Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Feng Cai'er cried out in shock.

She knew Feng Biao was an extremely dangerous guy, yet she never expected him to be an assassin right from the start.

Offering a woman three moves was just nonsense from this guy.

Whoosh!

Just at that moment, a basin of boiling hot water was thrown directly from inside the door.

Feng Biao reflexively stepped back, but still got several drops of boiling water splashed onto his face, causing intense pain.

A drop of boiling water hit his eye, immediately causing tears to stream down.

Inside the room, Feng Cai'er's soul slightly settled.

She turned her head and saw Lin Xueyi trembling all over, her face pale, tightly holding a kettle of boiling water.

At Lin Xueyi's feet, there was another kettle,

Feng Cai'er couldn't help but force a smile, yet found she could no longer laugh audibly.

Regardless, she never expected these Jianghu rascals to be so vicious, easily resorting to killing.

Thinking back to that scene, Feng Cai'er's legs went weak.

Feng Biao's eyes were scalded by the boiling water, and he retreated.

Seeing an opportunity, three rascals rushed up.

Although Lin Xueyi was scared, she reacted much quicker than Feng Cai'er.

She threw the kettle in her hand with all her strength, smashing it out.

Bang!

The kettle hit the door frame and exploded, sending boiling water splashing everywhere.

The three rascals screamed in pain and stumbled backward.

And just at that moment, Feng Biao's figure flickered, and he charged forward again.

Having only engaged Feng Biao in one exchange, Feng Cai'er knew this guy really dared to kill, a very dangerous criminal.

Watching him charge forward, Feng Cai'er quickly grabbed a stool from the floor and swung it round towards Feng Biao's head.

Bang!

A muffled sound followed as Feng Biao blocked with his Golden Beam, parrying the stool, which broke in the middle.

Amidst flying wood chips and broken wood, Feng Cai'er's palms throbbed painfully, and she was shaken into a staggering retreat.

Seeing things turn bad, Lin Xueyi, with the last kettle of hot water remaining in her hand, smashed it towards Feng Biao again.

Feng Biao was not afraid of Feng Cai'er's stool, but he was somewhat wary of the scalding hot water.

He had no choice but to forcefully halt his charging figure and step back.

Bang!

Feng Cai'er quickly shut the room door, swiftly locked it, and also secured the bolt.

The door was made of sheet metal; although not very sturdy, it would hold for a while.

Lin Xueyi, now out of hot water, felt helpless.

Feng Cai'er's arms and half of her body were numbed by the force of Feng Biao's punch; she was also out of options.

The two women listened fearfully to the noises outside the door.

Bang!

A loud noise caused the whole sheet metal door to shudder.

Feng Biao kicked heavily, indenting it inward, and it twisted and deformed at the seams.

A few more kicks, and this sheet metal door wouldn't be able to hold against Feng Biao.

The two women inside panicked, seeing that Feng Biao was completely intent on killing to silence them.

"Hehe, what skill is there in bullying two women?"

Just at that moment, a lazy voice entered the courtyard, sounding very casual and familiar.

"Yang Fei!"

"It's Yang Fei!"

Lin Xueyi and Feng Cai'er cried tears of joy.

Feng Cai'er swore that she had never been so thrilled by a man's voice in her life.

The two women crowded to a hole in the door to look.

They saw Yang Fei wearing baggy camouflage shorts and a tight vest, with flip-flops on his feet, sauntering in lazily.

"Pfft, this guy doesn't look like he's here to rescue anyone; it seems more like he's come to take a nap..."

Feng Cai'er spat, her heart filled with excited joy.

Lin Xueyi, however, was somewhat worried, "How come he has come alone, not bringing a few more people along? These guys are very vicious."

"Ah, just relax, this bastard is really skilled."

...

Inside the room, the two women discussed.

Outside in the brick house, however, it was a different scene altogether.

The three small-time thugs, afraid of Lin Xueyi's boiling water, also dared not mess with the formidable Feng Cai'er.

When these three saw the carefree Yang Fei coming in, they were overjoyed.

This guy, tall and thin, looked soft-skinned, certainly one who could be made to cry with a slap.

If they didn't bully such a wimp, how could they demonstrate the daunting authority of the three grand thugs?

The three together rushed towards Yang Fei and surrounded him.

Chong Ba fiercely shouted, "Are you seeking death without even considering your opponent? With Brother Biao here, do you have a death wish?"

Yang Fei shrugged his shoulders, ignoring the three small-time thugs, and squinted his eyes.

He sized up Feng Biao, "So you're Feng Biao? You indeed possess some skills, hehe, but your character as a person is far too lacking."

The three ruffians started cursing again.

Feng Biao growled deeply, "Shut up, get lost!"

Chong Ba and the other two were startled.

They had never seen Feng Biao look so stern and serious.

The trio knew well of Feng Biao's temper and dared not say more, obediently making way.

"You are Yang Fei?"

Feng Biao asked coldly, his eyes squinting slightly as he slightly hunched his body.

For some reason, this slovenly, smirk-faced fellow in front of him gave Feng Biao an extreme sense of danger.

This feeling was like a wolf encountering a lion!

Beasts in the jungle, often moving at the edge of life and death, have a peculiar sense of crisis towards danger.

Just like a monkey being targeted by a leopard, even if it does not feel the presence of the leopard, it will unconsciously become agitated and run wildly.

People like Feng Biao, often in the midst of danger themselves,

like the beasts in the jungle, have a sharp sense of danger.

This biological instinct is ten times more accurate than any so-called rational judgment.

The person in front of him is more dangerous than a lion.

That was Feng Biao's assessment of Yang Fei.

His eye muscles twitched intensely, and his pupils contracted like needles.

Hunched over, his body resembled an ox horn great bow stretched to its limit, ready to release.

Yang Fei appeared not to have heard Feng Biao, and instead shouted into the room, "Sister Xueyi, are you alright?"

Lin Xueyi responded, a warm feeling flowing through her heart.

Feng Cai'er snorted, "You better be careful of Feng Biao; this guy really dares to kill."

Before her words ended, Feng Biao roared and, like an arrow off its string, pounced towards Yang Fei.

His speed was unbelievably fast, his iron fists driving the air to buzz.

In an instant, Feng Biao's fists smashed into Yang Fei's left and right Taiyang acupoints.

Yang Fei's contempt brought Feng Biao's anger and battle will to a boiling point!

"Good, Brother Biao has made his move, kill him!"

"This scum is no match for Brother Biao, completely overestimating himself!"

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The three ruffians, coldly speaking from the side, flattered Feng Biao and mocked Yang Fei.

They had no idea that the man standing before them was responsible for putting Ma Liu and his group in the hospital.

Yang Fei, with his hands behind his back, dodged a few moves under Feng Biao's barrage of fists and feet.

He said indifferently, "So you are also a martial artist, shameless, bullying women; let me teach you a lesson."

As he spoke, he took off his flip-flops, stepped aside, and dodged Feng Biao's fist.

Simultaneously, he whipped out a flip-flop.

The sole of the flip-flop solidly smacked Feng Biao's left cheek.

Slap!

This crisp sound silenced the three ruffians, who stared dumbfounded at Yang Fei.

Damn, the invincible Brother Biao was actually slapped with a flip-flop by this guy?

Feng Biao staggered back, feeling a burning sensation on his cheek and something extra in his mouth.

Spitting it out, he saw it was two teeth, which made him roar, "How dare you humiliate me?"

Yang Fei waved his flip-flop as if it were a feather fan, lightly fluttering it.

He spoke indifferently, "You serving Wu Wei like a dog is the real humiliation to yourself."

"You claim to be a martial artist yet have no spine, only know to bully women, what's the use of your martial arts practice?"

As he spoke, Feng Biao charged crazily once again.

Yang Fei's flip-flop, like an up-and-down fluttering butterfly, repeatedly slapped loudly and crisply.

Each hit landed on Feng Biao's face.

In moments, Feng Biao's cheeks swelled up like a pig's head.

Several of his teeth were knocked out, but the guy was stubbornly foolish.

Knowing he was no match for Yang Fei, Feng Biao still charged forward like a stubborn bull.

Yang Fei, running out of patience, threw away the flip-flop and delivered a mighty Sky Cannon Punch to Feng Biao's chin.

The tremendous force flipped Feng Biao backwards like a windmill.

His chain of blood mixed with teeth flew through the air.

Save to the very end, let bleeding be seen if killing is necessary.

This had always been Yang Fei's life philosophy.

Not stopping at half measures, as Feng Biao's body was about to hit the ground, Yang Fei stepped forward in a horse stance, his knee thrusting into Feng Biao's soft ribs.

Just before Feng Biao hit the ground, his body was thrown out again.

Yang Fei took a running start, leapt up, and brought down a powerful high kick like a heavy battle-axe from above.

The airborne Feng Biao was brutally stomped into the ground, like a broken rag doll.

The place fell silent!

The three ruffians were all stupefied, like statues, unable to utter a single word.