Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Chapter 572: Beyond Redemption


Yang Fei said, looking at a trash can about ten meters away.

He waved his hand casually.

Steward Liu's body flew over, and with a 'thud,' his head plunged into the trash can.

His two legs stuck out, flailing wildly at the sky.

From inside the trash bin, his muffled screams could be heard.

"Kid, don't you walk away."

"Dare to offend the people of Dragon King Hall, and you'll surely not die a good death!"

Mad Blade laughed heartily.

His figure suddenly sprang into action, like a wild horse breaking free, he charged forward.

Immediately after, Mad Blade stomped on the trash can.

The metal trash can seemed to have encountered a violent explosion of explosives.

With a loud 'boom,' the trash can was kicked flying by Mad Blade.

Along with it, Steward Liu rolled out tumbling.

Damudo stared blankly at this band of out-of-control characters, shivering all over.

"You... Steward Liu is a man of Dragon King Hall, do you no longer wish to live?"

The compact Yi Long wiped his buzz cut and gave a snort from his nose.

"This bastard is really asking for it."

"Our Brother Fei was just teaching him a lesson not to freaking look down on people."

Three Swords, Yan Wuxin, and Qiu Yidao exchanged bitter smiles.

They had followed Golden Buddha to Dragon King Hall before and knew its power.

Hence, Three Swords and the others restrained themselves a lot in their actions.

Three Swords even prepared a check for one million yuan for Steward Liu.

However, Yang Fei and his crew, including those under him, were all like ticking time bombs,

They simply should not be provoked.

Damudo watched the band's lawless and domineering behaviors.

His heart felt both thrilled and frightened.

Damudo liked the boldness of Yang Fei and others, yet he dared not get close to them.

This fellow feared that Dragon King Hall would place the blame on him and implicate himself.

After wrestling with his thoughts for a long time, he suddenly yelled out loud and turned away.

Yang Fei and Mad Blade, these unscrupulous fellows, immediately burst out laughing.

Steward Liu had a hard time pulling himself out of the trash can.

The humiliation and the stench of garbage almost overwhelmed him.

Steward Liu shouted from afar.

"You wait and see, once we're back at Dragon King Hall, none of you will die a good death."

Though he shouted from a distance, he dared not come near.

"What's going on?"

Just then, a faint voice entered everyone's ears, mild and refined.

Everyone turned around.

At the entrance of the building security room, a clean and neat young man gently looked their way.

His forehead's blonde hair sparkled brilliantly.

Ye!

Upon seeing the young man, Steward Liu immediately rushed over as if seeing a savior.

"Young Master Ye, these fellows are out of control, didn't listen to my arrangements and even assaulted people, please take my side."

His expensive Armani suit was drenched with dirty water, his cheeks swollen like a pig's head.

His hair was filled with filthy garbage, reeking unbearably.

Ye looked at Steward Liu indifferently, his gaze exceptionally calm.

When Steward Liu saw his gaze, fixed on a particular spot on his own body, he didn't even blink.

Steward Liu subconsciously looked down.

He then saw the one million yuan check given by Three Swords, stuck to his chest by the dirty water.

The handwriting was blurry, but the amount was still discernible.

Steward Liu's face drastically changed, and he quickly covered the check on his chest with his hand.

Ye sighed.

"This matter, when you return to Dragon God Hall, you go explain it to the Hall of Discipline."

As he spoke, he turned around and glanced at Yang Fei and the others.

"Additionally, these guys are my friends."

Steward Liu looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his incredibly panicked expression suddenly froze.

"Are they... your friends?"

The Divine Shrine Dragon Envoy, who can converse face to face with Lord Dragon King, is an important figure.

In the entire Dragon God Hall, there are only a few such figures.

And Steward Liu had actually offended the friends of the Divine Shrine Dragon Envoy.

For Steward Liu, this was nothing short of a bolt from the blue.

In the eyes of Steward Liu, these provincial Great Owls are all house slaves of the Dragon King Hall.

And someone like Ye, a Dragon Envoy, was the master of Dragon King Hall.

With such a disparity in status, how could they possibly be friends?

Steward Liu was plunged into extreme shock, like a thunderstruck toad.

Ye no longer paid attention to Steward Liu, merely nodding with a light smile at Yang Fei.

"Let's go."

Only when Yang Fei and Ye had walked away did Steward Liu finally snap back to reality.

He chased after Ye, running and calling out as he went.

"Young Master Ye, I'm sorry, I didn't know they were your friends, I'm sorry."

This fellow's expression at the moment was like that of a cringing mutt.

His obsequious manner was nauseating.

Ye sighed and slowly turned around.

"If they weren't my friends, would you have bullied them recklessly, taking advantage of your position?"

A sudden sharp and severe look flashed across his eyes, like a blade's edge.

"Lord Dragon King traditionally respects the virtuous and treats people generously."

"It's all you servants who have spoiled his reputation."

As he spoke, his figure flickered, and a streak of cold light vanished in an instant.

"Ah..."

Steward Liu, more than ten meters away, let out a scream.

One of his ears inexplicably fell off, his cheek streaming with blood.

This not only startled the Three Swords and Xiao Xuanya, but even Yang Fei was taken aback.

With Yang Fei's current discernment, he could not see how Ye had made his move.

The martial arts of the Divine Shrine Dragon Envoy were indeed unfathomable.

Steward Liu lost an ear, yet he desperately kowtowed, clutching his wound.

"Thank you, Young Master Ye, for your mercy, thank you."

"Alas, it's hopeless."

Ye sighed, shook his head, and turned to continue walking.

Only at this moment did everyone truly perceive how terrifying Ye was.

This young man, as clean cut as a college student.

Working as a mere security guard at the Lanting Hotel, diligent and meticulous.

But who could have known he was such an important figure?

At nine o'clock in the evening, at Huangpu Wharf, Pier Twelve.

Yang Fei and his companions followed Ye onto a luxurious cruise ship.

The ship was three-tiered: the first level housed sailors, ship workers, and storage.

The second level was divided into several areas: a lounge, an entertainment zone, and a grand hall.

The lounge consisted of private suites and bedrooms.

The entertainment area featured a bar, a Western restaurant, a cinema, a café, and a gym.

The topmost level was a wide deck, from which one could enjoy the seascape.

Such a luxurious cruise ship was no different from a five-star hotel.

This showed the vast wealth and power of the Dragon King Hall.

Yang Fei and the others' cabins were grouped together.

The Sword Deity shared one room; Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and Yi Long stayed together.

And Xiao Xuanya moved into Yang Fei's room, unspoken but understood.

It wasn't that there were no other rooms.

In fact, the rooms Steward Liu arranged were one per person.

This sycophantic servant knew Yang Fei was Ye's friend and even offered two extra rooms.

Nevertheless, Yang Fei still arranged for everyone to stay together.

The three rooms formed a triangle.

In case of any emergencies, this would allow for quick mutual assistance.

Once everything was arranged, Yang Fei changed his clothes, took Xiao Xuanya by the arm, and went up to the deck.

At that moment, the deck already had a number of people on it.

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