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

Master Sanjian's experience in the Mortal World was far richer than that of Qiu Yidao and the others.


The big rascals and bodyguards who had escaped were either dead or injured.


Morale had plummeted to an all-time low.


These seventeen or eighteen people could dominate their own turf domestically,


but on Dragon Island, they were merely a group of defeated and wounded soldiers.


Moreover, the most important thing was that the soul of the group, Yang Fei, had disappeared again, which was a massive blow to everyone's fighting spirit.


Should another wave of Dragon Fortress Guards come, these people would completely break down mentally and utterly fail.


"Staying here, there's no way we won't die. Now our only option is to take a gamble."


Yan Wuxin and Qiu Yidao both widened their eyes, "Gamble on what?"


Master Sanjian sighed and turned around.


Chapter 602 Mingtang