Finally, the cruise ship docked, revealing a quaint little harbor.

However, the cruise ship's draft was too deep to approach the harbor directly.

Everyone had to descend onto dinghies to reach the shore.

At the harbor pier, a long line of vehicles awaited the visitors.

Yang Fei noticed that on both sides of the pier stood two sentry posts.

The sentries were on duty, but hidden on the inner side of the road was a bunker.

The bunker was disguised as a garbage house.

If someone tried to forcefully land here,

the weapons from one bunker and two sentry posts could make the landing disastrous for the intruders.

It was clear that the military preparedness on Dragon Island was not to be taken lightly.

But Yang Fei only glanced at the sentry and could not help but feel a sudden shock of alarm.

The sentry seemed lazy.

However, the occasional flash of a blade-like gaze in his eyes,

revealed an iron-blooded scent that only comes with countless battles.

Veteran warriors!

Old soldiers who had experienced wars were far more formidable than any career military officer.

The experience of life-threatening moments amidst smoke and fire was more effective than any training.

Such veteran warriors would unleash immense combat power on a real battlefield.

In an instant, Yang Fei gained a new understanding of the strength of Dragon Island.

This was no longer a simple underground ruler's domain.

It was impressive how someone could manage such a situation in this ungoverned, deserted place.

Lord Dragon King was truly no ordinary person.

The man leading the team to greet Yang Fei and his group wore a floral checkered shirt and shorts.

Upon seeing Steward Liu, he shouted in a strange dialect to communicate.

Xiao Xuanya and the others did not understand, but a smile appeared on Yang Fei's face.

Ye waited until everyone had disembarked before he, the last one, came up to the dock.

His forehead's blond hair shone brightly.

As soon as the man in the checkered shirt saw Ye, his demeanor immediately became respectful.

He bowed deeply forward.

"Young Master Ye, welcome home," he said.

This time, the man in the checkered shirt spoke in Mandarin, which everyone could understand.

Ye's expression was somewhat absent-minded but also warmed.

He patted the checkered-shirt man's shoulder, then turned to Yang Fei and spoke.

"This is Uncle Zhong, the chief steward of Dragon Island."

"Whatever you need, just speak to Uncle Zhong, and he will take care of you," he added.

Yang Fei nodded.

Ye turned back, gave Uncle Zhong a few instructions, and pointed at Yang Fei.

By this time, the Big Rascals had already started boarding the vehicles under the guidance of many staff members in bright yellow short-sleeved T-shirts.

However, Ye did not board the vehicle, but simply stated, "I should go report to the Dragon King's Hall now."

"Lord Dragon King must have already left the customs; I need to meet him first," he continued.

"You all stay put, and Lord Dragon King will summon you within three days."

With those words, he bowed to Yang Fei and then turned and left.

Yang Fei watched as Ye walked away.

For some reason, a very ominous premonition surged in his heart.

Although faint, this feeling made Yang Fei extremely vigilant.

A short youth, speaking perfect Mandarin, was inviting Yang Fei and the others to get on the vehicle.

It was evident that this young man was indigenous.

His skin was dark, yet his eye sockets were slightly purplish-red due to the sun's radiation.

His amiable and somewhat shy demeanor was amusing.

Especially when the youth caught a glimpse of Xiao Xuanya, his face turned embarrassingly red.

He didn't dare to look at the enchantingly beautiful Xiao Xuanya.

Under the pleasant sun and sky, Yang Fei's sense of forewarning felt like a persistent cloud, refusing to dissipate.

Mad Blade and Yan Wuxin were busy arranging for everyone to board the vehicles.

The vehicles assigned to Yang Fei and his companions by Uncle Zhong were a Hummer and a black Bentley.

After everyone got into the car, the driver started it and slowly drove along the highway.

The vehicle followed the asphalt road, circling around the island.

The tropical ocean scenery, like an endless scroll of paintings, delighted everyone.

Yang Fei even saw some indigenous residents holding giggling children, watching the excitement by the roadside.

Yang Fei couldn't help but praise, and Xiao Xuanya smiled like a blossoming flower.

Mad Blade exclaimed loudly.

"Damn it, after I'm tired of fighting wars, I'm settling down here."

"The gods won't care, the earth won't mind, and I'll marry another ten or eight beauties. Life couldn't be better."

Yan Wuxin laughed heartily.

"You wish! Do you know how much money and effort Dragon King Hall has spent to make this paradise?"

"It's a blessing for you to even be a tourist here; you think about living here permanently?"

Mad Blade, contemplating the frightening aspect of Dragon King Hall, shuddered involuntarily.

He sighed.

"You're right, I'm just born to toil and can't enjoy such peace."

"Tch, you marry ten or eight wives and forget about enjoying peace."

"You, my friend, will eventually die on a woman's belly."

Yan Wuxin spat at Mad Blade, laughing and scolding simultaneously.

Mad Blade's temperament was quite to Yan Wuxin's taste.

Although the two had fought against each other in the past, now they had become friends who could talk about anything.

Their jokes made everyone in the vehicle burst into laughter.

However, nobody's heart was truly at ease.

Visiting Lord Dragon King this time, it was uncertain whether it would be a curse or a blessing.

The Heavenly Might was unpredictable.

At this moment, everyone's fate hinged on the whims of the Dragon King.

It was only now that Yang Fei started to regret his decision.

He had come to Dragon King Hall to find out about the Martial God, risking not just himself but involving his close friends as well.

If the Dragon King, in a fit of anger, decided to target Lanting Group,

his friends would be implicated because of him.

This time, Yang Fei did not let Lin Xueyi accompany him, fearing that Dragon King Hall might suddenly turn hostile.

He had initially thought that though Dragon King Hall was formidable, the combined strength of several people would prevent them from being utterly helpless.

But at this moment, Yang Fei started to worry about his own arrogance.

He pondered for a while, then made up his mind.

"If Dragon King Hall refuses to play by the rules, then don't blame me for being ruthless and unjust."

"Even if the Dragon King's martial arts are heaven-high, I don't believe he can dodge my heavy sniper."

Thinking this, Yang Fei straightened his back.

In his backpack, he carried a Barrett Heavy Sniper Rifle gun parts and bullets.

Yang Fei dared to venture into Dragon King Hall, not without some basis of confidence.

Martial skills are useless against a blade.

And what if it's not just a blade but a Barrett Heavy Sniper?

Yang Fei smirked to himself.

This time, it wasn't just Yang Fei who brought a gun to the island, but also three skilled snipers.

Fan Yi, Mad Blade, and Yan Wuxin.

The rest of the crew were not familiar with guns.

When it came to handling guns, Yi Long was more skilled than Three Swords or One Blade.

After all, he was a retired Special Forces soldier.

Yang Fei had initially thought that bringing guns onto the island would surely lead to a strict search.

But to his surprise, they had entered so easily.

While he felt fortunate, he also felt uneasy.

If the opposition did not check for firearms,

it meant that the people of Dragon King Hall were not afraid of firearms.

Or perhaps, they were confident in dealing with gunmen.

That was terrifying.

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