Zhang Lifang and Lin Xueyi were not slow to react. Upon hearing Yang Fei's shout, they immediately realized the danger of the man in front of them.

Moreover, the assassin was holding a gleaming dagger in his hand.

In a state of panic, Zhang Lifang's legs gave way, and she surprisingly rolled down the stairs.

Lin Xueyi reached out to help her, but not only did she fail to catch her, but she also fell down herself.

The two women instantly turned into tumbling gourds.

Fortunately, this incident increased their distance from the assassin.

The assassin made his escape, wary of Yang Fei chasing after him, so he didn't bother pursuing Lin Xueyi and Zhang Lifang.

His figure almost turned into an afterimage as he dashed out of the hotel's main entrance.

Just then, a towering figure blocked the hotel entrance.

Someone chuckled coldly, "This way is closed, why don't you stay a while?"

The assassin roared, and the dagger in his hand turned into a streak of silver light, aiming for the throat of the figure.

The man grunted, stepped to the left, and with a Bow Stance Straight Punch, struck toward the assassin's abdomen.

His punch was plain and nothing special, just a simple move from military boxing.

But as soon as the man threw his punch, there was a loud 'bang' in the air, as if a large firecracker had been lit.

It was a powerfully fierce punch, the sound was made by the air bursting under pressure.

The assassin hadn't expected such a ferocious move.

But now he couldn't retreat, so he tried to block the punch with his hands.

Bang!

An immense force shattered the bones in both of the assassin's wrists.

At the same time, the man's iron fist drove straight into the assassin's abdomen.

The assassin's figure, like a broken kite, was thrown backward.

His feet were lifted entirely off the ground, and he curled up like a shrimp.

In mid-air, he was already spewing blood violently.

Bang!

Another muffled crash followed as the assassin's body heavily slammed onto the marble floor.

The floor cracked and the ground sank deeply, forming a crater.

The assassin's spine was forcibly broken, and he lay on the ground like a dead dog.

His eyes rolled backward, and his throat rattled, severely injured by the man's punch.

The man snorted contemptuously and slowly withdrew his fist.

The man was tall and burly, immensely stout, standing at about 1.85 meters.

He wore a camouflage suit, and beneath the army green T-shirt, his muscles bulged like iron. With his legs apart, he stood at the entrance of the hall.

Although alone, he had the presence of a one-man pass, utterly insurmountable, truly awe-inspiring, and daunting to behold.

The man strode forward and placed his foot on the assassin's chest.

"Who sent you to cause trouble at the Lanting Hotel? Speak up, and I'll give you a quick end."

The assassin looked at the man in terror.

Suddenly, his face swiftly turned a gray-black color, then his head tilted, and black blood dribbled from his mouth.

The man was slightly taken aback, grabbed the assassin's mouth, and forced it open; it turned out the assassin had a poison sac in his mouth. He had bitten through the poison sac, and it was too late to save him.

Zhang Lifang and Lin Xueyi clumsily climbed up from the ground. Looking at the corpse in the hall, their hearts couldn't help but pound fiercely.

Zhang Lifang's gaze fell on the man's face at the entrance, and she suddenly cried out, "Big brother, you're back?"

The man at the door took one good look at Zhang Lifang and was instantly overjoyed.

He walked over, stretched out his large hand, and pulled Zhang Lifang up, "Sis, I finally found you."

As he spoke, he suddenly lifted Zhang Lifang high up onto his shoulder and spun her around several times.

Zhang Lifang kept screaming, "Bro, put me down, I am already so grown up, yet you still mess around."

The man grinned and set Zhang Lifang down, casually messing up her hair with one hand, "No matter if you grow a hundred years older, I'll still be your bro."

After he said that, his expression suddenly turned stern, and his eyes fixed on the floor above.

"Little Bird Yang, I know you're up there, come down now," he called out.

"Damn it, Mad Blade, haven't punched you lately, have your nuts been itching?"

Yang Fei swore from upstairs, "Damned fussy pen that won't blossom, you're just jealous of my well-developed, big balls and bird, always ready to slander and fabricate lies at the sight of me."

"Let me tell you, I'm called Yang Daniao… no, Yang Juniao."

Mad Blade threw his head back in laughter, scoffing at Yang Fei, "Haha, that's hilarious, how can that little worm of yours dare to claim to be a 'huge bird'?"

"Do you dare to take off your pants and compare with me?"

"Let's compare then, like I'm scared of you? But let's agree on something first, whoever loses has to walk around this street naked, bare-butt, how about that?"

Yang Fei kept cursing as he came downstairs, unfastening his belt as he walked.

Meanwhile, Mad Blade had already removed his belt and was bending over to take off his pants.

Lin Xueyi and Zhang Lifang stood by, watching the two shameless guys fighting over who's bigger or smaller, nearly losing their minds.

Yang Fei was monstrous enough, but who knew Mad Blade would be even more shameless.

"Bro, can you not make a scene? This is so embarrassing," said Zhang Lifang.

"Yang Fei, if you dare take off your pants, see how I deal with you."

...

The two women both yelled out.

Zhang Lifang, her face red, rushed in front of Mad Blade and desperately grabbed at his pants.

Lin Xueyi grabbed Yang Fei by the ear, twisting it hard, her cheeks flushed red.

Mad Blade glanced helplessly at his sister and sighed, "Little Bird Yang, you lucky bastard, just avoided a disaster, otherwise, I would have made you do an exhibition on the street."

Yang Fei's ear hurt bad, he couldn't help but inhale sharply through his teeth.

Yet he refused to admit defeat and snorted, "You're speaking too soon, as far as I know, guys with big builds often inversely correlate in bird size."

He winked and smirked at Mad Blade, "All the meat went elsewhere, you know?"

"Bastard, what are you blabbering about?"

Mad Blade, furious, fastened his belt, and clenched his fists as big as pots, a violent, murderous aura swirling about him.

Yang Fei snorted disdainfully, "Every time we fight, you get beat up like a dog. This time, do you want me to squeeze out your yolk too?"

Mad Blade involuntarily looked at a certain spot on himself, visibly shivering, a mix of rage and dread.

"If you have the guts, then don't use that damn Great Sage Stealing Peaches?"

"Haha, when it comes to women, I always use Dragon Claw Hand, but for men, of course, it has to be Great Sage Stealing Peaches."

Yang Fei laughed wickedly, slowly stretching out his hand, shaping it into a monkey's paw.

His fingers also clicked and snapped a couple of times, the sinister smile in his eyes growing more apparent.

"You…"

Mad Blade shivered, just about to say something, but then he seemed to see something unbelievable, his mouth gaping open into an 'O' shape.

"Your Martial Arts Realm, how could it have fallen so much..."

"Heh, just some trifling Earth-Grade Mingjin, still want to try Great Sage Stealing Peaches?"

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