Meng Po's eyes suddenly lit up.

She looked at Fan Yi, her gaze filled with the alluring charm and seductiveness unique to a mature woman.

Yang Fei smiled and shook his head.

"But this one hundred million US dollars is of no use to this handsome guy."

"Look at his clothes, so tattered they are not even worth one hundred yuan."

"This guy rents a dilapidated courtyard and follows me every day for meals. Does money mean anything to him?"

Fan Yi stood quietly on the spot, as if he hadn't heard a word Yang Fei had said.

Yang Fei then pointed to his own nose, with an expression of extreme pride on his face.

"Now, look at me, I am much handsomer than Fan Yi, my net worth is... at least two hundred million US dollars, right?"

"But to me, spending five thousand yuan a month is enough, is money useful to me?"

Meng Po looked at Yang Fei, then at Fan Yi, and chuckled.

She shook her head: "You both are strange people, incomprehensible."

Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin stared blankly at Yang Fei.

It was as if a big bell had rung in their heads.

A clarity and understanding they had never had before was dawning in their hearts.

Following the Golden Buddha, apart from practicing martial arts, they naturally craved money as well.

But as Yang Fei said, is money really that important?

Not only Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin asked themselves this question.

Even the others fell into a silent contemplation.

Master Zhiguan slowly nodded.

"Amitabha, what the benefactor said is truly enlightening, thought-provoking. This old monk has learned something today."

Yang Fei chuckled: "The master is too kind."

"For me, as long as I have enough money to buy an inflatable doll, that's enough. Of course, you monks wouldn't understand the pleasure in that."

Master Zhiguan was curious.

"What is an inflatable doll?"

"If it can captivate a distinguished person like the benefactor, it must certainly be a profound subject."

Mad Blade burst out laughing, and the others also smiled discreetly.

Yang Fei laughed so hard he nearly fell.

"Of course, the inflatable doll contains the wisdom of the transformation of heavenly beings and the reversal of yin and yang."

"Master, we should study it sometime when we are free."

Master Zhiguan, hearing that the study of the inflatable doll was so profound, immediately gave it his solemn respect and was full of wonder.

"In that case, I must discuss this knowledge with the benefactor whenever possible. This old monk is grateful in advance."

Master Zhiguan practiced seclusion in Shaolin Temple.

The number of times he left could probably be counted on one hand.

Therefore, he was not well-versed in worldly affairs, let alone the internet.

He had never heard of anything like an inflatable doll, and now that Yang Fei had mentioned it, he was very interested.

Xue Mingtai could no longer hold back his laughter and left with a smile.

Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin, including the Five Ghost Kings, were touched by Yang Fei's speech.

The crowd looked again at the cabin where the fire was raging fiercely, and they found themselves harboring several new thoughts they had never had before.

Old Master Yun and Head Coach Huo earnestly invited Yang Fei, Xue Mingtai, and others to return to Huaxia with them on the same boat.

Qiu Yidao also conveyed the intention of the Golden Buddha, inviting Yang Fei and others aboard.

The pirate ship still contained a large amount of military weaponry and other prohibited items.

If Yang Fei were to steer this pirate ship, there would be no way to enter Huaxia's territorial waters.

Yang Fei and Xue Mingtai went with the flow and accepted the Golden Buddha's invitation to take the ship home.

Half an hour later, the Golden Buddha's yacht weighed anchor and set sail for Huaxia.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi had set explosives in the pirate ship's lower hold and on the deck.

Once the Golden Buddha's yacht reached a safe distance, Mad Blade set off the explosives.

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of explosions ripped through the pirate ship.

Thick smoke billowed and flames shot into the sky above the sea.

This evil ship, along with the bodies of countless pirates, gradually sank to the sea floor.

At three or four o'clock in the morning, the yacht finally arrived at Pengwan Wharf and docked.

At Jingshui Villa, the convoy to receive Xue Mingtai had been waiting for a long time.

Xue Mingtai had invited Master Zhi Guan, Head Coach Huo, and Old Master Yun to be guests at Jingshui Villa.

He then bid farewell to Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin.

As for the Secretary-General of the National Martial Arts Association, Chang Wen,

he had not shown his face from beginning to end.

Yang Fei, Mad Blade, and Fan Yi also bid their farewells to Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin, as well as to Xue Mingtai.

Master Zhi Guan was eager to learn about the "inflatable doll" from Yang Fei.

The old monk earnestly invited Yang Fei to Jingshui Villa as well.

However, Xiao Xuanya had been captured by the people of Xuan Ying Pavilion, and her master Shou Jingwu and Li Chunniang were nowhere to be found.

Yang Fei was filled with anxious concern.

He declined Master Zhi Guan's invitation and left with Mad Blade and Fan Yi.

On the yacht's deck, Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin watched as the vehicles of Xue Mingtai and Yang Fei's parties departed.

Both of them felt a profound sense of emotion.

Qiu Yidao sighed deeply.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't dare imagine that there could be such a freak like Yang Fei in this world."

"This guy obviously prides himself on being a scoundrel who loves money,"

"Yet his actions today are utterly baffling."

As he spoke, the image of the mountain-like drugs being consumed by ferocious flames reappeared before Qiu Yidao's eyes.

He said regretfully, "Such a mountain of gold, and this guy just burned it without a second thought, it's simply unimaginable."

Yan Wuxin stood silently, looking at the little fishing lights amidst the harbor.

He said indifferently, "This man's way of doing things is definitely not that of the underworld."

"He, along with Fan Yi and Mad Blade, managed to stand against a ship full of pirates."

"This indicates that not only are they martial arts masters, but they are also top-notch weapons experts."

"Such people, to my knowledge, only exist in some elite Special Forces units, I suspect that they..."

At this point, Qiu Yidao suddenly looked up, staring at Yan Wuxin in shock.

"You mean, they are Special Forces?"

Yan Wuxin nodded affirmatively.

"And not just ordinary Special Forces, they are definitely the kind of elite King of Soldiers."

"Perhaps they've already retired, or maybe they're on a secret mission, but regardless, they're not someone we can afford to provoke."

"What should we do then..."

Qiu Yidao's mind was completely thrown into disarray.

Even though he was ignorant, he knew that this matter was of great importance.

Yan Wuxin let out a sigh.

"With Buddha Lord's defeat in the duel, even if we don't acknowledge it,"

"In the short term, there definitely won't be any way to intervene in the matters of the Yannan Underground World."

"I have no idea how badly the Buddha Lord is injured, nor do I know what arrangements he has for Yannan."

At that moment, an overwhelmingly immense aura suddenly descended upon the deck.

The tremendous presence instantly overwhelmed Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin.

"Who..."

Qiu Yidao unsheathed his blade with a start.

Yan Wuxin, with great effort, managed to squeeze out a bellow from his throat.

Both men instinctively retreated, their bodies pressed against the railing.

The scene was as if a mouse had encountered a cat.

Escaping was out of the question, even standing was a challenge.

On the deck, a figure had appeared at some unknown time.

He looked at Qiu Yidao and Yan Wuxin with a cold tone.

"Where is Ma Yihong? Tell him to come see me."

"You are... the Dragon King's Envoy?"

Upon hearing this voice, both Yan Wuxin and Qiu Yidao were shaken to their core.

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