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 sighed deeply, "I don't know either."


The Martial Will of a Core Formation Expert was similar to the authority of a high-ranking official in the bureaucracy.


A high-ranking official's signature could affect the vital interests of millions of people.


A single decision could make countless families happy or miserable.


Such individuals, having long occupied high positions, naturally possessed an aura that ordinary people dared not look up to.


This was the awe inspired by authority.


The saying "a single level of official ranks can crush people" relied on the dignity of power.


The authority of the ancient Son of Heaven was even more astonishing.


A wave of his hand could leave corpses scattered and rivers of blood flowing.


With just one word, tens of thousands of heads could roll.


No matter who encountered the Son of Heaven, they would be terrified.


They would involuntarily kneel and bow three times and kowtow nine times.


This was the awe inspired by the Son of Heaven.


Chapter 487 The Power of the Martial Artist (Third Update)