Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Helen, born into the Royal Family, had undergone exceedingly rigorous training, whether in temperament or appearance, manners, and grace.

No one is born noble; true nobility is cultivated afterward.

Like Helen, who was subjected to the Royal Family's strict etiquette training since birth.

After more than twenty years of training and cultivation, nobility and grace had become a part of her soul.

This temperament, combined with Helen's fiery figure and elegant face, was something no man disliked.

Yang Fei was also a man, a proper tough guy, and he felt an itch in his heart.

Finally, Helen picked up a cup of hot tea and sipped it gently, her red lips slightly puckered.

She nodded in satisfaction, holding the teacup with both hands, and handed it to Yang Fei.

Yang Fei took the teacup and suddenly noticed a red lipstick mark on the edge of the celadon cup, which stirred something in his heart.

He couldn't help but glance at Helen and saw her affectionate eyes, and couldn't help but chuckle, taking a light sip of the tea.

The tea was fragrant, carrying the subtle scent of Helen's lipstick, leaving Yang Fei somewhat entranced.

Helen covered her mouth with a laugh, her large blue eyes glimmering with delight like the sea, charming and alluring.

This was another one of Bucksonro's traveling palaces, the Bal Imperial Palace having been blown to ruins and now under reconstruction.

During the reconstruction, Helen's traveling palace was temporarily arranged here.

Helen tilted her head, her big eyes glancing at Yang Fei: "So, how is it, does it taste good?"

Yang Fei nodded, letting out a long sigh.

"Of course, to be graced with a cup of tea from Her Majesty the Queen surpasses a thousand fine wines, yet it isn't the tea but the allure of the Queen's lips that is truly intoxicating."

Helen smiled slightly, took a sip of tea, puckered her lips, and leaned over, her lips as plump and captivating as rosebuds.

Her gaze was both playful and charming as she looked at Yang Fei, her eyes glistening moistly.

On the floor-to-ceiling crystal TV screen, Davis's speech was playing.

This Nobel Peace Prize winner from last year was passionately giving a public speech, extolling Helen's great achievements in abolishing racial systems to the world.

Yang Fei didn't mind something happening with Helen.

Ignoring her status, Helen was an extraordinarily charming beauty.

With her long-term practice of yoga, her flexibility was no less than that of Xiao Xuanya.

He slowly straightened up, a sharp chill appearing in his eyes, his tone extremely cold.

"You finally came, come out?"

A cold snort was heard, and a graceful figure, like new bamboo in the mountains, appeared seven or eight meters away from Yang Fei by the brass fireplace.

Chen Xingzhu!

Behind Chen Xingzhu, Zhong Xiang followed step by step, like a faithful slave.

At the eleven o'clock direction, a Caucasian man, like a lion, held a broad sword, glaring at Yang Fei and Helen.

This man was none other than Willhaus.

A drowsy Helen opened her eyes, having fallen into entrancement.

Seeing Chen Xingzhu and the others, she was startled.

Helen opened her mouth to call for help, but Yang Fei gently covered her lips.

Chen Xingzhu looked at the faint lip print on Yang Fei's cheek, her eyes becoming even colder.

Three words spat out from between her teeth: "Shameless pair!"

Yang Fei chuckled, helping Helen up and protecting her behind him.

His gaze was peculiar: "Chen Xingzhu, I knew you would come."

Chen Xingzhu casually tossed out an Assassin Order.

"Prince George has issued a Bounty Order; your life is worth 500 million US Dollars, and Helen's is worth Three Hundred Million US Dollars."

Yang Fei spat: "George certainly spares no expense."

"Why not have him transfer the 500 million US Dollars into my account, and I'll sell him my own head."

"Peacefully earning profit should be good for everyone, why resort to weapons?"

Chen Xingzhu's eyes were fixed on Yang Fei, and she laughed coldly.

"A father's revenge cannot coexist, and I get to earn 800 million US Dollars as well, I accept this deal."

Yang Fei laughed heartily: "Be careful, hunting can turn you into the prey, that happens quite often."

With that, he smiled and snapped his fingers, "Cui Xiang."

From behind the yellow curtains, pearwood was suddenly shattered.

The fat, tall Cui Xiang jumped out, carrying a Fire God Cannon, golden ammunition belts densely winding around him.

The Gatling's clustered six-barreled muzzle aimed darkly at Chen Xingzhu.

Chen Xingzhu's expression immediately changed.

She had seen the power of the Fire God Cannon before; even a Daluo Golden Immortal might not be able to escape being torn apart.

Helen never imagined that while entangled with Yang Fei, such a rough, intimidating man would be watching.

Her cheeks flushed, porcelain-white skin turning a peachy pink.

Yang Fei looked at Chen Xingzhu with a smug expression.

"Don't worry, we have more."

He snapped his fingers again, and Fan Yi and Mad Blade appeared at the room's entrance with firearms.

One stood while the other squatted, blocking the retreat for Chen Xingzhu and the others.

Both wielded M16 rifles.

With firearms capable of rapid fire, even if Chen Xingzhu moved like lightning, she could not leave unscathed.

Chen Xingzhu's face turned pale; Zhong Xiang and Willhaus's faces also changed.

Yang Fei, like a true villain, laughed wantonly.

"Scared? Take it easy; the good show is yet to come."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers again.

Three small red dots appeared on the foreheads of Chen Xingzhu, Zhong Xiang, and Willhaus.

This was from the infrared scope of a heavy sniper.

This signaled that the three had been targeted by the snipers at a vantage point and could be shot in the head at any moment.

"You knew we were coming all along?"

Chen Xingzhu almost ground her teeth to dust, glaring hatefully at Yang Fei.

Zhong Xiang and Willhaus were fully alert, ready to act at any moment.

Yang Fei smiled at Chen Xingzhu.

"I've seen the Death Order, but that's not the main reason."

"I knew you would come, and my Changfeng Squad has been waiting for you all for three days and nights."

Chen Xingzhu's face suddenly showed a hint of ferocity: "Do you think you have already won?"