Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1126 - 1127: You Should Leave

Yang Fei laughed heartily and gave Stina a sidelong glance.

"When a woman is interested in a man, the whole world can see it. The strange thing is, the woman herself doesn't know it."

Stina looked at Yang Fei defiantly.

"How do you know I like George? Don't speak without evidence."

Her deanor remained firm, but her tone lowered unnaturally, revealing so guilt.

"You don't like him? If you want, I can give you a free psychological session."

Yang Fei looked at her aningfully, his bright eyes like mirrors reflecting Stina's inner self.

Stina avoided Yang Fei's eyes, mumbling dejectedly, "You're such a monster."

"Alright, I admit it; I do have feelings for George, but he seems to see as just an ordinary friend."

Yang Fei laughed heartily: "That's right, facing your heart honestly, isn't it better to live more genuinely?"

At this, he pursed his lips.

"George has seen won beyond your imagination. If you want to win the prince's heart, you can't take the usual route, and you certainly can't treat him just like a friend."

Stina was thoroughly intrigued by Yang Fei.

"So, according to you, what should I do?"

Yang Fei glanced at Stina, pursing his lips.

"First, you need to change your image. That tomboy style wastes your fiery figure."

"George likely sees you as a good buddy but won't consider you as his woman."

Stina unconsciously ran a hand through her short hair, a bit stunned.

"I just want George to know I'm different from the won around him."

"I'm not just a pretty face; I'm a highly capable woman."

Yang Fei laughed heartily: "n conquer the world with their fists, won conquer the world by conquering n."

"You're a beautiful woman, why not be a quiet and dignified lady, instead of mixing with a bunch of n?"

At this, Yang Fei leisurely lit a cigarette.

"Of course, your thod isn't entirely ineffective; at least you caught George's attention with your abilities."

"What you need to do now is change yourself, turn yourself into a noble lady, and subtly attract him."

"Wait until he genuinely has feelings for you, then ignore him."

Stina was startled: "Why should I ignore him?"

Yang Fei sighed: "Don't you understand the concept of 'playing hard to get'?"

"n are natural hunters. If you keep crowding around him, he loses the thrill of the hunt and won't appreciate your value."

"If you're sotis cold and sotis warm to him, it can actually stir up his desire to conquer; wanting to conquer what he can't have, he'll find himself falling for you uncontrollably."

Stina began to understand and spat out a curse.

"I get it, you n are all despicable!"

Yang Fei laughed heartily: "Hunters aren't defined by gender."

"This set of love-hunting rules applies to both n and won; love is basically a kind of pathetic behavior."

Stina had never heard such an odd theory before, both angry and amused, but upon reflection, it made sense.

She glanced at Yang Fei, who looked smug.

"Bah, I think you, the so-called love expert, are actually a love fraudster."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, not ashad but proud.

"You're right, love experts are indeed love fraudsters. Be careful not to fall in love with ."

Stina nearly kicked this shaless guy out of the car.

This bastard had an unusually thick skin.

Stina dropped Yang Fei off at his apartnt, this fierce woman gave Yang Fei a big middle finger, and drove off in her Ferrari.

Yang Fei chuckled without concern and walked towards his apartnt.

Yang Fei's apartnt was on the far north end of the second floor.

He had just reached the front door when the Turtle Extre within him suddenly issued a warning.

Yang Fei's heart tightened, activating Snake Stupefaction, he imdiately sensed three faint breaths inside his apartnt.

The three breaths were light, yet continuous, clearly all skilled in concealnt and assassination.

Yang Fei gently pushed open the door, moving like a cat, with a swift roll he dived in.

At the doorway, two cold glints crossed toward Yang Fei, but his movents were unimaginably fast and he dodged easily.

Imdiately after, a figure leaped from behind the living room sofa, pouncing on Yang Fei like a leopard.

The dagger in his hand glinted coldly in the dim light, slicing viciously and rcilessly toward Yang Fei's carotid artery.

Yang Fei abruptly stopped, catching the dagger-wielding wrist with precision, and applying a joint-locking twist.

Crack!

The man let out a muffled groan, and the dagger clattered to the ground.

At that mont, Yang Fei's nape and heart were pricked by stabbing pain.

With a back throw, Yang Fei hurled the man toward the two at the door.

One stood still at the door, while the other one kneeled, both had just drawn their silent guns, aiming at Yang Fei, ready to shoot.

Yet, at that mont, the man hurled by Yang Fei, like a heavy cannonball, targeted the two at the door.

The wind whistled sharply; if hit, all three would be severely injured if not killed.

The two at the door had no choice but to retreat and dodge, while Yang Fei, like a leopard, sprang towards them.

He leapt into the air, executing a 'double flying swallow', accurately kicking their pistols away.

The two were horrified, not expecting this guy to be so formidable, and retreated in panic.

Yang Fei had already lunged over, catching the falling pistol, its dark muzzle aid at the three.

The one who had crashed to the ground was heavily injured, while the other two stood motionless under Yang Fei's gun.

Yang Fei held the gun with one hand, pointing at the two, while using the other to turn on the wall switch.

Instantly, the room lit up brightly.

The three controlled by Yang Fei all had pale faces, looking at Yang Fei's gun in fear.

Yang Fei studied these uninvited guests.

All three were dressed in black night suits, with a Sun Badge tattoo on one side of their necks.

Although they were afraid, they all stood straight, showing no fear of sacrifice as they faced Yang Fei's dark gun.

Yang Fei sighed, speaking calmly.

"Who are you? I've never t you, why are you targeting ?"

The three stared coldly at Yang Fei, not saying a word.

Yang Fei snorted coldly and fired the gun without hesitation.

With a bang, a blood hole appeared in an assassin's knee.

He groaned, clutching his knee as he fell to the ground, sweat the size of soybeans streaming down his face from the pain.

Despite this, he uttered no sound beyond the initial scream, demonstrating his steely deanor.

The two supported their companion, glaring hatefully at Yang Fei, still silent.

Yang Fei admired the hardened spirit of these three, and tossed the gun aside.

"Fine, if you won't talk, you can leave."

This surprised the three greatly.

One hooked-nosed guy couldn't help but ask.

"You're not going to kill us?"