Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 568 - 569: The Art of War and Being a Person

Uncle Yu had been waiting at Longyuan Villa for Yang Fei for quite so ti.

He brought with him a letter from Xue Mingtai.

In the letter, Xue Mingtai stated that he was in closed-door cultivation, practicing Martial Arts to heal his internal injuries.

He could no longer accompany Yang Fei to the Dragon King Hall.

Xue Mingtai cautioned Yang Fei, saying that the Martial Arts of the Dragon King transcended into holiness.

Yang Fei should not confront the Dragon King head-on unless he was absolutely certain of his ability.

He even asserted that the Dragon King was a man who appreciated talent.

As long as Yang Fei handled his words properly, he wouldn't necessarily have to cross swords with the Dragon King.

"Divine Dragon is capricious, encompassing a single mind; grand enough to soar across the universe, causing great winds and rains, yet as minute as a mustard seed, able to remain hidden without causing even a ripple in water."

"Brother, being a wise man, should understand the way of the Divine Dragon's capricious nature, which is fundantal to a Martial Artist's standing."

Xue Mingtai ended his letter with this piece of advice.

Yang Fei closed Xue Mingtai's letter and fell into deep silence.

Uncle Yu watched the changes in Yang Fei's expression and sighed deeply.

"Young Master Xue insisted that the young master would not heed his advice, and asked to persuade you further."

Yang Fei laughed heartily and lifted his head.

"I appreciate, Brother Ming Tai's kind intentions."

"If the Dragon King is not overly aggressive, I will naturally avoid conflict."

"But as a Martial Artist, I must uphold my dignity; if the Dragon King tries to oppress Lanting Group, I will certainly not sit by idly."

Uncle Yu sighed, "The young master is clever and adaptable, you must know the Art of War states…"

Yang Fei waved his hand to stop Uncle Yu from continuing.

"The Art of War is one thing, being a person is another."

"The actions of the Dragon King Hall align with those of the Golden Buddha; Lanting Group does not wish to descend to their level."

"This trip to the Dragon King Hall is rely to inquire about Martial God, not to submit to the Dragon King Hall."

Uncle Yu knew that it was futile to persuade further.

He sighed, took out a piece of note, and handed it to Yang Fei.

"As Young Master Xue predicted, the young master is a man of inherent pride."

"This is a map personally drawn by Young Master Xue."

"Should you encounter danger at the Dragon King Hall, you can follow this map to retreat."

"At that ti, Young Master Xue will coordinate from the middle to rescue you."

Yang Fei took the map, didn't look at it in detail, and kept it close to him.

He sighed.

"To have such a confidant in life is enough; Yang Fei is truly at a loss as to how to repay Brother Ming Tai's assistance."

Uncle Yu smiled, "Perhaps, this is fate."

"Our Young Master Xue has never treated anyone this way, so please cherish this friendship," he continued.

"Perhaps one day, Young Master Xue will also need sothing from you; please do not hesitate then."

He finished speaking and bowed deeply to Yang Fei.

"I take my leave now, young master, take care."

The old man turned shakily and walked to the door.

Yang Fei did not want to seem neglectful and escorted Uncle Yu to the front door.

He saw a Maybach waiting at the entrance, and a maid ca over, helping Uncle Yu into the car.

The Maybach started its engine, and the car slowly drove down the alley, disappearing into the city's dazzling lights.

Yang Fei stared at the departing silhouette of the Maybach, contemplating the deeper aning in the old man's words.

The old man had made it clear that Xue Mingtai would one day co to ask a significant favor of Yang Fei.

And by his tone, this matter seed to be no small issue.

Yang Fei wondered, with Xue Mingtai's Martial Arts, intelligence, and financial power that rivalled countries,

what could possibly be the problem that he couldn't solve?

Yet, being as righteous as he was, Yang Fei was also not one to be ungrateful.

If there ever ca a day when Yang Fei was capable of helping Xue Mingtai, he would certainly risk life and limb, not shirking from heat or sword.

Yang Fei stood there, dazed for a while, before finally returning to the villa.

The Tibetan Mastiff, Chunzi, shook its head and wagged its tail as it rushed toward Yang Fei.

Yang Fei played with it for a good while before he returned to the grand hall of the villa.

It was still early, and Su Yinxue had not yet co ho.

Lin Xueyi was busy with the business at Lanting Hotel, leaving only Zhang Lifang idly watching television.

Just then, Yang Fei suddenly felt a stir in his heart.

He sensed that above on the second floor, there was an extrely mysterious aura.

The aura was elusive, difficult to detect.

But the danger it concealed made Yang Fei's hair stand on end.

Yang Fei abruptly pushed Zhang Lifang aside, protecting her behind him as he shouted sharply,

"Who's there?"

Soone giggled.

"It seems I've co at a bad ti, disturbing your intimate mont."

On the stairs, a pair of naked feet in high heels slowly descended.

The woman's face was exquisitely sculpted like a lon seed, her long, slightly curled hair falling like a waterfall down her back, its tips dyed purplish-red.

Her seductive expression was precisely tid with her catwalk, her hips gently swaying from side to side.

Her entire body seed to carry an intangible charm, a silent rhythm, waving like ripples on water.

Xiao Xuanya!

Yang Fei imdiately rushed forward in great joy,

"When did you get back? Couldn't you have called so I could pick you up?"

Xiao Xuanya slightly parted her red lips, her charming eyes glancing at Yang Fei with a look that was both reproachful and joyful.

"I just got off the plane. I wanted to surprise you, so I sneaked in... but I didn't expect..."

At this point, she burst into a tinkling laugh and gave Zhang Lifang a deep look.

Zhang Lifang's cheeks burned like fire, but she stood up gracefully.

"Miss Xiao is back, you must be tired from your journey."

The seductiveness of Xiao Xuanya, so deeply ingrained it was practically lethal, wasn't too much to call her a fem fatale.

However, Zhang Lifang held no possessive desire for Yang Fei.

She naturally bore no animosity toward Xiao Xuanya.

Xiao Xuanya also greeted Zhang Lifang.

The two won, long unacquainted, were very intimate.

Although Xiao Xuanya was slightly jealous, her background was from Blood-cloth Tower.

The trade of generations at Blood-cloth Tower was the brothel.

Thus, although she knew about the ambiguous relationship between Yang Fei and Zhang Lifang, she didn't bother to delve too deeply.

In Xiao Xuanya's view, all n were like this.

She held no concept of monogamy.

Suddenly rembering sothing, Xiao Xuanya went upstairs and brought down an LV handbag, handing it to Zhang Lifang,

"I made a trip to Paris and brought back gifts for everyone, one for each."

Zhang Lifang exclaid in delight,

"This pattern is a limited edition; I've always wanted to buy it but couldn't find it in our country. Thank you so much, Miss Xiao."

Xiao Xuanya waved her hand,

"It's nothing, just a courtesy. I've also brought gifts for the other two."

She said, pulling out a purple gold-carved bracelet inlaid with diamonds, and gave a slight smile.

"This one is for Sister Xueyi."

At the sa ti, Xiao Xuanya took out an athyst pendant from another jewelry box and placed it on the table.

"This one is for President Su."

Yang Fei, watching eagerly, queried, "And what about ? What's my gift?"