Yang Fei's face was as still as water as he lit a cigarette; no one dared to speak to him.

Yang Fei made a phone call to Mad Blade.

But the bastard's phone was turned off.

This guy must be happily frolicking with a beauty at the moment.

Yang Fei didn't blame Mad Blade.

Who could have imagined that the White Dragon Envoy, seriously wounded, would seek revenge in Yannan within just a few short days?

Yang Fei stared at the "Operation in Progress" sign on the door of the operating room.

His heart and internal organs felt as if they were being fried in boiling oil.

Every minute was a tremendous ordeal for him.

Yang Fei tried calling Mad Blade again, only to find that the phone was still off.

Looking outside at the bright lights of the city around the hospital building.

A feeling of bad omen inexplicably surged in Yang Fei's heart.

"Mad Blade, you little rascal, if you're nestled in the arms of love, then you'd better not come out."

In his heart, Yang Fei silently prayed.

Mad Blade had made a date with Dong Jiali, and the two of them got a room together—romantic and affectionate, totally wrapped up in each other.

Mad Blade had a peculiar taste in women.

He didn't care much for naive young girls but rather fancied mature women like Dong Jiali, who were as fierce as wolves and tigers.

The reason was simple: Mad Blade really didn't want to bother with the hassle of grooming little girls.

What he preferred were women like Dong Jiali, ripe to the point that they sizzled with juiciness at the slightest touch.

In Yang Fei's words, this guy was an utter beast.

As far as Mad Blade was concerned,

All that bullshit about love was nothing but fanciful nonsense spewed by impoverished writers and third-rate braindead TV dramas, a ridiculous farce designed to deceive children.

The relationship between a man and a woman, when it comes down to it, is about just one thing.

Bang!

The rough and direct Mad Blade had lived a carefree and comfortable life for twenty-eight years.

And for Dong Jiali,

A man like Mad Blade was precisely the kind of man she dreamed of.

After the deed, Mad Blade got out of bed, dressed, and found his cigarettes.

A cigarette after the act, better than a living immortal.

Mad Blade lit the cigarette and took a deep drag.

The glowing red ember of his cigarette, under the faint glow of a streetlamp, was especially vivid.

The rough face of Mad Blade, the glowing ember of his cigarette, both were reflected in the glass window of the hotel.

In the glass window, there was a blurred beauty, like something out of an impressionist painting.

It was at that moment that Mad Blade suddenly noticed.

In the glass's blurry reflection, a palm was slowly moving toward his back.

Behind that palm, a pair of yellowish-brown pupils glinted ominously with murderous intent under the night light.

Ambush!

Mad Blade's body shivered, and his body hair stood on end.

In his lifetime, Mad Blade had faced many strong and vicious enemies.

But never an enemy who could silently sneak within half a meter of him without his notice.

He was like a silent, deadly rattlesnake!

Mad Blade used all his energy as if he were a cannonball being shot from its barrel, smashing into the window glass.

Crash!

The glass shattered, and Mad Blade's figure broke through the window, flying straight out.

In mid-air, he strangely felt an unnoticeable force field binding his body.

The momentum of Mad Blade's fall even paused for a second.

Just then, the assailant behind him struck with the force of thunder, aiming for Mad Blade's back.

Mad Blade, with a reverse grab, took a flower pot planted with evergreen from the windowsill to shield his back.

Bang!

A strange sound erupted as the flowerpot Mad Blade had blocked behind him, along with the Evergreen plant, were shattered into pieces by the opponent's mighty and ferocious Dark Force.

Mad Blade let out a loud cry, his body flying out like a kite with its string cut.

Luckily, he was only on the third floor.

Having undergone rigorous Special Forces training, Mad Blade rolled several times upon landing, dissipating the force of the impact.

However, as Mad Blade stood up, he still spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

Although the flowerpot had blocked most of the opponent's Dark Force,

Mad Blade's internal organs were still injured from the shock.

On the windowsill of the third floor, a tall figure leapt down.

Upon landing, he did several somersaults to neutralize the momentum of the fall.

Then, the man shot toward Mad Blade like an arrow.

Mad Blade saw very clearly.

The man had a neck as thick as a bull's and hawk-like amber pupils.

He was none other than Yang Fei's archenemy, the White Dragon Envoy.

Just at that moment, a taxi sped past.

Mad Blade threw himself at it, breaking through the car's window.

His burly body crashed into the taxi like a tumbling embroidered ball.

The taxi driver was startled.

Mad Blade grabbed his throat in one swift motion.

"Drive at full speed, or I'll kill you."

The taxi driver could feel it.

Mad Blade's palms were strong and resilient, concealing a power of destruction.

The driver glanced back and saw the big man, fierce and terrifying, his face covered in blood.

He nearly wet himself from fear, daring not to disobey.

Right away, the driver floored the accelerator, and the car shot forward like a mad beast.

Behind the taxi, the White Dragon Envoy sprinted at top speed, chasing after it like a galloping horse.

This master of Core Formation to Divine Communication moved unbelievably fast.

The White Dragon Envoy relentlessly pursued and within dozens of seconds, had significantly closed the gap with the taxi.

Mad Blade looked back and cursed.

"Did your damn driving instructor teach you nothing? I'm telling you, the guy behind us kills without blinking."

"If he catches up, not only am I done for, but you'll be silenced too."

The taxi driver saw in the rearview mirror and was scared out of his wits.

The taxi was approaching a hundred miles per hour, yet it still couldn't shake off the man behind them?

What the hell kind of monster was this?

In his terror, the driver pushed the accelerator to the floor.

The taxi's engine roared massively, and its speed surged instantly.

At this moment, the driver disregarded all traffic lights, focusing solely on his desperate escape.

Fortunately, the night was sparse with people and cars, and this avenue required no turns.

After a minute or two of this frantic driving, the White Dragon Envoy finally ran out of breath.

His speed slowed down.

The taxi sped off into the distance.

The White Dragon Envoy stopped, breathing slightly, his expression fluctuating.

After a while, an extremely ostentatious and grating voice reached his ears.

"Old White, you couldn't even assassinate a nobody, and he got away. How are you going to face Lord Dragon King now?"

The White Dragon Envoy's face was dark as water, as he turned around.

He saw a young man in a Tailcoat standing on top of a bus, looking down from above.

The man fearlessly mocked the White Dragon Envoy.

Above the young man in the Tailcoat was the vast Vault of Heaven.

The new moon hung like a hook in the sky, as if it were right above the young man's head.

This added a layer of profound and mysterious aura to his entire being.

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