Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 233 - 232: The Secret of the Communication Book

Opposite the Lanting Hotel, there was another hotel.

However, it was smaller in scale, just an ordinary family inn.

In a room facing the street in the inn.

A young man held a pair of binoculars in his hand.

He was observing the overall situation at the Lanting Hotel.

The young man had been here, continuously observing for three days.

The young man saw the burly and imposing Mad Blade, wearing an elastic vest, practicing military boxing on the terrace.

Then, he went downstairs and went to work.

He also saw Su Yinxue leave the hotel and get into a luxury car to go to work from here.

He even saw a plump woman drying her intimate clothes on the terrace.

Sotis, she would look at the sky, dazed.

...

In short, after two days of observation,

the man confird Su Yinxue's work schedule.

He also confird the Chief Bodyguard Mad Blade's working hours.

He took out a cellphone and made a call.

"I've got the basic situation of the Lanting Hotel figured out, we can take action anyti."

On the other end, a man's hoarse and sinister laughter ca through.

"What about the damn odd-job man there? Is he around?"

The man said indifferently, "If Yang Fei is there, we won't take this job; we can't afford to ss with that guy."

There was a snort on the other end, seemingly dissatisfied.

He sighed helplessly, "Alright, we're in a critical situation, we can't wait any longer,"

"You wait for the right mont and act when you have a chance."

"I don't care about anyone else's fate, but Su Yinxue must be killed, and it's best to destroy the body."

The young man humd in agreent and then hung up the phone.

Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi were unaware of the disaster that was about to unfold.

At that mont, they were saying goodbye to Elder Hong and his family.

The old man drove a bullock cart, despite Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi's refusals.

He enthusiastically took Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi to the train station, tearfully bidding them farewell.

On the train, Yang Fei took out an old contact book, deciphering the blurred handwriting.

Lin Xueyi noticed the tattered contact book.

Most of it was stained purple-black, strikingly like blood.

Her heart shuddered instantly.

Yang Fei seed a bit uneasy as well.

He quickly put away the contact book, waving his hand.

"Next stop, we're going to Qiannan."

...

In these past days, Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi traveled across the country, from the desolate and barren Loess Plateau to the spring-like Spring City.

Then from the shores of the Bohai Sea to the Tibetan Plateau, they traveled nonstop.

They often had just gotten off the plane before taking a train or long-distance bus.

Sotis, they even had to take a tractor, a horse-drawn cart, or walk several kiloters.

They were searching for the families of the fallen Evil Dragon Soldier King along the way.

In these days, Yang Fei handed out generous compensation and pension.

Of course, there were also nurous bank cards.

Each card represented future dividend earnings.

Naturally, Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi told many white lies together along the way.

The purpose of lying was not to deceive but to avoid grief and pain.

Yang Fei wanted many elderly parents and wives at ho to believe.

That their loved ones were still alive and safe sowhere on this Earth.

Lin Xueyi watched Yang Fei, handing out one first-level military dal after another.

Her ominous feelings grew stronger.

She wanted to ask Yang Fei, what about her brother Lin Zi?

Had he also turned into such a cold military dal?

However, Lin Xueyi did not dare to ask.

She feared that once she asked.

Her last bit of hope would be crushed into ashes.

And she would be left alone, without family in this world.

Yang Fei seed to deliberately avoid this topic too.

The blood-stained contact book in his pocket only appeared once before Lin Xueyi.

Yang Fei never took it out again afterward.

Lin Xueyi desperately wanted to know.

If her na was written on the last page of that book.

Finally, after Yang Fei brought Lin Xueyi out of a small village in Changbai Mountain,

he waved his hand energetically.

"Finally done, Sister Xueyi, let's go ho."

But when they arrived at Harbin's Peony Airport,

they were inford that all flights were temporarily grounded due to heavy fog.

Yang Fei had no choice but to take Lin Xueyi to a nearby hotel.

Harbin's weather was freezing cold, and these days, it was the coldest ti of the year.

Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi specifically chose a star-level hotel to stay in.

When traveling, they weren't picky.

They chose a suite and slept in separate beds.

This seemingly ambiguous cohabitation made Lin Xueyi a little uneasy and worried.

However, every night, Yang Fei obediently slept in his bed.

Lin Xueyi felt she might have been overthinking.

This scoundrel went to great lengths at ho to peep at her changing clothes or bathing.

But while traveling on business, he was purer than a child.

If Lin Xueyi hadn't seen with her own eyes this guy's reaction in certain areas before,

she might have suspected he had a functional defect.

The room was warm and comfortable with the heating on.

But Lin Xueyi tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Yang Fei's contact book in his jacket pocket seed like a mysterious curse.

Lin Xueyi wanted to look at it, but she didn't dare.

Images of her brother Lin Zi's face flashed before her eyes.

It had been three months since Lin Zi last contacted her.

And Yang Fei had been at the Lanting Hotel for exactly three months.

Considering Yang Fei's displayed business acun, his mysterious identity, and incredible abilities.

Why would he stay at the Lanting Hotel as an ordinary odd-job man?

The more Lin Xueyi thought about it, the more she couldn't sleep.

The answer she feared was looming near.

It seed that with just a slight push, the veil would be lifted.

Lin Xueyi's heart started to ache with a dull pain.

Finally, she gritted her teeth, climbed out of bed wearing her pajamas.

The orange streetlight shone on Yang Fei's face.

He looked like a wronged child, frowning and tightly pursing his lips.

His face was full of loneliness and solitude.

Lin Xueyi held her breath and tiptoed.

She took Yang Fei's military uniform from the coat rack.

Inside the uniform's inner pocket was a square, hard object.

Lin Xueyi touched it, and her whole body trembled.

Finally, she mustered the courage to take out the contact book.

The small contact book felt as heavy as a hundred pounds in her hands.

With all her strength, she finally opened it.

Lin Xueyi lay on the carpet, reading it page by page under the warm yellow streetlight.