Yang Fei stepped out of the elevator, letting out a bitter smile of helplessness.

Damn, being a gentleman is a truly uncomfortable feeling.

A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, a rogue remains a rogue wherever they go.

Yang Fei isn't some saint, he reacts to the advances of beautiful women just like anyone.

But then what?

Hu Xinger's enchanting body hides a vulgar, opportunistic soul.

If he wanted a woman like that, even Yang Fei would look down on himself.

Of course, if it were Mad Blade, he wouldn't hesitate before jumping in.

But if angered, he'd slap her with the same fury, a ruthless hand destroying the flower.

This is the difference between Yang Fei and Mad Blade.

Yang Fei may not be a gentleman, but he always maintains a gentlemanly demeanor towards women.

Yang Fei's head began to ache again.

His habits and character seemed to be shaped by some influence from someone.

Yang Fei could be sure this person was particularly important in his life.

But who was this person?

"Come, I am waiting for you."

Unconsciously, the image of that authoritative middle-aged man surfaced in Yang Fei's mind again.

He seemed to stand atop the clouds, inviting Yang Fei.

"Could it be him..."

Yang Fei stopped walking, shook his head after a while, and left with a sigh.

Yang Fei returned to Longyuan Villa.

As soon as he opened the door, Tibetan Mastiff Chunzi leaped at him, joyfully playing around with Yang Fei.

Yang Fei glanced at the courtyard, where Zhang Lifang's BMW Mini was parked, and felt a surge of happiness.

After dealing with Hu Xinger's antics, the fire inside him burned even stronger.

Yang Fei calmed Chunzi, then snuck into the villa, quietly opening the door and sneaking inside.

Suddenly, Yang Fei felt a wave of murderous intent, like a giant sea wave, crashing down towards him.

His hairs stood on end, like a frog being stared down by a venomous snake.

In the living room, an elder dressed in a black Zhongshan suit and square-mouthed cloth shoes was silently watching him.

The wrinkles on the elder's face were many and dense, his hair somewhat grayed.

Yet Yang Fei recognized him immediately—a life-and-death adversary.

Sword Emperor Miao Yifeng!

His expression was serene, calm as light gold, without joy or sorrow, simply gazing at Yang Fei as if he had anticipated Yang Fei's return.

The Four Extremes within Yang Fei operated at their maximum.

The Essence Qi above his head surged to the ceiling, his whole body erupting in overwhelming bloodlust.

Yang Fei's arm injury had not healed, limiting his cultivation to half its capacity.

However, Sword Emperor was heavily injured and was not much better off.

A full-on fight might not guarantee Sword Emperor an advantage.

Sword Emperor smiled faintly, "I've been waiting for you, you've finally returned."

Yang Fei was intrigued, "What's up?"

Sword Emperor nodded and slowly sat on the sofa.

Yang Fei maintained his vigilant stance, slowly walking over.

He sat about three meters away from Sword Emperor.

Yang Fei suddenly thought of Zhang Lifang, "Where's my woman?"

Sword Emperor smiled slightly, gesturing towards the kitchen.

From the kitchen, Zhang Lifang's voice could be heard.

"The noodles are ready, Mr. Miao, please come eat."

Sword Emperor nodded at Yang Fei, his smile bitter.

"The Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions' relentless pursuit has left me without a proper meal for days."

The Martial Arts Realm at Sword Emperor's level had little dietary needs.

His organs functioned powerfully, absorbing the essence and energy from food completely.

Yet, this doesn't mean Gan Strength Super God martial artists can forego eating.

They still have mortal flesh, unable to live without food.

Yang Fei nodded, maintaining his composure, gesturing, "Please."

Zhang Lifang brought out a large bowl of braised beef noodles from the kitchen.

Upon seeing Yang Fei, she was immediately overjoyed.

"Brother Fei, you've finally returned, your friend Mr. Miao has been waiting for you for a long time."

She rushed over, embracing Yang Fei without hesitation.

Yang Fei gently hugged her back, kissing her forehead and whispering a reminder.

"I have some matters to discuss with Mr. Miao, go upstairs to your room."

"No matter what sounds you hear, don't come downstairs."

Zhang Lifang looked at Yang Fei in surprise.

"But isn't Mr. Miao your friend? You guys…"

Yang Fei's warning gaze made Zhang Lifang sense trouble and obediently went upstairs.

Clearly, Sword Emperor was very hungry.

However, even while eating noodles, he remained restrained, quite refined.

He seemed like a gentleman dining at a top-tier Western restaurant.

Yang Fei sat down, about ten meters away from him.

"Aren't you afraid my woman might poison you?"

Sword Emperor replied, "You wouldn't."

Yang Fei was taken aback.

Sword Emperor, with his simple words, showed a deep understanding and familiarity with Yang Fei.

In tasks affecting national interests, Yang Fei wouldn't hesitate to resort to poisoning, sniping, or explosives.

However, even though Sword Emperor is Yang Fei's opponent, they each serve their own masters.

Yang Fei indeed disdained poisoning.

Sword Emperor paused mid-bite, "Got any wine?"

Yang Fei nodded, personally serving Sword Emperor a good wine—the Dharma Wine gifted by Xiao Xuanya.

Sword Emperor took a deep breath, overwhelmed by the wine's aroma, and sighed, "Good wine."

He raised his neck and drank more than half in one gulp, silently watching Yang Fei.

"Don't you want to know why I'm looking for you?"

Yang Fei was fully relaxed, lightly cupping his hands towards Sword Emperor.

"Listening intently."

Sword Emperor sighed gently, his face tinged with worry.

"I'm not here for vengeance, but because of the Professor."

Yang Fei knew Sword Emperor and Demon Emperor were like-minded friends for decades.

He was shocked, "What happened to Demon Emperor?"

Sword Emperor's eyes showed a trace of sorrow.

"The Professor has gone mad."

Yang Fei was baffled, "What, how did he go mad?"

Sword Emperor sighed, "Remember the genetic map incident?"

Yang Fei's eyes filled with resentment.

"Of course I do, leaking Huaxia people's genetic map is an unpardonable crime."

Sword Emperor shook his head, "I originally didn't agree with the Professor's approach either."

"But the Professor's ideas differ greatly from ours."

"He speaks of world unity, claiming the petty fights between Sang Country and Huaxia are meaningless."

"Only researching ways to evolve humans, harnessing greater power can save humanity."

"For his research, he needed funding, forcing him to trade with Sang Country against his will."

Yang Fei shook his head in disgust.

"I'm not fond of moralizing others, but Demon Emperor's actions have forsaken his country and people."

"His crimes are grave; every conscientious Huaxia individual will not forgive him."

Sword Emperor sighed, seemingly resigned.

"I'm here this time to ask a favor for Demon Emperor."

"He's already insane; his sins should be forgiven."

"I hope I can send him abroad to the top psychiatric hospital in America for treatment."

"If responsibility must be borne for his crimes, I'll surrender myself, letting the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions deal with me."

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