Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1758 - 1759: Pecked in the Eye by a Bird

Yang Fei walked out of the police station.

He didn't see the strange smile that appeared on Harris's honest and loyal face behind him.

Yang Fei walked through several streets, aimlessly drifting along the avenue.

Absentmindedly, he revealed the wallet in his pocket, which was packed with thick stacks of Rice Gold.

To hunters in the Underworld, seeing a fat sheep like Yang Fei was reason enough to co forward to hunt.

Sure enough, after Yang Fei had wandered for two or three streets, two or three n appeared behind him.

A curly-haired man, a scar-faced man, and a big man with a hulking physique.

Yang Fei found it sowhat amusing.

The peace in Kelmmas, perhaps, wasn't as the old sheriff boasted.

As Yang Fei just turned into an alley, a hulking big man blocked his way.

Yang Fei turned around, the curly-haired man and scar-faced man behind him had already blocked his retreat.

All three held Dagger and Swing Stick, slowly closing in on Yang Fei.

Yang Fei gave a few symbolic cries for help, lazily watching the three n.

"What do you want?"

The hulking big man sneered, extending his broad palm like a bear's paw to Yang Fei.

"Hand over your money, or your life!"

Yang Fei pulled out the troubleso wallet from his pocket.

He placed a thick stack of Rice Gold in his palm, smiling maliciously

"If you're thieves, aren't you afraid that I'm the ancestor of thieves?"

The three n's faces turned cold, they exchanged glances, signaled to each other, and suddenly charged at Yang Fei.

Bam bam bam!

Yang Fei suddenly unleashed three punches, his fists landing almost simultaneously on the bridge of each of their noses.

All three dropped their Weapons, clutching their noses and squatting down.

Blood oozed from their fingers, all three were scared Soul Shattered.

The three hadn't seen how Yang Fei struck, they were cleanly and swiftly knocked down by Yang Fei.

All three realized they had encountered a master.

Yang Fei lazily walked over, crouching down.

He kindly handed them tissues.

"Tell , where is your boss?"

The scar-faced man and curly-haired man showed fear, shaking their heads repeatedly.

Yang Fei laughed, his smile gentle and refined.

In the next second, Yang Fei suddenly acted, ripping off the curly-haired man's ear.

The curly-haired man scread, only for Yang Fei to shove his bloody ear into his mouth.

The curly-haired man desperately dug out the ear from his mouth, his eyes rolling back, suddenly kneeling down and vomiting.

Yang Fei's demon-like eyes turned to the scar-faced man.

"Tell , where is your boss?"

This ti, the scar-faced man and hulking big man didn't dare say anything, kneeling on the ground, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

A few minutes later, Yang Fei walked out of the alley.

He weighed the three wallets he had obtained in his hand, and left satisfied.

Behind Yang Fei, the curly-haired man and the others all knelt on the ground, none daring to speak.

A while later, the curly-haired man stood up hesitantly, then suddenly bolted away.

"Quickly inform the boss, the enemy has co."

Half an hour later, Yang Fei arrived in front of a dilapidated, low gambling house.

On the greasy walls of the gambling house, were filthy and vulgar profanities.

Through dust-filled glass windows, many could be seen gambling inside the house.

Yang Fei kicked open the door with a flying kick and walked in.

The gambling house was clearly prepared, the guests were evacuated, leaving only seven or eight big n in the house waiting for Yang Fei.

Yang Fei casually grabbed two gloves and put them on his fists, charging in like a wolf.

The rules of the Underworld are thus, the strong never need to bother with any reason.

A few minutes later, in the gambling house, seven or eight n lay scattered on the ground.

So were severely injured, yet they endured strongly, not daring to groan.

Under Yang Fei's feet, he pinned a Cyclops with a black eyepatch.

Yang Fei crouched down, holding a Dagger horizontally at Cyclops's throat.

Cyclops's bridge of his nose had been shattered, his face was bloody, and his eyes were full of fear.

Yang Fei looked at Cyclops indifferently.

"I ask a question, you answer. For every wrong answer, I'll gouge out your remaining eye."

Yang Fei spoke fluent English, his tone was calm, yet it scared Cyclops out of his wits.

In the recent battle, Cyclops had experienced this guy's frightening capabilities and dared not resist anymore.

Cyclops nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Strong sir, ask away, I absolutely won't dare hide anything."

Yang Fei nodded slightly, speaking leisurely.

"In the past three days, has there been any incidents of injury or death here?"

"If there were, where are the injured or dead?"

Cyclops widened his eyes, trying hard to rember, before finally shaking his head.

"No. Kelmmas hasn't had any shootouts in a long ti, recently it's been peaceful, even I'm not used to it."

Yang Fei's Dagger dragged lightly across his throat, a shallow wound imdiately appeared.

Cyclops scread out: "Help, I guarantee what I'm saying is true."

Yang Fei saw the look of panic on his face, knowing he dared not speak, he was also puzzled.

The Hongn Sect disciple's phone IP address was clearly here.

And this disciple was attacked and injured, Yang Fei had heard it personally on the phone, why couldn't he find him now?

Bang!

Suddenly there was a gunshot outside, the wailing of sirens echoed throughout the street.

Soon after, countless footsteps ca, a large batch of ard police rushed in.

Black gun barrels were all aid at Yang Fei and those lying on the ground.

Harris strode in amidst a crowd of guards.

His jiggling belly was tightly cinched by a belt, looking sowhat comical.

Harris looked at Yang Fei, his face full of malicious smiles.

"See? I said local security is very good, but there was never evidence to bring these bastards to justice."

"Your presence has provided with such an opportunity."

Yang Fei looked at Harris in surprise.

"So you do fishing enforcent, impressive."

Harris's face turned stern, waving his handgun.

"No more nonsense, sir, I'm afraid I must regretfully inform you."

"You're accused of serious conflict with native forces, disrupting social order, about to face prosecution."

Yang Fei bitterly smiled, raising his hands.

Been hunting birds all his life, didn't expect to get pecked in the eye by them.

A group of police rushed in, cuffing the thugs knocked down by Yang Fei.

Harris personally walked over to Yang Fei, holding handcuffs.

"Sorry, I have to personally take you in."

Yang Fei extended his hands, letting the old sheriff put on the handcuffs.

He stared at Harris's big nose, suddenly asking.

"I wonder how much that person paid you? Worth such risk?"

Harris's facial muscle twitched, then he casually turned his head.

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

Yang Fei smiled slightly.

"Why use such thods to limit my actions, just what are you covering up?"

Harris didn't answer, turned to the police and gestured.

"Take them all away."

His finger pointed at Yang Fei: "This one, put in solitary confinent."