"Ah!"

Nuannuan's scream nearly deafened Yang Fei's ears.

This little girl had strapped herself tightly with a seatbelt in the passenger seat, but Yang Fei's hair-raising driving still scared her so much her soul was shattered.

Malaxting's car jolted violently, trees and shrubs appeared constantly in front of the windshield and were knocked over by the car, light and shadow in disarray.

Nuannuan's heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Yet Yang Fei continued driving at a steady pace, occasionally turning the steering wheel slightly.

Finally, Malaxting landed safely on a road beneath the highway.

The car had been scraped beyond recognition, the glass shattered, looking utterly miserable.

Yang Fei didn't care in the slightest; with the engine roaring, he didn't even stop and sped forward along the road.

Nuannuan glanced back; countless police cars were surrounding the highway above.

Many policemen were trapped behind iron railings, dumbfoundedly watching this reckless car, their faces full of shock.

Nuannuan, shaken from the fear of the moment of life and death, yet felt thrilled and pleasantly excited.

She extended one hand out of the car window and gave a big middle finger to all the trailing policemen.

Yang Fei laughed heartily; he suddenly discovered a case of whiskey in the back seat of the car and was overjoyed.

He tossed a bottle to Nuannuan, opened one for himself, and guzzled it down his throat.

Nuannuan had just taken a sip and was choked into fits of coughing, tears streaming out.

She covered her nose, unable to stop sniffling, "What kind of crappy booze is this, so nasty!"

Yang Fei couldn't help but laugh heartily, turned on the car stereo, and the wild rhythm of disco music immediately blared out.

Yang Fei drank the strong liquor and sang, speeding forward without slowing down.

Two days later, Yang Fei and Nuannuan re-entered the desert area.

The two abandoned the car and rested for a day in a small town called Aiseye, replenishing water and food supplies.

According to Nuannuan, the headquarters of the Wu Clan's Ancestral Altar is deep within the desert.

A hidden oasis almost isolated from the world, nearly reaching the northern foot of the Gangsi Fandi Mountain Range.

And it was extremely dangerous for Yang Fei and Nuannuan to cross the Death Desert alone.

It was best to find a caravan to travel with, so as to have some safety and also to avoid the eyes and ears of the Wu Clan's Twelve Branches.

Yang Fei agreed with Nuannuan's suggestion, staying in Aiseye Town for a day to find a caravan or armed group to enter the desert together.

At this time, the power of money became apparent.

After paying the cost of twenty thousand US dollars, the leader of a small mercenary group finally agreed to let Yang Fei and Nuannuan join their group.

This small group of mercenaries was heading into the deeper parts of the desert for an unknown purpose, and Yang Fei didn't care to ask.

These guys were just to hide his identity; if Yang Fei wanted to, he could kill the whole group in ten minutes.

The mercenary leader's name was Sha Jin, a sullen big beard, with eyes that were always narrowed, flickering with mysterious light.

His group of mercenaries numbered only forty to fifty, with poor weapons and equipment.

All they had were automatic rifles, and even some old Mauser rifles, with no heavy snipers nor rocket launchers, which was why Yang Fei chose them.

Mercenaries and bounty hunters making a living in the desert had no moral code; survival of the fittest was the truth everyone adhered to.

So, Yang Fei gladly gave Sha Jin twenty thousand US dollars.

Not because Sha Jin could protect Yang Fei and Nuannuan, but because Yang Fei could easily subdue this bunch of hyena-like guys.

On the third day, Sha Jin's mercenaries set out into the desert from Aiseye Town.

Sha Jin didn't tell Yang Fei the purpose of the mercenaries' journey, and of course, Yang Fei and Nuannuan wouldn't tell Sha Jin their travel plans.

Sha Jin's mercenaries had a herd of camels, but the camels were just for carrying supplies and weapons.

Yang Fei asked Sha Jin for a camel for Nuannuan to ride, while it also carried their tent and backpacks.

Though Sha Jin was sullen, he was quite honest for the sake of US dollars.

He kept his men in line, and no one came to disturb Yang Fei and Nuannuan.

However, several men's eyes roved over Nuannuan's body and face, like hungry wolves.

Yang Fei knew things wouldn't be that simple.

For these rough men, who live with blood on their blades in the desert, tender Nuannuan was like a little lamb, just as flies see blood.

On the first day, the group traveled over a hundred miles through endless yellow sand, with Sha Jin finding a leeward dune to set up camp.

Yang Fei and Nuannuan also pitched their tent about eight hundred meters away from the camp.

At dinner, the camp cook brought food over.

This greasy-handed guy carried some cooked food over, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Nuannuan.

Nuannuan, displeased, glared at him, but Yang Fei gave her a slight glance, making Nuannuan immediately fall silent.

The camp cook bowed to Yang Fei and then left their tent.

As soon as the cook left, Nuannuan spat in disgust.

"If it weren't for using these trash to hide our identities, I would have gouged out that dog servant's eyes."

Yang Fei laughed heartily and comforted Nuannuan.

"That's easy, just imagine him as a handsome prince and you'll feel different. For instance, just think of them as me?"

Nuannuan pretended to gag.

"If I see him as you, wouldn't I pass out from vomit, gege."

The little girl's voice was like silver bells, Yang Fei found it both amusing and awkward.

This little girl had a mouth that could poison someone to death.

Yang Fei tested the food with a silver needle to ensure it was not poisoned, then let Nuannuan eat.

After their dinner, night gradually fell.

Nuannuan looked at the single tent, somewhat troubled.

"Uncle, how do we sleep? The tent is so cramped."

Yang Fei mischievously smiled, "Easy, uncle will hug you to sleep, how about that?"

"Pfft, shameless!"

Nuannuan was immediately flustered, spat at Yang Fei, and brandished a dagger at him.

"If you dare do anything, you're dead."

Yang Fei rolled his eyes at her, "Don't use that little knife, it won't work on me."

Remembering Yang Fei's profound Kung Fu, Nuannuan was flustered.

She crossed her arms over her chest, pitifully saying,

"Uncle, I'm still young. How about I marry you when I grow up?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily, "Forget it, I have no interest in little buns."

With that, he took out the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army and left the tent, sitting cross-legged outside.

He infused Essence Qi into the Heavy Sword and thrust it into the ground about ten meters from the tent, then hung his hat on the sword.

This method was a universal warning, like a predator releasing a fierce aura to mark its territory.

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