Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The burly Thunder God sighed.

"Yang Fei's strength is terrifyingly strong. He can almost instantly defeat a Core Formation expert, and even against a King, he stands a chance."

"And his crew, they are even more powerful. We stand no chance."

The King Wuxiang nodded in agreement, yet subtly encouraged everyone.

"However, we shouldn't underestimate ourselves. Indeed, Yang Fei's Three Great Masters of Yinxue Tower are not to be trifled with."

"But people of such status as Great Masters would not be serving as his bodyguards."

"As long as Yang Fei is alone, hehe, I'm sure I can deal with him."

There was an utterly sinister gleam in his eyes.

"I've waited ten years, only now seeing a glimmer of hope, I will never give up."

"Yang Fei's Nine Extremes Technique, I must have it."

The Five Great Masters all nodded in agreement.

Wu Yunfei pondered for a moment.

"However, we've already alerted our enemies. Ambushing Yang Fei won't be easy."

The King Wuxiang laughed out loud: "You're absolutely right, but I have my own way of dealing with him, we'll see."

In the following days, Xu Zhiqing officially signed with Starlight Entertainment, beginning her commercial packaging with the company.

Yang Fei wasn't interested in these commercial activities; he was only interested in Xu Zhiqing.

This guy used all the strength of an ox and a tiger to finally get Xu Zhiqing to speak.

He later learned that Xu Zhiqing's first kiss was indeed given to Yang Fei, but nothing else happened.

Yang Fei was quite regretful, lamenting that his heartfelt confession had been wasted.

It turned out that when the moment came, nothing happened at all, earning him a reputation as a rogue in vain.

Were their ancestors, such as Tian Boguang and Ximen Qing, aware of this, they might scold him for being unworthy.

Though Xu Zhiqing was as gentle as water, she was an extremely conservative and reserved girl.

Although the entertainment industry was chaotic and dirty, none of the filth had tainted Xu Zhiqing even a bit.

Xu Zhiqing only accepted Yang Fei's minor affections, holding hands was fine, but kissing was another challenge.

This was all because Xu Zhiqing had been single for so long, developing a cleanliness obsession.

Yang Fei didn't force it.

In his view, a beauty is like tea, it requires water of the right temperature to slowly steep and reveal its original fragrance.

If one is too eager and only seeks possession, the realm is diminished significantly, spoiling the scene.

Chen Ke had been busy these days, constantly attending various banquets, parties, and star press conferences.

She planned to familiarize herself quickly with the various networks and rules of the entertainment industry.

Xiao Xuanya, however, had recently started writing a novel on a certain website.

This enchanting woman was also an international assassin, yet her personal interest was in writing exquisite and elegant texts.

Si Ruoxi, meanwhile, was always following Xu Zhiqing, learning everything from performance to body shaping and the industry's unspoken rules.

Almost every woman had something to do, and Yang Fei and the bunch of rogues in the Changfeng Squad were bored to death.

Besides his daily routine of training, Yang Fei spent all day discussing Martial Arts and studying knowledge with the likes of Mad Blade.

The discussions about Martial Arts were real, but the studying inevitably veered off course.

After only a few sentences, the discussions among those few lewd fellows would change tone.

The band of rogues discussed from harmonizing breath to virility, from Wing Chun to the Thirty-Six Positions in bed, it was just everyday chatter.

The Three Swords, Fan Yi, and Long Xia were all true martial artists.

They often learned Yang Fei's Martial Arts insights with a sincere attitude.

However, listening until the end, they could only smile wryly and leave despondently, steering clear of this coarse bunch.

In fact, Yang Fei was outwardly relaxed yet inwardly tense, always guarding against the King Wuxiang's crowd.

However, since the battle on Phoenix Mountain, King Wuxiang and the others had vanished without a trace, never seen again.

Yang Fei knew that given King Wuxiang's character, he would never admit defeat so easily, so he stayed alert, never lowering his guard.

This guy, out of extreme boredom, got Mad Blade to bring a load of electronic surveillance equipment.

On the yacht, several stunning beauties were swaying in front of his eyes every day, yet he couldn't touch any of them.

Yang Fei's lecherous nature flared up, and he decided to install cameras in the beauties' rooms.

For Yang Fei, this carried no psychological burden.

After all, these women could all be considered his, they wouldn't let him touch them, but at least he could feast his eyes.

Consequently, one sleepless night, Yang Fei was surprised to discover that peeping could indeed cause a nosebleed.

The first one he peeked at was Si Ruoxi.

Yang Fei's timing was impeccable, as soon as he tuned the signal, he saw Si Ruoxi taking a bath.

This former top beauty of Shan Province TV Station had a figure that could rival Lin Xueyi's.

Her fair treasures were constantly swaying before Yang Fei's eyes, keeping him awake all night.

The next day, Yang Fei specifically asked the canteen to make him tonic sugar water eggs.

The next one to be spied on was Chen Ke.

Just when Yang Fei was ready to continue enjoying himself, Xiao Xuanya caught him.

This King of Assassins was well-versed in all sorts of high-tech electronic devices.

How could Yang Fei's tricks escape her notice?

So, on a dark and windy night, Xiao Xuanya quietly entered Yang Fei's room.

The next morning, everyone noticed something different about Yang Fei.

He was sallow and listless, keeping his eyes down, not daring to look any other beauties in the eye.

Xiao Xuanya decisively threw all of Yang Fei's gadgets into the Yangtze River.

Yang Fei watched helplessly, too angry to speak, almost injuring himself internally.

The light and brief days of happiness hadn't even lasted a few days before Yang Fei received a call from Wu Yuanzhong of the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions.

Wu Yuanzhong's voice was extremely serious.

"Yang Fei, I've got news, the suspect known as 'Demon Emperor', Chen Guoli, is very likely not dead."

Yang Fei was both shocked and delighted: "What, has the Hidden Dragon's agent found him?"

Wu Yuanzhong sighed.

"Recently, our Sky Net intercepted a suspicious email coded and sent abroad, the recipient's address is unknown."

"After our technicians deciphered it, the file turned out to be the genetic map in the Demon Emperor's possession."

Yang Fei was both surprised and furious: "That bastard is really determined to betray the country for glory."

"Damn his ancestors, has this guy been found?"

Yang Fei bitterly regretted, had he known this, on that day of the jungle blood battle, he should have stabbed the Demon Emperor's corpse a few more times.

However, amidst the rain of bullets, the situation was critical.

Moreover, Yang Fei never imagined the Demon Emperor, almost shot to pieces, could still survive.

A mistake indeed.

Wu Yuanzhong sighed: "The opponent is very cunning, using a virtual system to set up a fake ID."

"Our agents used all their strength, utilizing the Sky Net satellite positioning system, only then did they roughly locate the email's sending area."

Yang Fei struggled to contain his anger: "So, where exactly is he?"

Wu Yuanzhong seriously said: "The general location is around Sanhai City."

"The opponent is very cunning, we couldn't capture the exact location."

Yang Fei completely understood and leaped up.

"Chief, just give the order, what do you want me to do?"