Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Wei Cheng suddenly came under attack and instinctively wanted to fight back.

However, the person pressed the Dazhui acupoint on his neck, causing his limbs to feel numb and unable to move even a finger.

Wei Cheng lifted his head in horror, looking at the man in front of him.

"Who... who are you?"

The man had a buzz cut, sharp brows, and bright eyes, handsome in appearance.

Yet at this moment, due to anger, the muscles on his jaw were twisted, and fire of fury blazed in his eyes.

"I'm your granduncle Yang Fei, you idiot. You didn't heed the warning and caused the death of six brothers, you're damn well waiting to go to military court!"

As he spoke, he didn't spare Wei Cheng, delivering a heavy knee strike to Wei Cheng's abdomen.

The liquid accumulated in Wei Cheng's abdomen was violently expelled by this merciless strike, causing him to vomit.

When Yang Fei released him, Wei Cheng fell to the ground like a sack of rice, gasping heavily.

Not far away, guards rushed over but were blocked outside the command center by Mad Blade of the Changfeng Squad and Long Xia, both sides confronting each other.

Yang Fei sneered coldly and paid no heed to Wei Cheng.

He stood up and checked the video recording on the soldier recorder.

Yang Fei solemnly raised his hand and saluted the screen showing the six fallen soldiers.

Then, he strode out of the command center.

After the heavy beating, Wei Cheng's ears buzzed, and his vision blurred.

His chest and abdomen felt tumultuous as if any movement would cause him to vomit again.

He was a Major General, beaten without reason, the humiliation and frustration burned like a furious Poisonous Fire in his heart.

Yet, Wei Cheng knew that his proud grappling and combat skills were nothing in front of this guy.

Just now, Yang Fei extended his hand and gripped his throat.

Yang Fei's moves seemed casual, yet Wei Cheng knew that no matter how he dodged, he couldn't escape his grasp.

When Yang Fei grabbed his neck, Wei Cheng couldn't even muster the Dark Force to counterattack.

In that instant, the Essence Qi throughout Wei Cheng's body seemed to freeze, unable to flow.

This kind of monster was truly untouchable.

Listening to Yang Fei walking out, Wei Cheng surprisingly let out a sigh of relief.

However, at that moment, the still smoldering Yang Fei charged back.

He aimed a fierce kick at Wei Cheng's head.

"You better be prepared, a hopeless general can ruin the entire army."

"Just wait till I capture them, and I'll settle scores with you, you're nothing but a pile of crap."

As he spoke, he spat on Wei Cheng's face.

"Bah, idiot!"

Wei Cheng's head throbbed with pain, almost fainting from rage, but he still dared not stand up.

Around the command center, seven or eight guards stood gaping at their captain being brutally beaten by an unknown man.

In everyone's heart, Wei Cheng was considered the best fighter of the Blood-colored Army Knife.

He was invincible in grappling, shooting, and stealth.

A Special Forces King like him didn't even dare to fight back against this monster.

Every guard was utterly stunned.

The command center was already controlled by the Changfeng Squad and the Hidden Dragon Sixth Division soldiers, and the guards, seeing their stern and fierce appearance, dared not act rashly.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Yang Fei strode out of the command center.

He pointed at his own nose and shouted loudly, "Remember this face of mine."

"My name is Yang Fei, and I was the one who beat Wei Cheng. Try taking it to a military court."

He sneered coldly, looking around.

"Your captain didn't heed warnings, acted on his own, causing his brothers' deaths. The superiors will naturally settle this account with him."

As Yang Fei spoke, he waved his hand, "Let's go!"

He led the retreat, and behind him, the members of the Changfeng Squad and Hidden Dragon Sixth Division covered each other, leaving in an orderly manner.

Their attack on the command center and subsequent retreat lasted less than three minutes.

During this period, these wolf-like soldiers continually maintained vigilance against the Blood-colored Army Knife soldiers.

Even as they were retreating, the rear-guard soldiers aimed their guns at the command center guards, appearing extremely cold.

It wasn't until these fierce warriors disappeared into the forest that a few guards rushed into the command center.

The guards helped up Wei Cheng, his anger and resentment boiling over as everyone discussed heatedly.

"Captain, how are you?"

"Hmph, is Hidden Dragon so great that they dare to storm our command center and beat up officers? No matter what they say, they have no grounds."

"Damn it, what's a Jackal? These guys are the real jackals! Every one of their eyes looks horribly sinister."

...

Amidst the discussions, Wei Cheng stood firmly with the help of two guards.

"We'll settle this account with them later."

"But the immediate priority is to capture those two fugitives."

"We fell here, so we'll get back up from here. Let those Evil Dragon guys see that our Blood-colored Army Knife isn't made of cowards."

Wei Cheng said seriously, but cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

He knew the situation was severe, and if he couldn't make amends, the superiors might strip him of his rank.

While Wei Cheng was deploying his troops, Yang Fei, the Changfeng Squad, and the Hidden Dragon Sixth Division members already started pursuing the two fugitives.

The path of the two fugitives was very clear.

They didn't bother hiding their tracks and almost ran in a straight line towards the Mengzhan Border Crossing.

Ordinary Special Forces couldn't possibly catch up with the two fugitives.

On the fully quarantined national border line, the two fugitives killed three soldiers attempting to intercept them.

They broke through successfully, escaping out of the national boundary and dashing into the dense forests on the opposite side.

On the border, Yang Fei convened a short meeting with key members of the Changfeng Squad and Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions.

The meeting decided to avoid diplomatic troubles.

Zuo Zhengyong would lead the Hidden Dragon Sixth Division soldiers to station within the border line.

While Yang Fei would lead the Changfeng Squad to continue pursuing Demon Emperor and Sword Emperor.

The two Old Devils had extraordinary Kung Fu, their individual combat skills were practically beyond measure.

No matter the number of people in the encirclement, they posed little threat to them.

Facing such level of experts, even the Changfeng Squad had limited options.

Yang Fei relied on the expertise of An Zichen, Sword Emperor, and Xue Mingtai.

With these three, alongside himself and Xiao Xuanya's heavy sniper, there was a possibility of taking down Sword Emperor and Demon Emperor.

The meeting concluded, and everyone took their actions.

At that moment, Zuo Zhengyong's communicator started beeping urgently.

Zuo Zhengyong answered, and after listening to two phrases, he abruptly stood up.

"What, the Blood-colored Army Knife charged out of the national bounds to catch fugitives?"

Hearing this, Yang Fei immediately became alert.

Zuo Zhengyong, after hearing the report from the scout, was fuming with anger.

"Is there nothing but pulp inside Wei Cheng's head?"

"Aren't the deaths of six people enough? He recklessly disregards the lives of his subordinates."

Zuo Zhengyong was a steadfast and resolute soldier.

Nonetheless, he was well-disciplined, yet could not refrain from cursing at this moment.

He directly connected to Wei Cheng's communication channel, but it remained unanswered for long, evidently being rejected by Wei Cheng.

Zuo Zhengyong angrily removed his hat and threw it on the ground, his face stern.

"Chief Instructor, what do we do?"

Yang Fei had already completely calmed down.

He had approximately guessed Wei Cheng's thoughts, let out a bitter smile.

"This kid wants to make amends and capture the fugitives before us, let him go."

"But if they do come across the two fugitives, it would be sending them to their deaths."

"Not only them, but even our brothers from Hidden Dragon Sixth Division can't contend with the two Devils."

Zuo Zhengyong was deeply worried.