a rage.

He yanked the short stout elder's lab coat hard and gave him a shove.

"Get out of my way."

The stout old man, pushed by him, let out an "ouch" and rolled on the ground like a big ball.

While the two were bickering, three or four more elders rushed out, all grabbing Yang Fei and shouting.

Everyone was eagerly demanding Yang Fei first fix the equipment in their labs, creating a noisy uproar.

Yang Fei thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being in high demand, so he simply folded his arms, watching the group of old men quarrel.

Just then, Prince George rushed over, accompanied by a group of attendants.

He shouted fiercely: "Stop arguing, stop, listen to me."

George's loud voice, when facing a crowd of stubborn old men, seemed rather ineffective.

These eccentric old men paid no mind to Prince George.

George was at a loss, too.

Even Emperor Senro had to show some respect to these scientific maniacs; how could he dare to offend them?

George looked pleadingly at Yang Fei: "Jack, what do you think?"

Yang Fei smiled slightly, raising his hand.

"Alright, stop arguing. I promise to help everyone solve your problems within three days. Now, which lab needs my expertise the most?"

Yang Fei's words ignited even more enthusiasm and competition among the eccentric old men.

Everyone was talking at once, all trying to emphasize the importance of their research.

The messy-haired elder suddenly pulled out a limited-edition antique Mauser pistol and tossed it to Yang Fei.

"Stop yapping, just come with me immediately."

Yang Fei caught the antique Mauser pistol, noticing its pure silver grip, the rifling worn smooth, with a small insignia carved on the grip.

Yang Fei was ecstatic: "Isn't this the sidearm of General Wells from West Point Military Academy?"

The elder snorted: "At least you know a thing or two, come with me, there's no time to waste."

Yang Fei was overjoyed, knowing this antique pistol could fetch a starting bid of at least a hundred million US Dollars at an auction, a substantial gift indeed.

Other eccentric old men, seeing the elder's sly move, were unwilling to concede.

Those with valuable items immediately offered them, while those who didn't have gifts on hand quickly ran to fetch them.

In no time, Yang Fei's hands were filled with numerous treasures.

Rare gene fluid, a dagger made of peculiar alloy, a snuff bottle inlaid with jade, limited edition CDs, the latest adult films from Sang Country...

Yang Fei was absolutely thrilled.

He never imagined he, an engineer, would be so in demand, striking it rich this time.