Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Feng Biao!

Yang Fei got a shock; wasn't this guy just arrested and taken to the hospital to recover from his injuries?

How did he end up here?

Yang Fei inwardly cursed his luck, as his internal injuries mysteriously flared up again.

If Feng Biao was out for revenge, that would be the end of his dear life.

As Yang Fei thought this, he didn't delay a bit, bearing the pain from his injuries, he rushed straight down to the first floor.

Strangely, after swallowing that Tiger Amber and practicing a bit of Extreme Tiger,

the burning sensation in his chest and abdomen started to subside a bit.

At least when running now, his vision didn't darken, and his body didn't feel completely exhausted anymore.

"It seems Old Silver Stick's Dharma Door is reliable; if I keep practicing like this, my internal injuries might heal, and my martial arts cultivation might fully recover," he muttered to himself, his spirits slightly lifted by the thought.

When he reached the first floor, he discovered a person covered in blood lying at the entrance of the hotel.

A dagger was deeply embedded in the person's chest, leaving only the hilt visible.

The man's face was slashed, the skin and flesh grotesquely peeled back, creating a horrifying sight.

Foam mixed with blood flowed from his nose and mouth; his eyes had already begun to dim, barely clinging to life.

But no matter how badly injured he was, Yang Fei recognized him at a glance.

It was Feng Biao.

Lin Xueyi, including Li Hong and several other female waitresses, were terrified, their faces pale and bodies trembling.

Upon seeing Yang Fei coming down, they all looked towards him as if seeing a savior.

Lin Xueyi cried out, "Yang Fei, out of nowhere, Feng Biao came rushing in covered in blood."

"As soon as he entered the door, he collapsed on the floor, you have to see what's wrong with him!"

Without time to think, Yang Fei dashed over and helped Feng Biao up.

Yang Fei propped up his upper body against the huge marble column of the hotel, and asked, "Feng Biao, how are you, who did this to you?"

While asking, he ordered Li Hong, "Quickly call for emergency services, have the ambulance come over."

"Ah, no need..."

Feng Biao, who had been squinting his eyes, opened them slightly and looked at Yang Fei.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, "I had just come out from the hospital, Wu Wei sent people to kill me, first by poisoning, then stabbed in the chest."

"Being able to get here and see you is already Heaven's grace."

"Wu Wei wants to kill you?"

Yang Fei's face was filled with astonishment.

No matter what, he had not expected Wu Wei to be so ruthless towards his own Chief Bodyguard.

A bitter and mocking smile appeared on Feng Biao's face: "The Mortal World is cruel, but nothing is crueller than the human heart."

"Since the kidnapping case broke out, Wu Wei feared I'd rat him out, so he made his move..."

He spoke, then vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, looking as pale as gold leaf, his breath weakening even more.

With a vacant gaze, Feng Biao said to Yang Fei with an effort, "Even though you defeated me, you did it fairly and squarely, with integrity... I... trust you."

He weakly sighed and grabbed hold of Yang Fei's sleeve tightly, "I can tell that you are truly a good man."

"Therefore, I have something important to entrust to you, you must promise me."

"Otherwise, even in death, I won't be able to rest in peace."

As he spoke, he took out a plastic bag from his pocket with trembling hands.

The plastic bag was already soaked with blood.

It was with great difficulty that Feng Biao managed to open the plastic bag and shake out its contents.

There was a bankbook, a USB drive, and some other bits and pieces.

He looked at Yang Fei pleadingly, his voice growing weaker, "This bankbook, there is some money in it."

"On the back of the passbook, there's a password and a bank account number. Please transfer the money from this passbook into the bank account on the back."

"Keep two hundred thousand for yourself, consider it a small token of my gratitude."

Yang Fei stared straight at Feng Biao and noticed his pupils were gradually dilating.

Yang Fei knew he was running out of time, let out a sigh, and waved at Li Hong, signaling her not to make the emergency call anymore.

Feng Biao looked listlessly at Yang Fei and said weakly, "I don't know much about Wu Wei's affairs."

"But this man is sinister and vicious. When I worked for him, to avoid being cannon fodder, I had to have a trick up my sleeve."

"Some of the things I did for him before... left evidence."

"There are phone recordings, WeChat screenshots, video files, all stored in this... USB flash drive."

"I know I've done too many wrongs and that retribution is inevitable, but I never imagined, no matter what, that he would actually... want to silence me by killing me."

"This time, even if I die, I must drag him... to hell. Please hand this evidence over to the police."

After Feng Biao finished speaking, his consciousness grew increasingly blurred.

Clutching onto a thread of clarity in his mind, he looked intently at Yang Fei: "Yang Fei, apart from you, I... can't find anyone else to trust."

"... Can you fulfill my request?"

Yang Fei looked at Feng Biao with an extremely complex and heavy heart and asked, "Why should you trust me?"

Feng Biao chuckled weakly, closing his eyes: "Just... intuition... I believe... you will help me..."

"If I... misjudged people, it doesn't... matter much, who can guarantee they've always made the right choices in their lifetime..."

His voice was faint and intermittent, and suddenly, a large amount of fresh blood poured out of his mouth and nose.

At the same time, Feng Biao's head drooped deeply, never to make another sound.

Yang Fei looked deeply at Feng Biao's ghastly white cheeks, pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

He took a deep breath.

The Mortal World is cruel, but nothing is more heartless than human nature.

Yang Fei carefully placed the contents of the plastic bag into his jacket pocket.

Lin Xueyi was terrified and said with a trembling voice, "Yang Fei, are you really going to get involved with this bad guy's affairs?"

Yang Fei exhaled a ring of smoke and nodded, "Since he chose to trust me, I have to live up to his trust."

"A man's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold; a promise to a dead man cannot be broken."

"But Brother Wei is not someone to be trifled with. Now that a life has been lost, I'm worried..."

Lin Xueyi's face turned pale with fear.

No wonder she was frightened; anyone would be scared by a dead person in a hotel.

Yang Fei laughed coldly, "Wu Wei, being such a villain, won't spare us even if we don't provoke him."

"Moreover, this time, it's not about Wu Wei refusing to let me go, but rather I refuse to let him go."

Just then, outside the sound of police sirens grew louder as a police car sped from afar and rushed over.

It turned out Lin Xueyi had called the police in advance.

Four officers burst into the hotel, set up the police tape, examined the scene, and were busy all over.

After everything was done, Lin Xueyi was taken back to the police station to assist with the investigation.

The coroner took Feng Biao's body away.

Yang Fei cleaned up the blood at the hotel entrance, and just like that, the matter was seemingly over.

However, Yang Fei knew that Feng Biao's death had irrevocably drawn the Lanting Hotel into an impending storm.

The storm is about to break out, and the building is filled with apprehension!

Yang Fei's mouth curled into an elegant arc, smiling with a hint of sarcasm.

If Wu Wei wants to play with fire, Yang Fei doesn't mind accompanying him to the end.

Just as Yang Fei resolved to really take on Wu Wei...

The situation began to spiral out of control.