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

Yang Fei's eyes rolled around, filled with extreme curiosity.


Whenever someone mentioned the Martial God, Yang Fei always felt a closeness.


It seemed that this legendary figure had an extremely important connection with him, in an obscure way.


His majestic yet vague figure had appeared more than once in Yang Fei's memory fragments.


Yet every time, whenever Yang Fei tried to recall, his head would ache inexplicably.


Listening to the conversation of the two men in front, Yang Fei came up with a bold idea.


Brother Ming didn't allow the man in the co-driver's seat to mention the Martial God Ruins, yet he couldn't help but speak about it himself.


"Actually, all this talk about the Martial God Ruins is just nonsense spouted by outsiders."


"I guess it's just a rumor spread deliberately by the Council of Elders to enhance the prestige of Xuan Ying Pavilion."


Chapter 458 - Do I Look Like a Bad Guy? (Thirteenth Update)