Chapter 429: It All Comes Down to One Word (Second Update)

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.