Talking about Dreams over Boiled Wine

[Explosive and thrilling, read by thousands] He was the Magic Shadow Assassin, he was the King of Soldiers!
The favored son of a mysterious special forces unit, he lay low in the metropolis for a mission that could not be disclosed.
With a pair of iron fists, he fought through the Demons and Ghosts lurking in every dark corner.
With a Military Spike in his hand, he shattered the survival laws of the urban jungle.
I am the Warrior King of the jungle; in the city, I, too, am King.
The stunning landlady said, "Yang Fei, you scoundrel, pay up the eight hundred you owe me for the rent before you come here bragging!"

Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Just a few days ago, Li Shun was unable to discern Yang Fei's Martial Arts Realm.


But today, at first glance, this fellow is definitely more than a Mingjin Earth-grade Martial Artist.


Is he here to save lives, or to deliver death?


Li Shun wanted to cry but had no tears.


Li Shun did not know what had happened to Yang Fei.


A seemingly unfathomable supreme master had, within a few days, become a Mingjin Master.


This was more unbelievable than a hen turning into a duck.


"Brother Yang Fei, you go first, I'll cover our retreat."


Almost instantly, Li Shun had sized up the situation.


He was a man of loyalty, and immediately stood in front of Yang Fei to cover his departure.


Bai Yang also positioned himself to Li Shun's left side, ready to launch a suicidal attack on the Iron-faced Assassin.


"Heh heh, no one is going to leave here alive, die!"


The Iron-faced Assassin let out a sinister laugh, his figure becoming blurry and unclear.


Chapter 123 Doomed