Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1951 - 1952: Sense of Security

Laura watched Yang Fei from the side, listening to him calling her "our instructor" over and over, and instantly felt a bit more goodwill toward this fat guy.

But she had no idea Yang Fei was the classic type who looks honest but is secretly bad.

He was getting ready to teach this pretty boy a lesson, but he dumped the bla on Laura instead.

Even if Yang Fei crippled this pretty boy, the guy could only go make trouble for Laura.

The handso man saw how arrogant and cocky Yang Fei was acting, and his anger shot straight up.

The guy was covered in soft womanly flesh, but when he moved just now he'd shown real power.

But even so, this kind of fatty didn't enter the handso youth's eyes at all.

His Martial Arts Realm had already reached the level of Gangjin Master.

A fatty like this, he could make him cry with one slap.

The handso man's heart was blazing with anger, but in front of Laura he still kept his gentlemanly deanor.

The man pointed at Yang Fei. "Co on, co on, fatty, let see how much you really weigh."

Yang Fei chuckled, stood where he was, stretched out a hand, and said blandly,

"Fatty Master is two hundred jin. If you want to asure, just co. Just don't throw your back out."

The handso man walked toward Yang Fei step by step, his footing extrely solid, Essence Qi held tight inside.

His whole body exuded a vast, awe-inspiring aura; clearly he'd pushed his Essence Qi to the limit.

Yang Fei watched him lazily, while the handso youth's face was dead serious and grim.

He might look down on Yang Fei, but once it ca to blows, he would go all out.

Beating a fatty like this wasn't exactly glorious.

But if he lost even half a move, it would be humiliating as hell.

The handso youth circled once around Yang Fei.

He sensed that although Yang Fei was plump and sturdy, his Essence Qi wasn't very strong, and his Qi-Blood wasn't that powerful either, and he imdiately relaxed by half.

A Martial Artist like this just had so clumsy brute strength; he definitely couldn't withstand a few moves from the handso youth.

In the First Training Camp, quite a few trainees watched the fatty with worry.

The guy might act silly, and his strength wasn't that great.

But no matter what, he was one of the First Brigade Training Camp.

They couldn't just watch one of their own take a loss. For a mont, everyone was talking at once.

"That guy's from the Second Brigade, Smith, right? I heard his Martial Arts Realm is already at the Gangjin Master level. The fatty probably can't beat him."

"This is the First Brigade Training Camp's turf. We can't let our own brother get hurt."

"Everyone keep your eyes open. If that guy uses a vicious move, we all rush in and help the fatty beat the crap out of him."

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Laura stood not far away, Essence Qi condensed, fully focused.

Her thoughts were the sa as the brothers in the First Training Camp.

Since this fatty nad Guo Jing was already a brother of the First Brigade Training Camp, Laura wasn't going to let anything happen to him.

The handso youth circled Yang Fei once, his face full of cold sharpness.

He pointed at his own nose, his face full of mockery.

"Rember this face. This face is going to be your nightmare."

Yang Fei shook his head and muttered, "Idiot."

His voice was very low, but almost everyone present heard it.

The handso youth's face froze on the spot.

This was the second ti Yang Fei had cursed at him. The fire in his heart whooshed straight up to his Niwan Palace.

The handso youth let out a shout and charged at Yang Fei, his clothes whipping in the wind with a loud flapping.

Yang Fei watched him lazily, not saying a word.

The handso youth rushed up in front of Yang Fei and slamd a fist at him.

Bang!

There was a blasting crack, muffled thunder rolling through the air.

The handso youth's punch directly exploded the air itself; the power behind this blow was truly sothing else.

Yet at that mont, a hand like an iron clamp grabbed the handso youth's wrist, then gave it a vicious yank.

The handso youth's whole body, like a sandbag, was directly flung away.

But before his body hit the ground, a burly, towering figure grabbed him by the belt and hoisted him into the air.

Then the burly man spun the handso youth around in a big circle and smashed him into the ground.

The handso youth had just hit the floor when three or four people shot out from the First Training Camp's ranks.

They surrounded the handso youth and rained down a flurry of blows on his head.

Among the ones doing the beating, the most eye-catching were the valiant, pretty Milan and the bunny-cute Nico.

Milan and Nico were like two enraged she-wolves, laying into the handso youth on the ground with viciously ruthless moves.

Milan's heavy high-tube combat boots stomped down on the handso youth's hand, grinding hard.

Nico, on the other hand, swung her fists and went straight for the handso youth's face.

Her round, snowy-white little face was taut, her cute nose scrunched tight in anger.

Besides these two girls, there was the upturned-nose Boasting Hans and the gloomy-faced Jack,

The two of them were also showering the handso youth on the ground with heavy punches.

In an instant, the handso youth who'd just attacked Yang Fei was beaten by this gang of Cheng Yaojin-style ambushers until he was howling miserably, utterly pathetic.

Yang Fei turned around and saw a proud yet handso face—it was Luo Wei.

Just now it had been him who easily grabbed the handso youth's wrist and flung him away.

And the burly man who'd then grabbed the handso youth and smashed him hard into the ground was the taciturn Ho Huaide.

Seeing this group of old friends, Yang Fei and the others were delighted, grinning broadly.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Luo Wei was rubbing his fists, looking like he might jump in again any second.

Without looking back he said, "How could Brother Fei get into a fight and not bring us along?"

Yang Fei found it a bit strange.

With his chubby, silly-fat look now, even if his own mom saw him, she might not recognize him.

So how had the Blue Danube Team found him?

Luo Wei seed to understand Yang Fei's confusion, and he chuckled.

"Dean Giles transferred us to the First Brigade Training Camp. We didn't want to co over no matter what, we just wanted to follow you."

"Later Dean Giles said you'd changed your disguise and already joined the First Brigade Training Camp, so that's why we rushed over now."

Yang Fei cursed with a smile.

"That old fox actually leaked sothing this confidential."

"But fine, saves the trouble of explaining it to you guys."

While the two of them were talking, Milan and the rest had already beaten the deliberately provoking handso youth into unconsciousness.

Luo Wei had clearly beco the leader of the group.

He pursed his lips and blew a sharp whistle, signaling Milan and the others to gather around.

Milan and Nico had already heard the news from Dean Giles and were ntally prepared.

But seeing Yang Fei's chubby look, the two still couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing with a puff.

Yang Fei's face darkened, tears streaming in his heart.

He was a top-tier super pretty boy, and Moran that little vixen had ruined him into this. How was he supposed to face people from now on?

Nico and Milan looked at Yang Fei; seeing his expression, they sensibly stopped laughing.

Nico bounced over, looked him up and down, and couldn't help giggling.

"Brother Fei, honestly I think you're way cuter now than before. You look so safe and reliable."

Yang Fei was instantly overjoyed and stared at Nico. "Really?"

Milan walked over and poured a bucket of cold water over him.

"What Nico ans is, you're so fat and so ugly now that there won't be any other girls left to steal you from her."