Yang Fei sneered coldly.

He walked over slowly, his expression gradually turning cold.

"Master Sanjian, you are an expert in martial arts, I know you're not afraid of pain," he said.

"But consider, what if I were to feed you ten times the dose of aphrodisiac right now?"

"And then let you dance naked to the beat of a steel pipe, filming it all to announce publicly, what do you think would happen?"

Zhang Lifang almost burst out laughing when she heard this.

Feeding aphrodisiac and filming nude shots, the nerve of this guy!

"You wouldn't dare!"

Master Sanjian's face changed drastically, and he shouted furiously.

On the police's wanted list, Master Sanjian was an unforgivable murderer.

However, in the underworld, in the mortal world, Master Sanjian was a renowned swordsman.

For such a man, honor and dignity were more important than life.

How could he endure such humiliation?

"Heh, why wouldn't I dare?" Yang Fei sneered again and walked over slowly.

Suddenly, he struck with a Sky Cannon Punch, hitting Master Sanjian under the chin, followed by left and right hooks, straight punches...

Bang, bang, it resounded!

Yang Fei unleashed a series of Turtle Fist moves, all directed squarely at Master Sanjian's face.

Master Sanjian, trapped in the Alloy Soft Net, had his arms and legs tightly bound.

He swung through the air like a dead dog, utterly unable to fight back.

Since Master Sanjian had teamed up with Golden Buddha to dominate the Shan Province Underground World, he had never been subjected to such a brutal beating.

He only felt his vision exploding with stars, his ears buzzing as if thousands of wasps were burrowing into them.

His eyes darkened with bruises, swollen to the point of blurring his vision.

After a round of brutal punches, Yang Fei finally stopped.

He lit a cigarette and said indifferently, "Relax, I just want you to know that a loser must have the consciousness and treatment of a loser."

"In my eyes, you're just a murderer wanted by the General Police Department, don't push your luck."

Master Sanjian spent ten years practicing the sword, and now he had carelessly been captured by Yang Fei.

To now suffer such humiliation, it made his chest nearly burst with rage,

his face swollen and blue, he wobbled his heavy head, his voice fierce.

"Fine, fine, just remember if I don't die, don't blame me for stooping to any level to kill you."

Yang Fei scoffed at him, "Are you being polite to me right now?"

"If I hadn't sensed your murderous intent, I'd probably already be a corpse."

"Tell me, what does Golden Buddha really want? What's his next plan?"

Yang Fei had captured Master Sanjian indeed,

but he still held immense dread towards the mighty Buddha Lord.

Master Sanjian managed a difficult smile, his lips smeared with streaks of blood.

"Buddha Lord will come for you, you won't escape!"

Just then, Yang Fei's Taiyang Acupoint on his left side began to twitch violently.

The skin at his Taiyang Acupoint felt as if it were being pricked by red-hot steel needles.

At the same time, a primal warning roared through his heart.

A feeling of extreme danger made the hairs on the back of Yang Fei's neck stand on end.

Almost instinctively, Yang Fei threw himself towards Zhang Lifang.

And at that very moment Yang Fei lunged.

A bullet shot out from where he had been standing.

Bang!

The bullet shattered a Blue and White Porcelain Vase on the antique cabinet.

Yang Fei, holding onto Zhang Lifang, did not stop.

They tumbled three or four times, with Yang Fei shielding Zhang Lifang behind the sofa.

In the hall, multiple shots rang out as bullets whizzed indiscriminately.

The solid wood sofa was riddled with countless holes.

Pure wool stuffing burst forth, fluttering like snowflakes through the air.

Zhang Lifang was so scared that she screamed and clung tightly to Yang Fei.

Yang Fei stealthily popped his head out and took a quick look outside.

He saw a middle-aged man, his face covered and wearing a duckbill cap.

In his hands was an AN94 automatic rifle, spitting out tongues of flame.

Each bullet seemed to have eyes, targeting the hiding spot of Yang Fei.

However, the angle of Yang Fei's cover was tricky, and it was barely safe.

Next to the sofa, there was a pile of scattered playing cards.

Yang Fei's hand stealthily reached out.

Bang!

The opponent noticed Yang Fei's intent, and a bullet hit the playing cards.

One by one, the cards flew into the air, turning into fluttering pieces of paper.

Nevertheless, one of the cards continued to dance through the air and fell behind the sofa seat.

Yang Fei felt a surge of relief inside.

He reached out his hand, caught the card between his fingers, and with a knife-like flick, whipped it sharply.

Ching!

The card whistled through the air, making a sound like metal striking iron.

With a whoosh, the card flew out through the patio door.

"Ah!"

The card plunged directly into the back of the gunman's hand, deep enough to expose the bone.

The gunman let out a scream as blood gushed out.

In his pain, he swept the automatic rifle inside the villa.

All the furniture and appliances were severely damaged.

Just then, the Alloy Soft Net fell from the sky, and the Three Swords hit the ground as well.

It turned out that the Master Sanjian had been actively using his Dark Force to cut through the alloy steel ropes.

Despite depleting his Essence Qi, he finally managed to sever several of the alloy metal cords and escape from the trap.

"Master Sanjian, quickly get out."

Outside the patio door, the gunman was holding his hand.

His bullets still precisely pinned Yang Fei down so he couldn't raise his head.

The gunman kept shouting as he fired in bursts.

Master Sanjian, a Grandmaster of Martial Arts, was impressively agile despite his injuries.

He crouched slightly and then dashed out of the villa's front door.

The gunman covered for him, firing several more shots.

Then, with a flicker, he followed closely behind Master Sanjian, and the two ran towards the back mountain.

Yang Fei, worried about Zhang Lifang's safety, couldn't pursue them.

He watched helplessly as Master Sanjian and the gunman escaped.

In this battle, Master Sanjian escaped once again.

But Yang Fei managed to capture Master Sanjian momentarily and viciously assaulted him, even injuring the gunman who was assisting Master Sanjian.

This episode of ingenuity, courage, and military prowess had restored eighty percent of Yang Fei's peak strength.

Indeed, the news of this grand battle, if spread to the Underworld, would probably scare numerous Big Rascals senseless.

With Master Sanjian's mastery of Martial Arts, having a sword in hand would chill many a brave man to the bone.

Yet Yang Fei managed to capture him, almost giving him a severe thrashing.

This glorious deed was simply astonishing.

Moreover, Yang Fei was certain that the skilled gunman was also a big shot in the Underworld.

Perhaps, he was the ever-elusive Yan Wuxin.

If that were true, even if Master Sanjian had escaped, Yang Fei felt today's ordeal was incredibly worth it.

In the deep forests of Azure Dragon Mountain, Master Sanjian marched straight ahead.

The gunman walked backward, covering the rear, both men nursing injuries.

The gunman's hand was stained red with blood from the card.

And yet, Master Sanjian, usually majestic, now had a swollen face that was ridiculously funny.

Finally, Master Sanjian stopped, his body weakened, and he slowly sat down.

The gunman rushed over and supported him. "Master Sanjian, how are you?"

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