Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1989 - 1990: Is It That Important?

Yang Fei and Milan looked at the man together.

They saw the man dressed in a black tailcoat, slightly chubby, smiling, seemingly a client manager.

Yang Fei and Milan were sowhat disappointed.

However, since soone had already reserved the private room, they both stood up, preparing to leave.

The client manager saw Yang Fei and Milan cooperating with his work and continuously thanked them.

At that mont, a burly big man walked into the private room, glared at Yang Fei, and cursed.

"Fatty, hurry up, our Young Master will be here soon."

"If you delay his matters today, be careful or you'll get your legs broken."

Hearing this, Yang Fei sensed sothing was off.

He imdiately stopped, his face darkened, and looked at the client manager.

"Be honest with , what's going on here?"

The client manager was sweating profusely, stamring as he explained to Yang Fei.

"This... this..."

Seeing this scene, Milan also understood sowhat, her face covered with a frosty expression as she sneered coldly.

"Manager, everything should be first co, first served. Is this Blue Charm bullying custors because of its size?"

The client manager, with a bitter face, cautiously glanced at the big man but dared not speak further.

Yang Fei and Milan noticed.

There was a clear palm print on the big man's face, with swollen finger marks, and his lips were cracked.

Yang Fei's face darkened, he turned to look at the big man.

"Today, Fatty Master will eat here. Even Heavenly King can't control, feel free to do whatever you want."

When the big man heard this, he beca furious instantly.

The already fearso and grim expression beca even more sinister.

"Fatty, be careful of inviting trouble with your words. If you don't leave today, there might be no good outco for you."

Yang Fei laughed out loud.

"The worse the outco, the more interesting it is. I want to see what you all can do to Fatty Master?"

Yang Fei has never been soone looking for trouble, but if others provoke him, he would never be the one to let things slide.

The big man, angry beyond belief, swung his palm, as big as a fan, towards Yang Fei.

"In that case, let , the master, teach you how to behave."

He said, lunging at Yang Fei, with a drafty slap aiming for his face.

Milan, watching from the side, couldn't help but frown, her eyes fierce.

Milan was never a weak girl; she despised such evil people even more than Yang Fei did.

As the big man's palm was about to hit Yang Fei's face, Milan kicked up, aiming straight for the big man's abdon.

Bam!

A dull thud echoed as Milan's kick landed.

The big man's abdon was hit, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Coincidentally, outside the private room was a large aquatic display tank.

The big man sailed through the air and fell directly into the tank, splashing water everywhere.

Yang Fei couldn't help but clap and laugh.

Milan was also a Gangjin Master; her punches and kicks were sothing ordinary people couldn't withstand.

The big man floundered in the fish tank, finally grabbing the edge and poking out a wet head.

With water plants hanging on his head, he looked ridiculously funny.

With this, all the dining guests in the hall were alard.

Everyone watched, laughing and causing a ruckus.

"What's all the noise!"

At this mont, a cold voice spread across the entire hall.

Yang Fei had a thought; the voice wasn't loud, yet it was filled with incomparable penetration power.

This indicated that the voice's owner was a Martial Arts Master, and the realm was not low.

He turned to see the person, noticing a quiet young man walking over, surrounded by a group of people.

The young man had a thin face, wearing a pair of gold-rimd glasses.

However, the eyes behind the glasses sparkled with Essence Qi, extrely sharp.

Behind the young man were four bodyguards, whose Qi-Blood was strong, their footsteps steady, evidently masters as well.

Yang Fei squinted his eyes, thinking from experience that this guy was another Young Master Dog.

In the Doomsday World, material resources were very scarce. People who could afford bodyguards in these days must be either rich or noble.

Milan, seeing this person at a glance, turned pale.

"This guy might be from one of the Federation's Five Great Families, we better be careful."

Yang Fei humd dismissively.

"Even the Marshal of the Armored Army, we fought, could these people compare to generals commanding heavy troops?"

"Don't be afraid, eat when you need to, drink when you must."

The scholarly young man walked up to Yang Fei.

He glanced at the captain rank on Yang Fei's military uniform, then sneered disdainfully.

"So, it's a rookie soldier from Sai Enshi Academy. Didn't your instructor teach you to recognize people?"

Yang Fei looked the scholarly young man over, coldly responding.

"Our instructor didn't teach us to recognize people, but he did teach us how to look at dogs, Young Master Dog!"

This ti, anger flashed on the scholarly young man's face: "Who are you calling a dog?"

Yang Fei raised his nose to the sky, arrogantly looking at the young man.

"Whoever responds is the one. Not convinced? Bite ?"

The scholarly young man was so angry he laughed coldly.

"Interesting, interesting, I've never seen sothing so ignorant of life and death like you."

He said, stepping back and waving his hand, commanding the four bodyguards.

"Break his hands and feet for , then tear his mouth apart."

"Yes!"

The four bodyguards shouted a thunderous acknowledgnt.

The four bodyguards finished speaking, walked into the private room, and surrounded Yang Fei.

A big man with a birthmark on his face looked at Yang Fei with a sinister grin.

"Fatty, are you going to break your own limbs, or do you want us to help you?"

Yang Fei indifferently looked at the four n, letting out a long sigh.

"Fatty Master was just enjoying a al, yet you've spoiled it. This account must be settled."

He said, standing up, stretching his hands, his eyes gradually turning icy.

"Alright, co at ."

The four n surrounded Yang Fei, seeing his extraordinary deanor, they hesitated to attack.

The young man with gold-rimd glasses shouted: "Everyone, go for it."

Just as the young man's words finished, a calm and distant voice ca from not far away.

"Douglas, I want to know who gave you the courage to attack my brother."

The young man with gold-rimd glasses, known as Douglas.

To Douglas, the voice was incredibly familiar, making him look around.

Douglas turned to see a man in uniform, looking at him with eyes full of mockery.

The man was extrely handso, but a scar marked his left cheek.

Seeing this man, Douglas's face changed drastically.

"Young Master Nan... why are you here so early?"

The young man looked at Douglas calmly.

"Does it matter if it's early or late?"

This young man was Nan Yan, the son of the Duke of Southern Road.