Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

"Ugh, what is this stuff, it stinks, is it manure!"

Li Hong and Lin Xueyi both desperately covered their noses.

Lin Xueyi felt both scared and furious in her heart.

Once the manure was splashed, even if it were cleaned up by tomorrow morning and the stench completely dissipated, it would still take two or three days.

During that time, one could only imagine how terrible the hotel's business would become.

Yang Fei whispered, "It's not just manure, there's also paint, did you see? They all have spray guns in their hands."

"Damn it, spraying paint and splashing manure, these bastards are really nasty."

"So what do we do? Should we call the police right away?"

Lin Xueyi couldn't keep calm any longer as she watched seven or eight dark figures getting closer and closer.

She gritted her teeth and grabbed the phone from the table.

"Heh, by the time the police get here, these guys will have already finished their dirty deeds and run away."

"Don't worry, these guys won't get away with it."

Yang Fei chuckled twice with an incredibly cunning voice.

Even Li Hong rolled her eyes at him, "Brother Fei, you really resemble those big traitors in the movies."

Yang Fei stretched out his arm and with a smack, slapped her on the buttocks, "Girl, how can you speak like that? How could I, such an upright person, possibly be a big traitor?"

"Just watch how these bastards get their comeuppance."

While the three were quietly talking upstairs, the guys downstairs were cursing and complaining, "Damn it, what's this sticky and slippery stuff on the ground? It's splattered all over me."

"That Lin Xueyi, daring to oppose Brother Wei, needs a good lesson to teach her, to let her know that Prince Ma has three eyes!"

"What's this smell? Damn it, it smells like gasoline. Why does it feel like my trouser leg is getting hotter?"

...

Under the dim street light, several hoodlums were carrying paint and manure, preparing to splash the manure and spray the paint.

Suddenly one of the hoodlums screamed, "Fire, fire, damn it, my pant leg is on fire."

He had stepped on a black plastic bag, and the black gasoline mixture had spilled onto his trouser leg.

For some reason, it had ignited all of a sudden.

The bright yellow flames, like a fire snake, wrapped around his calf and spread upwards.

The others who stepped on the plastic bags all had their pant legs catch fire without exception, spreading from the calves to the thighs.

In less than two or three seconds, seven or eight hoodlums were jumping about and howling, doing a wild dance as if in grass skirts.

Each of them had flames roaring on their legs, a sight both spectacular and terrible to behold.

The sensation of being burned by fire was far worse than being cut by a knife.

The hoodlums' calves quickly blistered from the burns, and the pain was unbearable, their screams were continuous.

One guy couldn't stand the pain and fell to the ground, rolling back and forth, only to crush another plastic bag.

This unfortunate soul immediately caught fire on his upper body, and his long hair, resembling a horse's mane, was burned clean off, screaming in agony.

"Quick, throw the manure!"

One of the more quick-witted hoodlums had a moment of inspiration.

He poured a full bucket of yellowish substance over the man who was rolling around, splattering him completely.

This method did indeed work for a moment, and the flames on his body weakened.

Seeing that it worked, the others, without hesitation, poured full buckets of manure over themselves.

But the bright yellow flames only dimmed for a moment.

In less than three to five seconds, the fire picked up again, burning even more fiercely.

The hoodlums were screaming in agony; to prevent the fire from spreading, they stripped off their clothes cleanly.

A group of people, naked, were hopping and bouncing around, screaming like crazy.

From the fourth floor, Lin Xueyi and Li Hong watched these troublemakers in their sorry state, both girls giggling gleefully.

Lin Xueyi, eying Yang Fei, said, "I get it now. Once these plastic bags are stepped on, they catch fire."

"Where did you learn this trick, also while you were raising pigs in the army?"

Yang Fei, with a face that didn't turn red and a heart that didn't skip a beat, said nonchalantly, "Yeah, it's a very simple chemical principle."

"Concentrated sulfuric acid combined with filter paper soaked in Potassium Permanganate Solution, once it oxidizes, it will burn."

"Plus, the solution contains gasoline and Scale Armor, so once it catches fire, it can't be extinguished, even with a fire extinguisher."

"This kind of fire burns even more fiercely with less oxygen. It's a simple way to make an incendiary bomb..."

"Cough cough, I mean, these guys deserve it. Best they burn to death."

Seeing Lin Xueyi and Li Hong's eyes widen, Yang Fei coughed twice and changed the subject.

He hummed a song with a cheeky tone, "Tickle me, tickle me, you let me tickle me, like a flower blooming in the spring breeze..."

"Okay, but what if they actually burn to death?"

Listening to him sing such a vulgar song, Lin Xueyi felt she was on the verge of a breakdown.

She cut off Yang Fei's song and said, worriedly.

"Relax, in the combustion solution I mixed two-thirds of the gasoline with water. The fire won't last a minute before it extinguishes itself."

"A fire of this level isn't lethal, not even serious injuries will occur."

Yang Fei, lounging back lazily, began smoking as he reassured Lin Xueyi and Li Hong.

Indeed, no sooner had Yang Fei finished speaking than the seven or eight troublemakers below had their flames extinguished in unison.

The few ruffians, having recovered slightly from their shock, no longer cared about spraying paint, and supported each other as they beat a hasty and sorry retreat.

Atop the building, Lin Xueyi and Li Hong were staring agape at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei, pretending to be suave, brushed back his hair and said proudly, "How is it, am I so handsome that you can't help yourselves?"

"Just to be clear, I'm a pure man, I sell my body but not my talent, one at a time."

"Pfft, a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory. Go to sleep," Lin Xueyi said, clearly annoyed by Yang Fei's words, yet unable to articulate her suspicions.

She glared fiercely at him and left the room.

"Hey, Sister Xueyi, what about the five hundred yuan raise you promised me?"

Yang Fei followed Lin Xueyi, expectantly saying.

Lin Xueyi turned back, with a face that didn't turn red and a heart that didn't skip a beat, "When did I say that? Did I ever say something like that?"

"Wow, Sister Xueyi, you can't go back on your word!"

Yang Fei felt like crying but had no tears, and then looked at Li Hong with hope.

He pleaded earnestly, "Li Hong, little beauty, you're honest and cute, beautiful and kind. You be the witness, what did Sister Xueyi just say?"

"Hmm, good girl Li Hong, tomorrow I'll treat you to a special meal. Go to sleep, alright?"

Lin Xueyi smirked and gave Li Hong a meaningful glance.

Li Hong, with a mischievous smile, glanced at Yang Fei and obediently said, "Brother Fei, Sister Xueyi, I'm going to sleep now, good night."

Watching Li Hong leave the room, Yang Fei called out twice, but Li Hong pretended not to hear.

As she climbed the stairs, Yang Fei turned back and dragged out her name, "Sister Xueyi..."

Lin Xueyi looked at Yang Fei with a smile that was not a smile, her eyes watery and alluring in the light.

She said softly, like the Wolf Grandma, "You can have your raise, but first you need to tell Sister, who exactly are you?"

Before Yang Fei could reply, she continued smiling, "You fight so fiercely, and can use such things as incendiary bombs. When it comes to fixing circuits or working on some system, you never have any difficulties."

"Sister wants to know, what kind of army is it that even the pig-raising soldiers are so capable?"