Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 758 - 767: The VIP of Dragon Gate

The assassins that suddenly appeared were not to be trifled with, a group likely consisting of formidable warriors who had been through numerous battles.

However, in Ye Fei's eyes, they were no different from ants. A holder of the Slaughter Physique and a terrifying cultivation at the peak of the Golden Core, his combat power was incomparably fearsome.

Whoosh, a blade flashed beneath an assassin's neck, and with a hiss, a spray of blood soared into the air.

Ye Fei's eyes instantly turned redder, brimming with murderous intent. He had a natural sensitivity to blood. The sight of it made him heady with the urge to kill. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"A bunch of scum daring to block Brother Ye's path, die!"

Ye Fei's figured flashed, his knife horizontally held, and with a fierce sweep, whoosh, a long and dazzling blade light flashed by, decapitating nearly a dozen assassins at once.

Gurgle gurgle, heads rolled to the ground, and seeing this, the other assassins were filled with unspeakable terror, concentrating all their firepower on Ye Fei.

Tap tap tap, bullets sprayed insanely, like a dragon of fire, bombarding furiously onto Ye Fei's body.

Regrettably, these terrifying bullets that could snatch away lives were now eerily suspended in midair, frozen before Ye Fei.

Buzz!

Ye Fei glared fiercely, stomped his foot, and soared into the air like the Roc, his knife slicing horizontally. His body began to twist madly.

The speed was swift, like a spinning top on a deadly spree, but this top brought forth brilliant and bizarre sprays of blood.

Three minutes later, Ye Fei, holding a blood-drenched knife, stood still, his face indifferent—as if the hundred or so corpses on the ground were mere ants.

The members of the gang, witnessing Ye Fei's godlike slaughter, felt their scalps tingle, sensing a chill, even though they were not the enemies.

Five minutes later, the gang members had cleaned up the scene thoroughly, and then the cars continued on their way, driving forward.

The Caesar Hotel, the only five-star hotel in Dragon City, is where Ye Ling and others had checked into several rooms and settled down.

Ye Ling thought it over and decided to capture that so-called Dyer. By now, it was a critical moment of killing rather than letting go.

It was necessary to pull out the mastermind behind the scenes, or else, even if everything was resolved, problems would keep arising.

When weeding, one must remove the roots. This was something Ye Ling naturally knew without anyone else saying.

In the evening, at an ordinary nightclub, Ye Ling, Ouyang Zhennan, Ye Fei, and Ao Hongchen walked in. The place was crowded, buzzing with restless music, inducing everyone to twist their bodies wildly.

Ye Ling and the others took a spot and sat down. Ouyang Zhennan's eyes scanned the crowd, then suddenly lit up, his face breaking into a cold smile as he pointed at the curly blond-haired foreigner dancing in the midst of the dance floor.

"That's Dyer. Our Huaxia nicknames him 'Know-It-All,' proving his information is very reliable and extensive," Ouyang Zhennan said slowly. Ye Ling nodded, "Ye Fei, take this guy back. Anyone who dares to stop us, just kill them."

Hearing the word 'kill,' Ye Fei's eyes immediately flared again, his restless heart exceedingly fervent.

Ye Fei slowly made his way through the crowd, reached the dancing Dyer, and straightforwardly grabbed him by the collar to leave.

"F*ck! Who are you, damn it, you really..., do you know who I am? Let go of me!"

"Bastard, bastard! Let me go, or else I'll have you killed!"

Dyer was delighted, he was now in Dragon City, where he could be said to hold a distinguished position, even those haughty old geezers in Dragon Gate showed him great respect.

But all of a sudden, someone grabbed his collar and started dragging him crazily towards the outside without saying a word.

"Bastard! Who the hell are you, a yellow-skinned Huaxia? Do you have any idea where this is? This is Dragon Gate's headquarters, are you looking for death?"

"Oh sir, let me go, why are you doing this without any reason? Could it be because I slept with your woman?"

Dyer struggled frantically, but sadly, as an ordinary person, how could he possibly break free from Ye Fei's grasp, like a strong person dragging a little grasshopper, no matter how he leaped about.

Noticing this sudden commotion, in an instant, more than a dozen burly men rushed over from around the bar, all of them towering and all Huaxia.

"My friend, this is Dragon Gate's territory, what you're doing, isn't it a bit inappropriate? Moreover, Mr. Dyer is an honored guest of our Dragon Gate!"

"Let him go at once, or we won't be nice!"

The group of Dragon Gate's burly men all hurriedly exclaimed, and those people who were dancing in the dance floor also stopped, each of them discussing.

"Good heavens, has this guy gone mad? This is Dragon City, you know, even those mafia folks don't dare to make trouble here."

"Yes, yes, I'm telling you, Jack, I bet a hundred Dollar this guy is going to have an extremely wretched death, do you believe it?"

"Nonsense! I'll bet you five hundred Dollar. I know for sure he's toast, oh right, to use the Huaxia language, that's called 'kicking the bucket.'"

Ye Fei outright ignored the group of burly men before him and continued walking forward indifferently, with Dyer struggling wildly in his grasp.

"Sir! I'm saying this for the last time, let go of Mr. Dyer right now, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

Suddenly, a brawny man stepped forward to block Ye Fei's path, but what met him was a dazzling flash of a knife, and the next moment, he was clutching his throat in terror as he stumbled backward.

Blood seeped through the gaps between his fingers, as he felt air forcefully escaping the wound in his throat.

With a thud, the man collapsed to the ground, eyes bulging with disbelief, unwilling to close in death, unable to accept that someone had dared to lay hands on a Dragon Gate member in Dragon City!

"Bastards! Brothers, kill this asshole!"

Instantly, more than a dozen brawny men charged forward, with shiny daggers appearing in their hands, sparking exclamations of shock from the onlookers.

Bloodshed, murder; this changed the nature of the event. The first thought in many people's minds was that this bald guy had really stirred up trouble!

Whoosh, whoosh, two more strikes, and two more brawny men laid on the ground, helplessly twitching their legs as their life force rapidly drained from their bodies.

"Bastard! Who on earth are you? This is Dragon City! Do you know Dragon Gate? Mr. Dyer is our honored guest of Dragon Gate! Honored guest!"

A brawny man yelled in fear, knowing they couldn't afford the consequences if anything happened to Dyer.

The music also stopped, and the entire bar was now silent.

"He's an honored guest of Dragon Gate? Why didn't I know that?"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, and a lean figure stood up, entering everyone's field of vision.