Pei Yong was not a man of the Underworld, yet he understood the rules of the Underworld.

The fit survive, the strong are revered!

The three groups of masters Pei Yong encountered, Li Shun and Bai Yang, though defeated, should not be underestimated in strength.

And Mad Blade was already able to fight Pei Yong to a draw.

Pei Yong even felt that, if he allowed Mad Blade's momentum to develop, he probably wouldn't be able to beat Mad Blade.

And then there was the third master, Fan Yi, who had severed his finger with a single slash.

So many masters, all were Yang Fei's henchmen.

One can imagine, how terrifying was Yang Fei's strength?

Fan Yi in front, Mad Blade behind, Li Shun and Bai Yang were eagerly watching, their intent predatory.

Surrounded like this, Pei Yong and his people were like birds trying to fly without wings.

After judging the situation, Pei Yong finally let out a resigned sigh.

"I want to see Yang Fei,"

he said, picking up the severed finger from the ground, setting the broken bone, and bandaging it.

Martial Arts Masters have abundant Qi-Blood; a severed finger can grow back.

This minor injury was nothing to Pei Yong.

However, the thunderous strike from Fan Yi's blade had already crushed his will to resist.

Mad Blade said indifferently, "You are not qualified to see Brother Fei. Let Miss Liang go and get out of Yannan City."

Pei Yong shook his head.

"I advise you, it would be best to let me have a talk with Brother Fei."

"You have no idea who you've offended,"

he said coldly, "I admit you are all skilled in Martial Arts, but in modern society, Martial Arts is no longer mainstream."

"No matter how powerful you are, you must follow the rules of this society's game."

Mad Blade snorted derisively.

"I don't want to hear your bullshit, get lost,"

he said, "If you have any tricks up your sleeve, just try them, and see if I'm afraid."

Just then, a lazy voice came from outside the passage.

"Let Miss Liang go, and I'll talk to you."

Following the voice, Yang Fei appeared in front of everyone, clad in a camouflage suit, ambling along nonchalantly.

Upon his arrival, Mad Blade, Fan Yi, Li Shun, Bai Yang, and the others all gave him a fist salute, a sign of respect.

This was the etiquette of the Mortal World, which even Mad Blade and Fan Yi had to adhere to.

Pei Yong watched Yang Fei in astonishment.

He could not detect any fluctuations of Qi-Blood in Yang Fei's body.

Yet he possessed an inherent commanding presence that demanded respect.

"The Great Dao is formless; those who merge their will with heaven and earth are divine..."

For some reason, Pei Yong was reminded of a line from the Fist Scripture.

He could hardly believe his own judgment and eyes.

Could this guy possibly be a Great Grandmaster of Core Formation to Divine Communication?

Core Formation to Divine Communication represented the dream realm for every Martial Artist and the highest realm Pei Yong aspired to.

But until now, he was merely at the Converting Energy Heavenly Grade.

A cigarette dangled from Yang Fei's mouth, and his eyes first swept over Liang Jiayi with concern before settling on Pei Yong.

Pei Yong, feeling the chill in his gaze, took a step back, waving his hand.

The female bodyguard let go of Liang Jiayi, who then rushed to Yang Fei, her eyes red with emotion.

She said in a soft voice, "These people were sent by my mother."

"They want to take me away from Yannan by force."

As she spoke, Liang Jiayi was on the verge of tears.

"If only my brother were here, everyone is afraid of my mother, but my brother isn't."

Yang Fei had never inquired about Liang Jiayi's family situation.

However, from the last time at Jingshui Villa, he had sensed that Liang Jiayi's background was probably much more significant than he had imagined.

And now, it was proven once again.

These days, driving a luxury car and living in a villa could only prove wealth.

But the one who could make a highly skilled master with Strength Transformation obedient was extraordinary.

This indicates that not only is the Liang family wealthy, but their background is also extremely terrifying.

Yang Fei gently patted Liang Jiayi's shoulder.

"Don't worry, with me here, no one can force you to do anything you don't want to do."

Liang Jiayi nodded, snuggling up behind Yang Fei like a little kitten.

Pei Yong looked at Yang Fei indifferently.

Although Yang Fei's imposing manner startled him,

Pei Yong had his own reliance and did not necessarily fear Yang Fei.

"I advise you not to get involved in the Liang family's affairs. Their power and influence are absolutely beyond what you can contend with."

Pei Yong's face was fearless, neither humble nor arrogant, and his manner carried the oppressive air of a person in a position of authority.

Yang Fei couldn't be bothered to say much and waved his hand dismissively.

"For Jiayi's sake, I will let you off this time."

"But if there's a next time, don't blame me for breaking your legs."

He looked coldly at Pei Yong.

"Also, don't talk to me about any background or power."

"Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he'd have to ask my fists first. Don't say later that I bullied you."

Yang Fei's arrogance, domineering vibe, and strong self-confidence made Pei Yong take another look at him.

However, in Pei Yong's opinion, Yang Fei's confidence and arrogance were nothing but ignorance.

Was a frog from the bottom of a well, just because it could jump a bit higher and was a bit stronger, thinking it owned the whole starry sky?

Pei Yong sighed.

"I originally planned to quietly take the young lady away; you forced my hand."

Speaking, he took a button-shaped earpiece from his collar and said softly.

"Fang Jun, move out."

With his words, the wooden walls outside the bar were suddenly torn down.

Over thirty big men poured into the bar.

All of these men were in camouflage suits, buzz cuts, swing sticks, and daggers tucked into their lower legs.

Every move they made exhibited the ferociousness of a leopard.

The Cloud Bar wasn't especially narrow to begin with.

But with so many people charging in, all the gaps were instantly blocked.

And Yang Fei, Mad Blade, and the others became isolated islands with no help in sight.

A man, nearly one meter ninety tall, stepped forward from the crowd.

He approached Pei Yong and saluted him.

"Brother Yong, we've arrived."

Pei Yong nodded and looked at Yang Fei with cold eyes.

"Let me introduce Fang Jun from the Northern Military Shield Security Company; you two should get to know each other."

Fang Jun strode towards Yang Fei, a smug smile on his face.

"Tiger Roar Yang Fei, the boss of Changfeng Security Company, a big shot in the underworld, I've been wanting to meet Brother Fei for a long time."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to Yang Fei.

Yang Fei also had heard about the famed Military Shield Security Company.

Military Shield Security Company was one of the top veteran security companies in the country, reputed to have many experts.

The Military Shield Security Company undertook security work for several major banks, including covert operations such as cash transport.

In terms of scale and business, they were not something Changfeng Security Company could compare with at present.

Yang Fei lazily extended his hand.

"Mr. Fang Jun, right? Where is your chief instructor Nangong Ling?"

Fang Jun laughed, "This job is only worth two million. How could we trouble our instructor with that?"

His disdain was evident in his words.

Meanwhile, Yang Fei's hand had already been gripped by this man.

Suddenly, Fang Jun's large hand, like a mechanical claw made of iron, squeezed Yang Fei's palm vigorously.

Yang Fei smiled lightly, letting Fang Jun exert his strength, and his expression remained as serene as the calm sky.

"A word of friendly advice for you - if you're going to cause trouble here, you'd better inform Nangong first."

"I'm afraid you'll have trouble explaining when you get back."

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