The stalwart man, terrified out of his wits, twisted his waist and contorted his body in desperation, trying to dodge the attack.

However, Yang Fei had long predicted his movement trajectory.

He managed to avoid his throat, a vital area, yet he unfortunately positioned his left heart area directly onto the tip of the blade.

Only then did the stalwart man realize how formidable Yang Fei was.

Not only was the flying knife incredibly accurate, but even the angle and position of his own evasive maneuver had been within Yang Fei's calculations.

Out of sheer helplessness, the stalwart man reached for the dagger.

Thud! The dagger pierced through the back of the man's hand, leaving a bloody scene in his palm.

Without stopping, Yang Fei pounced toward the short man like a leopard.

Caught completely off-guard, the short man had never imagined this.

Even with the Sorcerer Demon King and the Puppet King joining forces, they couldn't subdue Yang Fei.

Now in a panic, he pulled out a dagger and held it against Mi Duo's neck, attempting to take her as a hostage.

With a wave of his hand, Yang Fei

sent a playing card flying; it whistled through the air like a blade unsheathed, stabbing toward the Puppet King.

Thud!

The Puppet King screamed as the playing card pierced his hand, blood spraying in all directions, the dagger dropping to the ground.

Amidst his cries, Yang Fei lunged forward like a starving wolf.

He was wary of the short man's weird psychic attacks and wished to capture him in one fell swoop.

Just at that moment, the short man's mouth opened wide.

He seemed to be screaming loudly, yet bizarrely, there was no sound.

Hum!

An unimaginable shockwave surged towards Yang Fei, overwhelming him.

Yang Fei's head felt as if it had been struck by a giant hammer, immediately causing dizziness and a nausea that made him want to vomit.

Seizing this opportunity, the short man turned and ran.

Despite his short stature, his speed was unbelievably fast.

Like a rat, he scurried to the elevator doors in the blink of an eye.

Inside Yang Fei, Turtle Extreme circulated rapidly.

This allowed his clouded brain to regain clarity.

Seeing the short man and the stalwart one attempting to escape, Yang Fei bellowed, "Don't even think about running."

As he spoke, the soundless subsonic wave of Scale Quake emitted.

With a pained howl, the short man clutched his chest and fell backward to the ground.

The stalwart man grabbed him and dashed into the elevator.

The elevator doors began to close slowly, but Yang Fei had already reached the doors and forcefully pried them open.

Bang! Bang Bang!

At that moment, several people were pushed out of the elevator one after another.

These people, men and women alike, had frenzied eyes and vacant faces.

The first one, a Bulky Lady weighing over two hundred pounds, spread her arms and hugged Yang Fei tight.

The others also charged at Yang Fei, grabbing arms and hugging waists, their enthusiasm overwhelming.

Yang Fei, in a wretched state, knew this group was under the control of the short man's will.

They were ordinary people, so Yang Fei could not use his Dark Force to hurt the innocent.

Nor could he use his Dragon Elephant Strength.

Yang Fei slipped out of the Bulky Lady's embrace like an eel.

Then, shaking off the others, he retreated.

This fierce battle had lasted less than two minutes, yet it was incredibly perilous.

Yang Fei had narrowly avoided the enemy's dagger to his heart.

Even the new shirt tailored for him by Mi Xuan had been cut.

Just thinking about the short man's bizarre psychic attacks and suppression gave Yang Fei heart palpitations.

If it wasn't for the rapid circulation of Turtle Extreme, keeping his mind clear,

he might have lost his life right there.

The cooperation between the two was flawless.

It could be said that even when facing Jingtian Sanyi, Yang Fei had not been so on the defensive.

This time's enemies were among the most terrifying Yang Fei had ever encountered.

Moreover, Yang Fei had a vague premonition that his battle with these two formidable enemies had just begun.

He stared at the jumping numbers of the elevator, lost in thought.

After a long time, Yang Fei finally turned around and sighed.

Mi Xuan hurried over, taking his hand and examining his body.

With a face full of worry, she asked, "How are you, Colonel, are you injured?"

Yang Fei shook his head and flipped his palm over to look at it.

His palm was stained with blood, sporting a deep cut.

It was the wound left from the thrusting Flying Knife that Yang Fei had forcefully grabbed earlier.

This was after Yang Fei had kicked away the rugged man.

Otherwise, with just a pull and a slice, Yang Fei's palm would have been severely cut.

But now, with Yang Fei's strong self-healing ability, the wound would surely close and scab over within forty-eight hours.

However, Mi Xuan, frightened and pale, snatched Yang Fei's palm away.

"Ah, you're injured again."

She shouted anxiously at the doctor who was sprinting over from a distance.

"Doctor, doctor, someone's injured over here."

Mi Duo needed urgent care after fainting, and Yang Fei also had to go to the emergency room to dress his wounds.

In the hallway, several security guards were wrestling in a fray, with two of them being pinned down and viciously beaten on the ground.

"Damn it, you son of a turtle, how dare you beat me up, you're turning the world upside down."

"Captain, I didn't mean to."

"I don't know what happened; suddenly my head wouldn't respond, please forgive me, Captain."

"Pah, I knew you were holding a grudge from last time, you son of a turtle; I won't spare you!"

...

The two guards controlled by the dwarf were being pinned to the ground, scrambling and wailing pitifully.

And in front of the elevator, a bunch of guys who had been fighting with Yang Fei were also arguing noisily.

The Bulky Lady's voice was incredibly shrill.

"You bastard, why are you grabbing me?"

"Do you think your dirty paws are worthy of touching someone with my natural beauty?"

She firmly grasped a man who was as skinny as a monkey.

No matter how much the man struggled, he couldn't break free from her grip, and the noise was unbearable.

Seeing this quarreling bunch, Yang Fei had an idea and casually took out a stack of red banknotes.

He placed the money in his palm and said indifferently, "Stop quarreling."

"Whoever can tell me what just happened, this money is theirs."

The crowd, seeing the thick stack of banknotes, were all astounded.

No one fought any longer; instead, they all crowded around Yang Fei, chattering and jabbering.

"Are you serious?"

"I know, I know, let me answer."

...

Yang Fei glanced at the Bulky Lady and casually pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, handing it to her.

"You tell me."

The Bulky Lady happily took the money and gave Yang Fei a flirty look.

"Who the hell knows? I was just minding my business in the elevator, looking in the mirror."

"Suddenly, my head buzzed and I felt dizzy, and next thing I knew, I was out of the elevator."

"When I came to, this bastard was grabbing me here..."

As she spoke, she pointed to her body, a mix of indignation and pride on her face.

"Boss, how could I let this bastard off the hook?"

"Playing rogue in broad daylight; come on, let's go down to the police station and clear this up."

With that, she again grabbed the front of the Skinny Monkey's shirt and began to drag him downstairs.

The Skinny Monkey started protesting his innocence.

"Sister, I didn't do it on purpose."

"Just like you, my head buzzed, and then I couldn't quite recall what happened."

"By the time my head cleared, it was like this, what could I do?"

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