The battered Jeep had just rushed two kilometers out when a wheel suddenly flew off, causing the Jeep to flip over with a loud crash.

At the moment the Jeep flipped, Yang Fei grabbed Sang En and vaulted out from the front passenger seat.

Unfortunately, the Scorpion King wasn't so lucky; his head slammed heavily against the side of the vehicle, rendering him unconscious.

Yang Fei opened the back door of the Jeep, hoisted the Scorpion King onto his shoulder, and quickly fled with Sang En.

At this moment, Sang En was completely won over by Yang Fei.

To Sang En, the Scorpion King was a man capable of controlling anyone's life or death.

Yet, Yang Fei dared to storm in with just a worn-out Jeep and forcefully demolished the Scorpion King's stronghold.

What made Sang En feel honored was that he actually took part in it. If this story got out, Sang En would immediately become a legendary superhero.

Every man has a superhero dream when they're young, and Sang En was no exception.

What he never expected was that, after reaching thirty, he would actually become the superhero he had imagined.

Sharp police sirens echoed throughout Mikalo City.

A large force of riot police rushed to the Scorpion King's villa area, sealing the scene and checking for terrorists in turn.

Not far away, a taxi sped over.

Yang Fei suddenly stretched out his hand to stop it, and the taxi made an emergency stop, emitting a piercing braking noise and halting right in front of Yang Fei.

The driver stuck out his head and began cursing in the local dialect.

However, when he saw the blood-covered Yang Fei and the possibly dead Scorpion King on Yang Fei's shoulder, the remaining string of curses was swallowed back down.

Yang Fei flashed a handgun, forcing the driver and a passenger out of the car.

He casually tossed the driver a wad of US Dollars from his bag, then stuffed the Scorpion King into the back seat and drove off with Sang En.

The taxi driver picked up the money from the ground, counted it, and instantly turned his anger into joy.

This amount was enough for him to buy two taxis, a considerable windfall.

Not far away, Yang Fei and Sang En were driving the taxi at breakneck speed, rushing out of town before the police arrived.

Yang Fei stopped the car at the edge of the desert, less than fifty kilometers from Mikalo City.

At this moment, Sang En was resigned to his fate and had completely become Yang Fei's lackey.

Using both push and pull, he got the Scorpion King out of the car and, without hesitation, urinated on his head.

The Scorpion King shuddered, slowly coming to his senses.

As soon as he laid eyes on Yang Fei, he shivered and suddenly bolted away.

The Scorpion King had met countless strong people in his life, but had never encountered someone so terrifying.

His stronghold was heavily guarded, hiding the most elite warriors of his organization.

Yet, this force of fifty guards was completely wiped out by Yang Fei in less than five minutes.

The immense fear left the Scorpion King dazed, and he instinctively wanted to get as far away as possible from Yang Fei.

Yang Fei let out a sly laugh, kicked up a clod of sand with his toe, and shot it out, hitting the Scorpion King right in the back of the knee.

The Scorpion King stumbled and fell to the ground, and Sang En immediately pounced on him, showering him with punches.

Sang En was just a little nobody who lived by fawning over the Scorpion King and enduring his filthiness.

Never in his wildest dreams did he think he could one day justly pummel the Scorpion King, landing every punch and kick with precision on the Scorpion King's vital spots.

Yang Fei smiled and did not stop Sang En.

The Scorpion King screamed in agony, clutching his head, bending over with his legs clamped, rolling around on the ground.

When Sang En had enough, Yang Fei waved his hand, "That's enough, I have some questions for him."

Yang Fei looked coldly at the swollen Scorpion King, his voice chillingly frigid.

"Listen carefully, I'll ask a question, and you'll answer. If you dare lie, I will cut off your fingers one by one."

As he spoke, Sang En brandished a dagger, firmly pressing it against the Scorpion King's left hand, the sharp blade poised against the Scorpion King's fingers.

Utterly terrified, the Scorpion King's mental collapse, coupled with Sang En's ferocious beating, left him with no courage to resist.

Yang Fei pronounced each word distinctly, "Who instructed you to have me followed?"

Listening to Yang Fei's impeccable English, the Scorpion King lowered his head in fear, "It was the god..."

Yang Fei's face darkened immediately, letting out a cold snort.

Instantly, Sang En slashed down with the dagger, severing the Scorpion King's left ring finger from his body.

The Scorpion King let out a horrific scream, beads of sweat as big as soybeans dripping down, his body struggling desperately, but Sang En held him down firmly.

This time, he learned his lesson; before Yang Fei could ask another question, he yelled out,

"It was the Heavenly Fire Sect's envoy, they gave us a photo, and ordered us to watch the airport day and night, reporting immediately if we saw anyone resembling the person in the photo."

Yang Fei had already suspected as much, but hearing the Scorpion King mention the Heavenly Fire Sect's name still elicited a cold snort from him.

"Then, where is the Heavenly Fire Sect's envoy?"

The Scorpion King was in so much pain that his face turned waxy-yellow, his teeth gritted in agony.

"The Heavenly Fire Sect's envoy is very mysterious; I don't know. But the orders I received came from Count Hausen."

Sang En was startled, "Count Hausen? How is he involved?"

Seeing Sang En's reaction, Yang Fei realized this Count Hausen was no simple figure and asked, "Who is Count Hausen?"

Sang En glared at the Scorpion King, "Count Hausen is one of the most untouchable big shots in Aiji."

"Many people would rather provoke the President of Aiji than offend Hausen. He dominated Aiji's underworld for over thirty years with a vast armed force."

"Even the government doesn't dare easily mess with him. The former president even granted him the title of 'Earl' to win his favor."

Yang Fei was surprised. This Count Hausen seemed to be a Great Owl of the Imperial.

With the prowess of an underworld Great Owl forcing the government to yield, such skill and power are certainly intimidating.

Sang En looked at the Scorpion King with disdain.

"So, I think this guy is lying, deliberately making you provoke Count Hausen, leading you into trouble."

"No, I swear by the name of god, what I said is absolutely true."

Upon hearing this, the Scorpion King was anxious, his face red as he swore oaths.

Yang Fei pondered for a moment. Given the Wu Clan's ways, it was indeed likely they might recruit such a prominent figure as Hausen.

Regardless of whether the Scorpion King was telling the truth, Yang Fei felt it necessary to probe further.

Moreover, Yang Fei had a vague feeling that this Heavenly Fire Sect might well be the Fire Tribe, also known as the Fire Gate, one of the Twelve Branches of the Wu Clan.

Although the names differ, they all likely belong to the same force.

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