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 was instead taken aback for a moment.


His Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand had only used twenty percent of its power.


But even that twenty percent was enough to make an average person suffer greatly.


He hadn't expected Sha Bo to actually take his strike without serious injury or vomiting blood.


He lifted his foot and kicked, but Sha Bo blocked it with his military spike.


A dull thud, and Sha Bo, holding the spike, was sent flying like a soccer ball kicked with great force, flailing as he went.


Meanwhile, the underground boxing expert Hankins rushed over.


A fierce right hook punch aimed at Yang Fei's temple.


The underground boxing expert didn't hold back at all.


His fist strength compressed the air, producing a heavy and muffled sound.


Hankins was the underground Fist King of New York.


His pair of fists was unbelievably powerful.


In the past, he had blown his opponent's head off with one punch.


Chapter 542: The Real Deterrence (Second Update)