Yang Fei sighed as he spoke.

"To take joy in nothing external, to grieve over nothing personal, it's not easy."

Liu Chan's spirit lifted.

"Big Brother Yang, I also want to be unwavering. I will never change my original intention."

The two smiled at each other, feeling a kindred spirit and mutual understanding.

After Yang Fei sent Liu Chan home, he returned to Longyuan Villa.

He had just stepped into the estate.

Chunzi immediately broke free from the chain and eagerly rushed over.

This Tibetan Mastiff's powerful pounce was not to be underestimated.

But Yang Fei confidently accepted it, letting its two strong legs rest on his shoulders.

Chunzi extended its tongue, affectionately licking Yang Fei's collar and neck.

Yang Fei patted its head, forming a deep bond with the dog.

Zhang Lifang stood gracefully behind Yang Fei, dressed in a black lace long dress.

Her eyes were filled with an indescribable gentleness.

"Brother Fei is back?"

Zhang Lifang's eyes sparkled with the glow of Yang Fei's affection.

She was as beautiful as a blooming flower, exuding a charming mature aura.

Yang Fei felt a stir in his heart.

Zhang Lifang immediately sensed the heat in Yang Fei's gaze and smiled lightly.

She said nothing, giving Yang Fei a coquettish glance before twisting her graceful body to enter the villa.

Yang Fei's heart pounded.

Zhang Lifang's eyes held an alluring charm that no man could refuse, full of deep meaning.

Inside the villa, it was silent.

Lin Xueyi had gone to the Lanting Hotel construction site.

Su Yinxue was working overtime at the company and had not yet returned.

Yang Fei quietly went to the second floor, standing at Zhang Lifang's door.

Inside, he heard the sound of water flowing and smelled the fragrance of shower gel.

Yang Fei knew Zhang Lifang was taking a bath.

He sneakily pushed open the door and then the bathroom door.

Amidst the rising steam, Zhang Lifang wore only a robe as thin as a cicada's wings.

She looked at Yang Fei charmingly, her eyes filled with springtime warmth.

Under Yang Fei's gaze.

Zhang Lifang stood there, neither worried nor afraid, like a blooming udumbara flower.

Yang Fei's breathing became heavy; he quickly undressed and rushed into the bathroom.

Zhang Lifang was roughly pressed against the sink by Yang Fei.

Her waist and hips formed an alluring, blood-stirring curve.

Amidst the splashing water, Yang Fei's long-suppressed fire ignited completely.

In Zhang Lifang's happy yet painful moans, Yang Fei began his fierce attack.

An hour later.

Zhang Lifang's body lay limp on the bed.

She had lost all ladylike demeanor, curled up in a ball.

After almost an hour of intense stimulation.

Zhang Lifang's mind had turned blank, losing the ability to think.

After a long while, she weakly lifted her head.

Zhang Lifang glared weakly at Yang Fei, who was smoking by the window, and cursed.

"You're an animal. Don't forget that I'm only human; how can I endure your wild bull charge?"

Fully relieved, Yang Fei felt refreshed and laughed.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

"You still say that? I feel like my body isn't even mine anymore."

Zhang Lifang turned over with a sultry look and used a thin blanket to cover herself.

She rested for a while, then slightly straightened up.

"My brother and Fan Yi are still in the hospital."

"I was supposed to visit them, but now I can't even get up."

Yang Fei laughed: "Leave it to me."

Mad Blade and Fan Yi were both Dark Energy masters, and they had completed their first evolution.

Though their self-healing ability wasn't as strong as Yang Fei's.

Thanks to Yang Fei's persistent acupuncture treatment, their injuries were healing quickly.

Yang Fei knew Mad Blade and Fan Yi's temperaments.

He called Jude Restaurant and ordered a sumptuous meal to be delivered to Fan Yi's hospital room.

In addition, Yang Fei brought ten kilograms of high-quality white wine.

He drove to the hospital.

When Yang Fei arrived at Fan Yi's hospital room.

Jude Restaurant had already delivered seventeen or eighteen dishes to the room.

Mad Blade had already rushed to Fan Yi's room.

This guy, seeing there was no wine, cursed loudly.

"Instructor, you're so stingy, where's the wine?"

Yang Fei laughed, casually pulling out a jar from behind him.

He opened the cork, and the rich aroma of the wine filled the room.

Mad Blade was delighted, finding three large bowls and lining them up.

He eagerly urged: "Fill them up, this is how you should drink."

Yang Fei lifted the wine jar and filled the three enamel bowls, releasing a tantalizing aroma.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi, their chests and abdomens bandaged tightly.

But they couldn't care less, each taking a large gulp from their bowls.

Just then, the duty nurse entered.

Seeing the two seriously injured patients drinking like this, she was shocked.

The nurse screamed: "Who allowed you to drink like this? Are you seeking death?"

Yang Fei took a large gulp of strong wine, feeling the heat rise.

He gently pushed the nurse out the door.

"Don't worry, this wine will help them heal faster."

In fact, Yang Fei wasn't entirely wrong.

Strong wine activated the Essence Qi in their bodies, allowing it to flow naturally.

This accelerated cellular regeneration.

Rich meat dishes helped replenish depleted Essence Qi.

For injured martial artists, a hearty meal was often better than injections and pills.

Yang Fei locked the nurse outside, leaving her anxiously knocking on the door.

The three men laughed heartily.

They fought over the food and drink, polishing off ten kilograms of strong wine.

Fan Yi's handsome face took on a slight flush.

Yet his eyes remained calm.

Fan Yi sighed.

"After fighting the White Dragon Envoy, I realized how terrifying martial arts masters in the Mortal World could be."

His thin lips were slightly bitten by his teeth, his eyes flashing with sharpness.

"But, by comparison, the Alliance of Gods is even more terrifying."

"Facing the White Dragon Envoy, I could at least strike, but against Apollo, I had no chance to act."

This was the first time Fan Yi mentioned the Alliance of Gods in front of Yang Fei.

His steady and firm character was not prone to talking much.

But after the failure in the Amazon jungle and the brothers' deaths.

Fan Yi's pain was no less than Yang Fei's.

They were all brothers in life and death, who had taken bullets for each other.

This cold and austere soldier, Fan Yi, also bore unimaginable pain.

Yang Fei and Mad Blade understood this pain.

Yang Fei sighed and patted Fan Yi's shoulder.

"Don't worry, our brothers' blood won't be shed in vain."

"I will make the Alliance of Gods pay in blood."

He raised his head and loudly declared.

"Once we destroy the Alliance of Gods and avenge our brothers, it will mark the day of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team's rebirth."

Mad Blade and Fan Yi were stirred, loudly agreeing together.

"Yes, destroy the Alliance of Gods and rebuild the Evil Dragon Squad."

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