Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Fan Yi said that, and from the backpack, he took out an old leather pouch and passed it to Yang Fei.

Though the leather pouch was old, it was sealed tightly with old-fashioned lye, and a yellowed seal sticker was still attached to it.

Yang Fei recognized at a glance that this was indeed his master's usual method.

Yang Fei stood up, bowed respectfully, and then received the leather pouch from Fan Yi's hands.

After sitting back down, Yang Fei was always concerned about his master, "How is Master's health, and how is his spirit?"

Fan Yi suddenly laughed.

Such a smile on his stern face seemed somewhat unnatural, "Shou Jing Gong's health is of course very good..."

"Guess where I saw him?"

Yang Fei immediately grimaced, covering his forehead and said, "Damn it, not at the bath center again?"

"Correct answer!"

Fan Yi casually said, "I was walking on the street when a child handed me a note, and the handwriting on it was unmistakably Shou Jing Gong's."

"I followed the note to the location, and sure enough, it was your master Shou Jing Gong, and he was still…"

At this, Fan Yi looked at Yang Fei's increasingly dark face and hesitated for a moment.

He continued, "He was in a private room getting that... massage, and had called in two misses to accompany him."

"Damn, this old guy really is full of vigor."

Yang Fei almost spat out a mouthful of old blood and felt like crying but had no tears.

Fan Yi looked amusedly at Yang Fei and said lightly, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with that."

"Shou Jing Gong is an otherworldly master, his realm is profound and inscrutable, beyond both you and me."

"The so-called great hermit hides in the marketplace; perhaps this is also a form of cultivation."

"Damn it, the old guy is just an old silver stick, claiming to be a great hermit in the market is just his excuse."

Yang Fei, overwhelmed with grief and anger, cursed under his breath.

Fan Yi looked at him disdainfully, "If Shou Jing Gong didn't like these pleasures of men and women, would he have fallen into your trap?"

Reminded of the past, Yang Fei couldn't help but smirk.

"That's true, when I wanted to become his disciple, Old Silver Stick flat out refused at first."

"Later, I showed him a 32G hard drive filled with little movies from the Island Country."

"Old Silver Stick immediately changed his tune, saying I had exceptional talent and an extraordinary constitution and would definitely achieve great things, hahaha."

Fan Yi also laughed.

After chatting for a while, Yang Fei said, "Our organizational roles have been cancelled, and our identities need to be confirmed by the organization. So where do you want to go next?"

"Otherwise, come and mingle with me at the hotel, guarding Sister Xueyi makes me feel much more at ease."

Fan Yi sighed and said softly, "I can't hang out with Brother Fei for now."

"I have some urgent matters to take care of in the north, a month at the shortest, half a year at most. I will be back."

"Then together with Brother Fei, we'll make a grand scene in this city."

Fan Yi kept his private matters to himself, and Yang Fei didn't ask.

He slapped his thigh, "Alright, I'll be waiting for you."

While Yang Fei and Fan Yi were chatting on the lake, Wu Wei was already at his wits' end.

He lay on a massage bed in the bath center, enjoying the massage from two beautiful women.

The two beauties, with their fiery figures and gorgeous faces, were clearly seductive creatures.

Their massages, appropriate in pressure and precise in location, were relaxing.

But now, Wu Wei's heart was restless and even somewhat fearful.

Wu Wei had never expected that Feng Biao would personally act to kidnap an ordinary woman.

Not only did he botch the job, but he himself ended up heavily injured and caught by the police.

This had blown up into a major issue.

Along with Feng Biao, Chong Ba and three other thugs were also arrested.

Feng Biao might not betray him, but thugs like Chong Ba surely wouldn't keep their mouths shut.

Being the mastermind behind the scenes, there was absolutely no escape for him now.

The more Wu Wei thought, the more terrified he became.

Having controlled area SC for several years, he was not without his secretive tricks.

However, this time he had underestimated the Lanting Hotel and was too eager to please Young Master Sun, which led him to make a mistake.

Otherwise, when it came to kidnapping, Wu Wei would rather hire some unknown faces for the job.

Recognize the money, not the faces—he could fall from grace, yet no one would trace it back to him.

With growing unease, he sent the two masseuses away, locked the door, and made another call to Young Master Sun.

This was already the third call Wu Wei had made to Young Master Sun.

If only Young Master Sun was willing to lend a hand, the danger could still be salvaged.

The first two calls, Young Master Sun hadn't answered.

This time, after a few ringing tones, the lazy, frivolous voice of Young Master Sun finally came through, "Hello?"

Wu Wei felt a wave of relief.

His tone grew more urgent, "Young Master Sun, things have messed up. Four of my men have been arrested and taken to the police station..."

"A bunch of idiots!"

Young Master Sun didn't let Wu Wei finish, cutting him off abruptly with a lazy curse.

Wu Wei's face burned, the sharp rebuke hitting him as well.

But at this critical moment, Wu Wei dared not say anything.

He said, "Please, Young Master Sun, think of a way to get them out, will you?"

"Hmph, you idiot, moron, a policewoman caught them red-handed, how do you propose we get them out?"

Young Master Sun lashed out at Wu Wei thoroughly.

Wu Wei kept silent, his heart secretly rejoicing.

He knew that by cursing up a storm, Young Master Sun surely wouldn't ignore the matter.

If he had been polite, chances were slim.

Indeed, after a good rant, Young Master Sun's tone eased, saying, "I got the news as soon as they were arrested."

"Find a way to send a message to the three thugs jailed at the police station, make them stand their ground firmly."

"Just say these three lusted after the beauty of the boss's wife and kidnapped her with ill intentions, and that no one else was behind it."

"Even if they're sentenced and jailed, I have ways to get them reduced sentences."

"If they dare let slip even a whisper, even if they miraculously get out, they'd be waiting to be corpses in the streets."

"You speak harsher words better than me, understand?"

"I understand..."

Wu Wei's heart settled, and he said with a sinister smile, "Don't worry, Young Master Sun, leave it to me."

Young Master Sun grunted dispassionately, "Don't be too careless, those three in the police station are easy to handle, but what about Feng Biao?"

"How much do you know about Feng Biao?"

"Because of an injury, he's hospitalized, and the police have taken control of his ward. What will you do if he rats you out?"

"Feng Biao..."

Wu Wei's heart suddenly turned cold.

Honestly, he didn't know much about Feng Biao.

All he knew was the man had a complex background, fought in underground boxing, worked odd jobs, and later moved to Yannan City.

Wu Wei, seeing his exceptional Kung Fu skills and ruthlessness—and the fact he wasn't talkative—kept him close by.

"Feng Biao... he wouldn't blabber, would he?"

Wu Wei stuttered, feeling panic, yet he was not at all sure.

"Hmph, dead men don't blabber. Feng Biao is unreliable, you better watch out,"

Young Master Sun snorted coldly and then hung up.

Wu Wei sat motionless, stunned for a long while.

Gradually, a ferocious look appeared in his eyes, and he murmured to himself, "Young Master Sun is right, only the dead don't blabber."

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