"Young Master, please stop." The man with glasses behind him was already close to Fang Zhiyi like a ghost. "There are over 200 masters inside and outside the Dragon King Palace. I'm afraid the dragon envoy under your command is just an ordinary one among them."
Fang Zhiyi raised his elbow and struck back, but his glasses easily blocked the blow. "Even though your skills have improved a lot, there are so many people here. Even if the three of you were tied together, you wouldn't be enough to fight them. I'm doing this for your own good. Young Master, just surrender and wait for your punishment. The Dragon King will still consider your father-in-law relationship."
Just as he finished speaking, an explosion was heard outside.
Glasses was a little stunned.
His spies had already investigated and found that Fang Zhiyi had indeed only brought two people to Country J. In fact, apart from the three of them, everyone else on this flight were ordinary tourists.
"Who told you there were only three of us?"
"Impossible. Even China wouldn't send anyone to mess with you, would it? Crossing the border would be like provoking a war."
Fang Zhiyi frowned. He didn't expect that their level of infiltration was so high!
He suddenly smiled and said, "So the people outside are not Chinese."
As the door was knocked open, a stern man stood at the door with his hands behind his back, followed by several foreigners holding guns.
"Brother Fang, I'm here as promised. Am I not late?"
Fang Zhiyi happily said, "No, no."
The old Dragon King looked at him for a long time before finally leaving his throne. "Are you the God of War who has recently gained fame in the west?"
The God of War gave him a cold look, which was considered as his agreement.
"Everyone under the command of the God of War only does things for money. No matter how much he gives, our Dragon King Palace can pay double." The old Dragon King found that things were a little out of control.
The God of War shook his head: "I won't charge for this order. I owe Brother Fang a favor."
Money is a small problem, but favors are hard to repay!
When the man with glasses was stunned, Fang Zhiyi grabbed his neck and said, "By the way, I don't like the look in your eyes."
Glasses was shocked and tried to break free by exerting his inner strength, but he found that the young master in front of him seemed to be much more powerful than he had guessed, even... comparable to the old Dragon King!
After a few punches, the man with glasses fell limply to the ground. Two mercenaries came up and dragged him away immediately. Long Liu and Long Jiu joined forces to stop the cloaked man. Although they were at a disadvantage, the two of them still clung to him tightly.
"Arrogant!" The old Dragon King finally couldn't sit still anymore.
"Damn, your voice reminds me of an old friend." Fang Zhiyi cursed, and the God of War suddenly said, "Brother Fang, can you let me fight him once? I've heard of the Dragon King Palace's great name for a long time, but I've never had the chance to see it in person."
Fang Zhiyi felt relieved and made a "please" gesture in a very gentlemanly manner.
Seeing the War God and the old Dragon King fighting, one was domineering and fierce, the other was mysterious and changeable, Fang Zhiyi asked the War God's younger brother for an automatic rifle, raised the gun and fired three bursts at Long Liu.
The calculation was very good. Long Liu just moved away, and the three shots hit the cloaked man, and there was a sound of metal clanging!
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