Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Outside the hall, four bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing earpieces had been waiting.

Upon seeing Xu Zhiching emerge, the four bodyguards exchanged glances and followed her downstairs.

Downstairs, there were two more bodyguards guarding the staircase entrance.

There were also two bodyguards at the main entrance, maintaining a strict watch.

Outside the photo studio, two black Mercedes cars flanked the Bugatti Veyron, forming a protective escort.

This display intimidated everyone in the makeup hall.

Only Yang Fei sighed softly and pulled out another cigarette, placing it in his mouth.

"You little rascal, what exactly did you say to Miss Xu?"

Su Yinxue snapped back to reality, snatched the cigarette from Yang Fei's mouth, and asked fiercely.

"Cough cough..."

Caught off guard, Yang Fei began to cough violently.

He pointed at Su Yinxue with difficulty breathing, "My cigarette... my cigarette..."

"Smoke, smoke, smoke yourself to death!"

Su Yinxue stuffed the cigarette back into Yang Fei's mouth.

The cigarette almost went straight down Yang Fei's throat.

Yang Fei finally caught his breath and looked up at the cold-faced Su Yinxue, crying injustice.

"Yinxue, I managed to get Xu Zhiching to endorse Yalan Apparel after all, are you trying to kill me?"

For some unknown reason, whenever Su Yinxue thought of Xu Zhiching's close and dependent demeanor towards Yang Fei.

A fire inexplicably kindled in her heart.

Su Yinxue said coldly, "Miss Xu is now the spokesperson for Yalan International, and I won't allow some men to bully her randomly."

"Tell me, what did you say to Miss Xu just now that made her so sad?"

Yang Fei smirked lazily and lit his cigarette.

He looked at Su Yinxue, whose face was as cold as frost, with a mischievous grin.

"You want to know... I won't tell you unless you kiss me first."

"Pfft, keep dreaming!"

Su Yinxue spat at Yang Fei, while Sister Cheng and Little Zhou listened in amazement.

Considering President Su's cold, standoffish character, it was unusual for her to chat so intimately with this man who wore a cheesy grin.

What kind of Soul-Confusing Drug had this guy fed President Su?

Rumors had it that it took just one call from Yang Fei to bring the superstar Xu Zhiching, who even endorsed the company for free.

Sister Cheng and Little Zhou increasingly found Yang Fei unfathomable and elusive.

Meanwhile, Yang Qiqi and Gold-rimmed Glasses were white as sheets, dispirited and dejected.

The two had never imagined that this ordinary-looking guy in a cheap suit, a scoundrel.

He possessed such great influence!

This jerk managed in just a few words to get the currently most popular superstar, Xu Zhiching, to endorse Yalan International for free.

It was utterly impossible!

This felt like a street beggar suddenly winning over a Princess with a single word.

Moreover, the Princess acted as if she would not marry anyone but him.

What a world!

Yang Qiqi stared blankly at Yang Fei, continuously speculating about his identity.

But from his sub-three hundred dollar cheap suit to his careless demeanor and sneaky smile.

Yang Qiqi couldn't see any connection between him and high society.

Gold-rimmed Glasses quietly tugged at Yang Qiqi's sleeve.

At the same time, he grabbed the two million check from the table and signaled to Yang Qiqi with his eyes.

Yang Qiqi understood.

Given today's events, any collaboration with Xu Zhiching seemed impossible now.

For Yang Qiqi and her agency, this was an irretrievable loss.

And yet, the two had foolishly made a bet with Yang Fei and Su Yinxue.

This bet involved two million in stakes, if not now, then when?

The two quietly moved their feet, inching towards the outside of the makeup hall.

Once they were through the door, they'd immediately take off at a run.

In doing so, they could recoup their two million wager.

Unfortunately, just as Yang Qiqi and Gold-rimmed Glasses had taken a few steps, Yang Fei swayed over with measured steps.

He said with a smile, "Miss Qiqi, don't we still have an unsettled account?"

"Run fast!"

Gold-rimmed Glasses forcefully pushed Yang Qiqi, and they both ran towards the door.

Yang Fei laughed loudly, took a step forward, and stretched out his arms.

He easily picked up both Yang Qiqi and Gold-rimmed Glasses, one in each arm.

It was funny how they desperately flailed their legs in the air, kicking wildly.

Su Yinxue couldn't help but let out a snicker.

Little Zhou and Sister Cheng also laughed, filling the hall with laughter.

Although Yang Qiqi was not considered a top-tier star, she acted like a big celebrity, which was annoying.

Now, watching her in such a sorry state, even the makeup artists and stylists found it hilariously amusing.

Yang Qiqi shut her eyes and kicked wildly for a while before realizing her feet weren't touching the ground.

She then heard the laughter of the crowd and finally came back to her senses.

Yang Qiqi was both ashamed and angry, suddenly letting out a scream, her sharp nails clawing towards Yang Fei's face.

Yang Fei chuckled, pressed his thumb on her Dazhui acupoint, and squeezed hard.

Instantly, Yang Qiqi's entire body went limp, and her arms drooped weakly.

Yang Fei drew close to her, staring into her eyes.

He said indifferently, "I don't hit women, but if you continue to throw a tantrum, I will kill you!"

As he spoke, a fierce light suddenly burst from his amber-like pure eyes.

From his body emanated a violent, bloody aura that surged forth.

From Yang Fei's eyes, Yang Qiqi clearly felt an endless intent to kill.

This murderous aura terrified her out of her wits.

This was no longer the same man who had worn a lazy smile just a moment ago.

This was clearly an Asura demon who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and the Incessant Hell!

Yang Qiqi looked at his crimson eyes and could no longer speak.

Yang Fei glared and said, "You think you can skip out on my bill, you damn well think you can live?"

"Miss Zhiching has already agreed to represent Yalan International and has signed the contract."

"You agreed to the gamble, so please apologize immediately to the two Yalan employees, and furthermore..."

Yang Fei sneered, reached out, and took a check from Yang Qiqi's hand.

He calmly said, "These two million are the betting money I'm owed."

Having said that, Yang Fei let go.

Yang Qiqi and Gold-rimmed Glasses fell to the floor with a thud, like two clumps of mud.

Yang Qiqi was slightly better off, but Gold-rimmed Glasses was so scared that he wet his pants.

An extremely unpleasant smell forced everyone else in the makeup hall to cover their noses.

Yang Fei looked at Yang Qiqi and Gold-rimmed Glasses indifferently and said, "Apologize, and then get out."

Yang Qiqi didn't dare to resist any longer.

The aura Yang Fei had displayed just now was too frightening.

Yang Qiqi didn't doubt for a second that if she continued to resist,

this man might actually kill her.

Yang Qiqi got up, walked up to Little Zhou and Sister Cheng, and bowed deeply.

She said in a low voice, "I was wrong just now, I apologize, please forgive me..."

As she spoke, Yang Qiqi glanced fearfully at Yang Fei.

Her voice trembled, "Please save me, if you don't forgive me, he... he will actually kill me."

Little Zhou snorted, wanting to say some harsh words.

Seeing Yang Qiqi's pitiful look, she ultimately held back.

Sister Cheng, however, was more compassionate, looked at Yang Qiqi, and said, "You can go, we forgive you."

"Everyone deserves dignity, no matter their status."

"I hope Miss Qiqi will learn to respect others in the future."

Yang Qiqi bowed deeply again and looked pitifully at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei didn't say a word.

Feeling like she had been granted a reprieve, Yang Qiqi, supporting Gold-rimmed Glasses, hurried out of the makeup hall like they were fleeing.