Inside the hotel, Yang Fei suddenly shivered violently.
The Turtle Extreme inside him issued a faint warning.
The Turtle Extreme's warnings had never failed.
Every warning always meant that a new crisis was imminent.
"Could the problem be with Hart Shaman?"
Yang Fei took a deep breath, his thoughts swirling, filled with suspicion and uncertainty.
At eight in the evening, the twilight disappeared, and dusk fell.
From the bar across the hotel, colorful lights beamed out, casting a bewitching allure in the night.
The name of this small bar was quite interesting; it was called Kuaihuotian.
In this tumultuous place, the business at Kuaihuotian was always bustling.
It wasn't because the alcohol here was good, nor was the service particularly attentive, but because there were women here.
Drugs, firearms, and women had always been the three main pillars supporting the underground economy.
Thus, Hart Shaman not only trafficked drugs and firearms but also engaged in human trafficking.
In a hellhole like Yasako.
Bounty hunters and mercenaries, fighting on the edge of life and death every day, could find comfort and release under the bellies of the women at Kuaihuotian.
This was a great pleasure in life, and for many, it was the purpose of living.
The women at Kuaihuotian came from all over the world.
There were petite Asian beauties, fair and gorgeous Russian beauties, long-legged blonde women from across the ocean, and even the same ***.
Strong liquor combined with sex made Kuaihuotian the most famous money furnace in the whole Asako Chaotic Region.
Many Jianghu Rascals splurged the money they had risked their lives for, throwing it liberally on the beauties.
And a large portion of this money ended up in Hart Shaman's pockets.
Yang Fei used a DNA polymer facial transformation mask to disguise himself as a man in his forties.
He had a bushy Zhang Fei-style beard, and his leg was limping as if he had been shot.
There were dozens, if not hundreds, of men like him coming to Kuaihuotian for pleasure.
With Yang Fei's facial transformation technique, even the closest acquaintances wouldn't recognize him.
To avoid the target being detected, Yang Fei didn't let anyone else enter the bar.
He had Mad Blade lead the Changfeng Squad to ambush near the bar.
At the same time, Yang Fei handed his Barrett to Fan Yi.
Although Fan Yi wasn't the King Sniper, he was still a top-notch sniper.
With him holding the Barrett and occupying the high ground, the pressure on Yang Fei facing the Sword Emperor or Demon Emperor would be much less.
After making all the arrangements, Yang Fei deliberately took a long detour around Yasako City before entering Kuaihuotian.
He ordered a glass of whiskey and waited quietly in a secluded corner for his enemy to appear.
The Turtle Extreme inside him issued a deep warning, and Yang Fei became extra vigilant.
He only carried one signature weapon, a knife, and a large-caliber Desert Eagle.
Coming to a place like this, you couldn't bring more weapons.
Otherwise, it would attract suspicion.
Gradually, the bar filled up with more and more guests.
At the same time, many garishly dressed women started appearing in the bar.
Almost all the guests carried a Jianghu air with them.
These people looked fierce, with guns at their waists and knives strapped to their legs.
Kuaihuotian had three floors in total.
The first floor was mainly for those who didn't want to find women but just wanted to drink or wait for someone.
The second floor had a dance floor and many pigeonhole-like small rooms for guests too lazy to book a room.
The third floor was for VIP rooms, with better conditions but shockingly high prices.
This catered to some wealthy men who wanted to take the beauties upstairs for their business.
Yang Fei couldn't help but sigh.
The women industry here was too blatant and utterly rotten.
The conditions were worse than the lowest-class bathhouses in the country by several levels.
At this very moment, in a jail in a southern province of the country.
An elderly man with fair skin and refined demeanor was pacing slowly in a solitary cell.
Behind him, another elderly man sat upright on the bunk bed, silent.
These two were none other than Demon Emperor Professor Chen and Sword Emperor Miao Yifeng.
Yang Fei wouldn't have guessed.
The Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions were fully mobilized to capture these two super fugitives, but they hid in the jail.
It was clear that Demon Emperor was doing quite well here.
There were two pots of orchids on the windowsill, and by the side of the bunk bed was a bookshelf with several books on philosophical studies.
Demon Emperor was skillfully brewing a pot of Tea Da Hong Pao, using fine Jingdezhen porcelain, placed on a small redwood table.
The steaming hot water flowed silently into the purple clay pot in his hands as if it had a spirituality of its own.
A faint tea fragrance lingered in the air.
He handed a freshly brewed cup of tea to Miao Yifeng.
"Brother Yifeng, taste my tea. Has it changed?"
Miao Yifeng took a gentle sip, letting the tea's aroma disperse on his tongue.
Professor Cheng watched Miao Yifeng closely, concerned: "How does it taste?"
After a long while, he nodded and commented lightly.
"Your mind is as clear as a mirror, very steady."
Professor Cheng asked about the tea, but Miao Yifeng answered about the state of mind.
Yet Professor Cheng understood Miao Yifeng's meaning and smiled with satisfaction.
Professor Cheng seemed in a good mood, gently singing.
"Today the baton is in hand, when will it bind the Black Dragon? Yang Fei must have already entered Kuaihuotian, right?"
Miao Yifeng nodded slowly.
"According to the time calculations, he has indeed entered Kuaihuotian."
"I wonder if our buyer will show up?"
Professor Cheng chuckled and answered with certainty.
"Regardless of whether our buyer shows up or not, Yang Fei is doomed this time."
"He wouldn't know who he is facing at all."
The Sword Emperor's eyes gleamed with a blade's sharpness.
"My senior brother has been out of worldly affairs for a long time."
"Whether Yang Fei knows him or not makes no difference."
Professor Cheng looked at him deeply.
"Actually, I would like to know who is the first between the Sword Emperor and the Sword Emperor."
The Sword Emperor smiled and turned his head.
"That answer, I never want to know."
Professor Chen smiled and poured him another cup of tea.
"But your senior brother doesn't think so."
"He is willing to come out and work for us because, after completing the task, he can compete with you."
The Sword Emperor sighed.
"If it wasn't absolutely necessary, I wouldn't have agreed to my senior brother's condition. His sword..."
At this point, the Sword Emperor murmured.
"I bind Qi with a knife, while he binds Qi with a sword. His sword is definitely not weaker than my knife."
Demon Emperor's expression became very solemn.
"As long as he kills Yang Fei for you this time, I would be willing to witness your duel."
"One blade, one sword, a fight to the death. Wouldn't it be great?"
The Sword Emperor nodded, resolutely saying.
"If it really comes to that, I have no way to avoid it."
While the Sword Emperor and Demon Emperor were discussing Yang Fei.
Yang Fei encountered a strange woman at Kuaihuotian.
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