Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 396 - 397 Don't Touch Those Things (Third Update)

Yan Wuxin sighed again and pointed towards the yacht.

"Let's go aboard and see for ourselves, seeing is believing, hearing is deceptive."

Yang Fei and Xue Mingtai exchanged a glance, with Xue Mingtai nodding slightly.

Yang Fei waved his hand.

"Alright, let's go take a look together."

Mad Blade and Fan Yi, holding guns, stepped onto the gangplank first.

Yang Fei and Xue Mingtai followed behind, the four of them coordinating and responding to each other.

On the deck, lay a body.

The body's complexion was blue, and it had long since stopped breathing.

This person was none other than the traitor, Wu Hai.

Yang Fei caught sight of him and couldn't help but be stunned: "He's dead?"

Yan Wuxin nodded.

"When I found Wu Hai, the kid was texting."

"I'm ashad to say, in my eagerness to inform the Buddha Lord, I wasn't careful enough and he committed suicide by poison."

Yang Fei pried open Wu Hai's jaws.

Indeed, he found a poison sac in Wu Hai's mouth that had been bitten open.

As he spoke, Yan Wuxin passed a cell phone to Yang Fei, his tone sowhat panic-stricken.

"This is Wu Hai's phone; by checking his text ssages, I learned you were under pirate attack."

"So, we rushed back."

Just then, Uncle Yu ca aboard the yacht with two sailors.

He muttered sothing to Xue Mingtai in a low voice.

Xue Mingtai jumped in shock and turned around.

"Uncle Yu led a search of the cabin and found a large quantity of drugs in the bottom of the ship."

Yang Fei was also sowhat surprised: "Let's go down together and take a look."

Five minutes later, Yang Fei, Xue Mingtai, and Yan Wuxin, along with others, reached the bottom of the pirate ship.

In one of the cabins, they indeed discovered a large quantity of drugs.

The white powder, packaged in plastic bags, was piled high like a mountain.

By the looks of it, this batch weighed at least more than two tons.

Looking at the vast amount of drugs, Yan Wuxin and Qiu Yidao's breathing beca heavy.

Even the martial arts masters like Head Coach Huo furrowed their brows, their eyes flickering.

So much drugs, piled high like a mountain, represented wealth as massive as a mountain.

To Yan Wuxin and Qiu Yidao, these more than two tons of drugs were like a gold mine.

But the sa mountainous pile of drugs,

In the eyes of Yang Fei, Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and others, was an overwhelming tide of sin that even the seas couldn't cleanse.

Countless happy families would be broken and destroyed because of these things.

Countless children would lose their laughter.

Yan Wuxin couldn't help but grab a bag of the white powder.

Due to his nervousness, his voice beca incredibly hoarse.

"Mr. Yang Fei, can we..."

Fan Yi's gun was imdiately aid at Yan Wuxin.

He coldly spat out two words: "Put it down!"

The small knife in Qiu Yidao's hands rang out sharply.

Xue Mingtai imdiately fixed his gaze on him: "What do you think you're doing?"

Seeing the situation turn sour, Mad Blade quickly backed away.

His rifle aid at the crowd, he shouted fiercely.

"Everyone step back—don't touch those things."

"If anyone doesn't listen, don't bla for being impolite."

Yang Fei coldly stared at Yan Wuxin.

"What are you trying to do?"

He exuded a fiercely aggressive aura, imdiately pressuring Yan Wuxin not to make any reckless moves.

Yan Wuxin stamred: "I... I just thought, those things, maybe we could..."

He had not finished speaking when Yang Fei coldly cut him off.

"I understand what you're trying to say, but let make it clear to you, it's not possible."

He said coldly: "I usually turn a blind eye to the shady business you do."

"But if this stuff enters our country, think about how many people you would be killing?"

"How many families do you intend to tear apart, with wives and children separated?"

Yan Wuxin shuddered as he stared at Yang Fei's resolute and cold expression, feeling sothing inside him.

A long-lost sensation called "justice" began to blossom in his heart.

The carefree Yang Fei, for the first ti, made Yan Wuxin feel ashad.

Yang Fei said coldly, "When it cos to money, I need it more than any of you."

"But any hand that dares to reach for this tainted money, I'll chop it off."

Having said that, Yang Fei turned around and shouted loudly.

"Mad Blade, I order you to destroy these harmful substances imdiately."

Mad Blade handed the rifle he was holding to Yang Fei and turned to leave.

Outside the cabin, Uncle Yu squinted his eyes slightly.

ng Po, along with the other four Ghost Kings, stood ready in a tense atmosphere.

Mad Blade cursed under his breath.

"I, Mad Blade, am no saint, but if anyone dares to stop , I'll start a massacre right away."

A few minutes later, Mad Blade found two barrels of gasoline and carried them back.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mad Blade poured both barrels of gasoline onto the bags of white powder.

Then, he struck a lighter.

The rest of the people exited the cabin.

Yan Wuxin watched as Mad Blade used cigarette paper as fuel to ignite the plastic bags.

His facial muscles twitched, a look of reluctance clear on his face.

However, Fan Yi's dark gun barrel was aid at Yan Wuxin.

He didn't dare to make a move, only managing to repress his distress as he left the cabin.

Inside the cabin, the flas roared, emitting a vast amount of smoke.

Master Zhiguan stood outside the door and chanted a Buddhist mantra.

"Amitabha, the Buddha's compassion is great. Benefactors, by eradicating evil, you do good deeds of imasurable rit."

Head Coach Huo and Old Master Yun also expressed their agreent.

Qiu Yidao, Yan Wuxin, including the Five Ghosts, stared blankly at the rising flas.

Their hearts were greatly shaken.

It was an open secret that within the Golden-Faced Buddha Group, smuggling and drug trafficking were the hidden streams of wealth.

For them, this mountain-like pile of drugs was an unimaginable fortune.

Yet, Yang Fei, Mad Blade, and others burned it without a second thought.

They did not hesitate at all.

This made Qiu Yidao and others feel a rare sense of sha.

It turns out that in this world where money is everything, there are still n like Yang Fei who cannot be swayed by riches.

The woman in her thirties, ng Po, stared blankly at Yang Fei.

After a long while, she approached him.

"Brother Fei, I want to ask you, aren't you heartbroken to burn such an astonishing fortune in one go?"

Yang Fei looked at her curiously.

"Why should I be heartbroken? All of this stuff harms people."

ng Po stamped her foot like a little girl, sowhat coquettishly.

"Are you really that naive, or are you pretending to be?"

"A single bag of what you burned could let an ordinary person live worry-free for generations."

"I don't understand your way of thinking."

Yang Fei chuckled, eyeing ng Po.

"Beauty ng, you don't look like soone who's short on cash?"

"For us martial artists, what's the difference between a million and ten million?"

"No matter how much money, it's just a number."

"You... I can't stand you."

ng Po felt defeated by Yang Fei, stamped her foot again, and then smiled charmingly.

"However, a man like you is really refreshing to see."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, gesturing toward Mad Blade and Fan Yi.

"Nothing fresh about it, my brothers are all like that."

He pointed mysteriously at Fan Yi.

"Guess how much this handso guy is worth?"

Without waiting for ng Po to reply, he raised a finger.

"His net worth is one hundred million, US dollars!"