Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

While Lin Xueyi was feeling perplexed, Yang Fei had already successfully escaped from the Little Police Flower's entanglement.

He changed trains midway, traveling over two thousand kilometers, and then took a long-distance bus for more than three hundred kilometers.

At last, after walking for five or six hours amidst the deep mountains and thick forests near the border of Yun Province, he finally reached his destination.

In the depths of the jungle, where the grass grew tall and the twilight was mournfully dim,

there was a row of graves on the hillside, neat and orderly, though dilapidated and secluded, yet carrying an air of solemnity that could not be violated.

There were no colorful paper money or other items for sweeping in front of each grave's tombstone.

Instead, neatly arrayed, completely filling the space, were bottles of richly fragrant Wuliangye baijiu.

"Lin Zi, Old Chang, Monkey, Liu Zi, Big Biao... I've come to see you guys."

"How are you all doing down there?"

The speaker was none other than Yang Fei.

Today, unusually, he was dressed very neatly, his back as straight as a javelin.

This suit, combined with his long rectangular face and sharp chin, gave him a dashing appearance and a unique masculine charm.

A man like this walking down the street would definitely turn heads.

However, at this moment, Yang Fei's eyes were full of sorrow.

He picked up a large sea bowl, "Brothers, please forgive me for only coming to see you all now."

"I hope none of you mind. Come on, let's drink this bowl of liquor!"

After speaking, he drained the remaining baijiu from the bowl in one gulp.

Then, he carried bowls of baijiu to each grave and poured it on the ground.

Fianlly, he poured fresh baijiu and placed cigarettes in front of the tombstones.

He muttered to himself, chatted about everyday matters, hummed a few tunes, his face smiling, but the sorrow in his eyes grew deeper.

After the offerings were made, Yang Fei returned to Lin Zi's grave.

He drank the last bowl of liquor, staring blankly at Lin Zi's tombstone, "Lin Zi, why did I agree not to pursue Sister Xueyi?"

"Man, that's not cool. Sister Xueyi is such a beauty, you ask me to look after her and swear not to pursue her?"

"You're really not being righteous, man. Can I change my mind now?"

No sooner had Yang Fei finished than a gust of wind suddenly swept through the forest.

The fierce wind caused the tall deciduous trees to sway unstoppably.

Yang Fei was startled, hastily raising his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright, you have the final say, damn it, why so petty?"

Cursing, he punched the tombstone.

Through the mists of time, Yang Fei seemed to see Lin Zi's young and determined face again, goofily smiling at him, showing his white teeth.

Suddenly, he fell silent, staring blankly, lost in thought.

A large tear rolled down from the corner of Yang Fei's eye.

He sighed deeply, his departure tinged with sadness.

While Yang Fei was hurrying back, Lin Xueyi, accompanied by Uncle Lin, had already arrived at Hongbin Building as arranged by Wu Wei.

Uncle Lin, in his sixties, had silver hair and a slightly lame leg.

In SC district's Nancha Street, everyone knew that Uncle Lin was a genuinely good person.

Years ago, because Wu Wei was convicted of intentional injury, he was sentenced to three years.

Upon his release, homeless and destitute, he roamed the streets.

Uncle Lin was somewhat acquainted with Wu Wei's father.

He took pity on Wu Wei, allowing him to live and eat in his own baozi shop for over a month.

Because of this connection, Lin Xueyi had Uncle Lin's help to engage with Wu Wei.

Walking up the stairs of the Hongbin Building, Lin Xueyi felt her heart pounding fiercely.

Thinking about the notorious big shot of the SC district she was about to meet, Lin Xueyi's legs grew weak.

She regretted inwardly, "Had I known, I would have waited for that stinker Yang Fei to come back first."

"Being a woman alone, her presence was inevitably weak."

But given the situation, there was no choice but to move forward and not back, so Lin Xueyi could only brace herself and head upstairs.

Hongbin Building was one of the foremost restaurants in the area, characterized by its Ming and Qing dynasty retro style, with flying eaves and hooked corners, blue walls and black tiles, majestic in appearance.

Upon reaching the third floor, Lin Xueyi finally met Wu Wei.

At that moment, Wu Wei was leisurely reclining on a Taishi chair.

He had his legs crossed, and in his hands, he twirled two steel balls that were bright and smooth, clattering as they spun.

Wu Wei had a long horse-like face with a large blue birthmark on the left side of his cheek, which bore a tuft of hair.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, his gaze sinister, clearly a callous and ruthless man.

Two followers stood behind Wu Wei.

On his left, a man dressed in a Zhongshan suit sat upright and stiff.

His whole aura erupted with a sharp intensity that was difficult to confront, obviously not someone to be trifled with.

Lin Xueyi recognized at a glance that this sharp man was the one who had provocatively visited the other day.

She had seen this man's face in the video from the front door monitor and couldn't help but shudder.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xueyi's heart began to pound wildly.

"Uncle Lin, you've arrived? Please have a seat."

Wu Wei did not stand up, and with his eyes that were always squinting, he opened them slightly and called Uncle Lin.

As for Lin Xueyi, he did not even glance at her, as if she were invisible air.

Uncle Lin sat down with a bit of unease, and Lin Xueyi also took a seat.

Trying to steady her racing heart, she began, "Brother Wei, about that matter with Ma Liu, I..."

"Stop..."

Wu Wei finally looked at Sister Xueyi for a moment, made a gesture with his hand, and cut off Lin Xueyi's words.

He lazily stretched out his legs, placing his shoes on the large faux mahogany dining table.

At the same time, Wu Wei casually remarked, "I was a bit rushed leaving the house today, and my shoes got dirty."

"Boss Lin, since you've invited me here to discuss matters, you should at least show some sincerity, shouldn't you?"

As he spoke, he stretched his legs out even further.

The foul-smelling leather shoes were directly placed in front of Lin Xueyi.

Lin Xueyi bit her lip, feeling an unprecedented sense of humiliation, tears swirling in her eyes.

Thinking of the astronomical settlement of one million, she hesitated for a moment and finally picked up a pack of napkins from the table and opened it.

She took out a pristine white napkin and managed a weak smile, saying, "I'll clean it for Brother Wei."

"Use your sleeve,"

Wu Wei said coldly, squinting his eyes.

This method was actually a psychological tactic.

Before any negotiations, humiliating the opponent as much as possible to greatly break their spirit was a way to win without fighting.

Lin Xueyi shivered slightly, her eyes reddening a bit.

She didn't understand these tricks often used by street-wise figures.

She merely felt humiliated, yet could not lash out, her hand frozen in mid-air.

Wu Wei's eyes coldly stared at Lin Xueyi, a cruel smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, "What, you don't want to?"

"If you don't want to, that means you're not sincere, and if you're not sincere, don't blame me for not being merciful."

Lin Xueyi held back her tears, steadied her heart a bit.

If enduring such humiliation could lead to a successful negotiation, she was willing.

Otherwise, what could she, a woman with no one to rely on, do?

Life, indeed, leaves no room for caprice.

Lin Xueyi looked at her sleeve of the clean Korean-style coat, feeling a sting in her nose.

She held back her tears, slowly pressing her sleeve against Wu Wei's filthy, stinking leather shoes and began wiping.