Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 631 - 632: An Outrageous Trap

Wang Hui's mission was to assassinate the Qingng King, Damudo, and then take his place.

Staring at the Mongolian yurt in the darkness, Wang Hui was expressionless.

He waved his hand, and a group of people charged toward the yurt like ravenous wolves.

Their target was the largest yurt.

It was common knowledge that this was Damudo's dwelling.

Two martial artists tumbled forward, lifting the curtain of the yurt.

Wang Hui did a forward roll, rolling into the yurt.

In his hand, he held a dagger that glinted coldly in the night.

Wang Hui was a master of the Transforming Energy Yellow Grade.

And his companions were also Dark Energy Masters.

With such a fierce force against a lone Damudo, it was bound to be infallibly successful.

Inside the yurt, there was a soft carpet.

And at the very eastern end, the bedding was bulging high, clearly Damudo was fast asleep.

Without hesitation, Wang Hui dived forward, the dagger stabbing fiercely into the bulging part of the bedding.

Clang!

Wang Hui's dagger snapped in two with a crack.

The object inside the bedding could never possibly be a person.

Wang Hui retreated in shock, kicking out at the sa ti.

The object inside the bedding was sent flying by his kick.

Taking flight, it turned out to be a petrol drum.

The worst part was that the mouth of the petrol drum was open.

A large amount of petrol splashed out, soaking both Wang Hui and his companions from head to toe.

Wang Hui's face turned pale with fright.

At the corner of his eye, he noticed that around the yurt were various flammable items like sulfur and kindling.

"Retreat!"

Without hesitation, Wang Hui quickly backed away.

But then a trendous thud sounded from behind him, and an enormous fist aid at his back.

Feeling a chill in his heart, Wang Hui turned and took the punch.

There was Damudo, his rugged face full of malicious glee.

In his hand, a lighter was producing a tuft of bright yellow fla.

"Don't..."

Upon seeing this, Wang Hui felt as if he had seen a ghost, with a heart full of dread, dashed forward desperately.

Damudo chuckled sinisterly, thrusting out a punch and blocking Wang Hui.

He threw the lighter in his hand into the yurt.

Almost simultaneously.

The ambushing people outside threw seven or eight burning lighters into the yurt.

Boom!

The carpet and bedding soaked in petrol caught fire instantly.

The most terrifying thing was that Wang Hui's lower body, drenched in petrol, also burst into flas.

His accomplices were also splashed with petrol.

Now, all of them were ablaze, quickly turning into human torches.

Boom!

Burn after burn kindled the explosion of the petrol drums.

The fierce blast lifted the top of the yurt off its fra.

Wang Hui and his n were blasted out.

The attackers, engulfed in flas, rolled on the ground, screaming in agony.

Damudo rushed over with a sinister laugh.

He grabbed Wang Hui by the neck and with a twist, snapped his neck.

Wang Hui's screams cut off abruptly.

His eyes bulged, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth.

Damudo's other companions also charged in.

Ard with daggers and iron rods, they struck at the assassins rolling on the ground, onsailed by flas.

In less than ten minutes, Wang Hui and his n were wiped out to the last man.

Damudo looked over the charred bodies strewn across the ground and waved his hand.

"Bury these n, and report our victory to Lord Tiger Owl."

The sa scene unfolded on a black canopy boat in Zhejiang Province.

The black canopy boat glided down the gentle river.

In the midst of the night on the river, the lights of fishing boats twinkled, picturesque and charming.

Suddenly, a motorboat approached from the opposite direction, its engine chugging loudly.

Just as the two boats passed each other,

five or six burly n leapt from the motorboat onto the black canopy boat, rushing inside.

Boom!

Inside the black canopy boat, many compressed anhydrous ammonia cylinders exploded.

The blast wave from the explosion sent the n who had boarded the black canopy boat flying, their flesh torn as they were thrown into the water.

...

All night long, the lights were on at the 30th floor of the Zhonghai Origin Life Science Research Co., Ltd. building.

Professor Chen was still wearing his white lab coat.

His glasses lent him an air of scholarly refinent and grace.

At this mont, he was in the laboratory's lounge, carefully making tea.

The tea was exquisite, as was the water.

The bright yellow, clear tea poured endlessly from the spout of the dragon and phoenix teapot, like the continuous trickle of a spring.

Miao Yifeng sat across from him, his expression grave.

That night, the Heavenly Demon Alliance suffered an unprecedented severe blow.

The experts sent out across the provinces had almost all walked into deadly traps.

It seed as if the people from Dragon King Hall had known the Heavenly Demon Alliance's plans all along.

They had laid traps for each Tianyao squad that were hair-raising to contemplate.

Of the Tianyao squads that went out, not many of the experts returned unscathed.

Most were either injured or maid, with heavy casualties.

That night, the Heavenly Demon Alliance had lost at least half of its experts.

Most of these fallen experts were dangerous criminals wanted by the General Police Departnt.

Operating underground for many years without ID cards or registered households, their deaths would not raise any official alarm.

It was only now that Professor Chen and Miao Yifeng truly realized how terrifying Yang Fei was.

Yang Fei's Martial Arts Realm might not be on par with Professor Chen and Miao Yifeng.

But he had managed to use Chen Yu to lure the snake out of its hole.

Across more than ten provinces, he had launched a wide-scale attack against the hitherto hidden mbers of the Heavenly Demon Alliance.

Such ntal ttle and strategy were simply monstrous!

What was most frightening was the mysterious elder standing behind him.

The elder nad Afu had managed to hold back Miao Yifeng's long knife with just one finger.

For Professor Chen and Miao Yifeng, this was the truly earth-shattering bad news.

Who could possibly stand against such a person?

Miao Yifeng watched Professor Chen calmly make tea and couldn't help but sigh.

No one understood Professor Chen better than Miao Yifeng.

Even if the sky fell, the unfathomable Professor Chen's heart was like still water, never disturbed.

But now, he actually needed to stabilize his emotions by making tea.

It was clear how deeply these continuous strikes had shaken Professor Chen's tranquil heart.

Professor Chen made tea three tis, tasting it each ti, only to pour it away.

Finally, after making tea for the last ti, he nodded in satisfaction.

He slowly poured the tea into a sky-clearing blue porcelain bowl and placed it in front of Miao Yifeng.

"My tea artistry has improved lately. Brother Yifeng, try my handiwork."

Miao Yifeng picked up the bowl and took a gentle sip.

He found the tea's fragrance refreshing, soothing to the heart and mind, and couldn't help but sigh.

"The greatest happiness in life is to taste the tea made by the professor."

With that sip of tea, Miao Yifeng felt that Professor Chen's heart had returned to calmness once again.

Professor Chen smiled modestly and shook his hand.

"Brother Yifeng is too kind. Tea can clear the heart."

"I'm rely using the process of brewing tea to calm my mind."

"When the mind is disturbed, the tea will taste off."

"In your opinion, Brother Yifeng, has my heart cald down?"

Miao Yifeng nodded.

"The tea tastes pure and sweet, and one's heart is as calm as water — a fine tea, professor."

Professor Chen put down the teapot and exhaled deeply.

"Now, let's talk about that peerless expert you encountered."