Chapter 1602 - 1603: Utterly Convinced
Shui Rou looked at Yang Fei indifferently.
"Now it's my turn to ask you, who exactly are you? What are your intentions in Li Wang Town?"
"Bridge is bridge, road is road, we'd better make things clear to avoid misunderstandings."
Yang Fei looked at her playfully: "Aren't you afraid I'm someone sent by the Sang Nation Military?"
Shui Rou sneered coldly, displaying a calmness that suggested everything was under her control.
"Afraid, of course, afraid, which is why your every move is under our control. This Miss Xiao Xuanya's residence has more than a squad of soldiers guarding it."
At this point, her gentle eyes became extremely cold, radiating a flourishing heroic spirit.
If you dare to do anything detrimental to Li Wang Town, you will regret your actions."
Yang Fei couldn't help but chuckle wryly.
He hadn't expected the Red Shirt Army's influence in Li Island to be so significant.
The Red Shirt Army hadn't designated anyone to track him, otherwise, they would never escape Yang Fei's perception, yet the entire Li Island was filled with their eyes and ears.
Yang Fei looked at Shui Rou faintly, a hint of mockery on his face.
"So, you blush at every turn, get shy at every moment, all of this is just an act."
Shui Rou looked at Yang Fei calmly, but a slight blush appeared on her cheeks again.
"Only like this can I make you lower your defenses, get close to you. Who would reject a pure and gentle girl approaching them?"
Yang Fei inhaled sharply, then put on a mournful face.
"How wicked, you've toyed with the feelings of this naive man, I despise you all."
Shui Rou snorted, her cold eyes and blushing cheeks forming a sharp contrast.
Her hand slowly raised, revealing a large-caliber Desert Eagle from her sleeve.
Shui Rou aimed her jet-black gun barrel at Yang Fei.
"I'm sorry, for the safety of the Red Shirt Army, I have to temporarily arrest you."
"If you really aren't a bad person, I'll naturally release you after the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament."
Yang Fei grinned, spreading his hands.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to point a gun at someone's head when talking? It's so rude!"
As he spoke, his figure suddenly moved towards Shui Rou, like a wisp of black smoke, as fast as lightning.
Shui Rou's speed wasn't slow either. She rapidly retreated with her feet while fiercely pulling the trigger.
Bang!
A gunshot sounded, the bullet whistled out.
At this moment, Shui Rou felt a sudden pain in her left hand holding the gun, and the pistol had already been snatched away.
Meanwhile, her cheek was kissed, the warm breath causing her earlobe to itch and her body to feel a bit limp.
In the face of life and death, Shui Rou didn't dare to slack off, she rolled forward and sprang ahead, immediately revealing a dagger.
Her figure was extremely agile, her forward roll as standard as a military textbook, possessing a spirited beauty.
Who would have thought that gentle as water Shui Rou, would turn out to be so formidable when engaging physically?
Shui Rou turned around, holding her dagger across her chest, leaning forward, half-squatting on the ground.
A powerful curve emerged from her entire waist and hips, like an American Panther on the hunt.
At the same time, Essence Qi rose from her whole body, revealing her as a Great Grandmaster of Core Formation to Divine Communication.
Yang Fei stood lazily in front of Shui Rou, taking a deep, intoxicated breath.
"Tsk tsk, she's fragrant, Shui Rou, I didn't expect you to be such a spicy woman, I like it."
"Shut up, I'll kill you."
Shui Rou, blushing from Yang Fei's kiss, felt both shame and anger, though she wasn't provoked.
She rolled over again, charging at Yang Fei, her dagger emitting a sharp whistling sound, slicing towards the major artery on Yang Fei's left neck.
Yang Fei raised his eyebrows, silently activated the True Martial Forbidden Area.
Shui Rou's body froze mid-air, as if suddenly turned to ice, remaining suspended.
Yang Fei stepped forward, grabbed her dagger, and casually swatted her firm, rounded buttocks.
Shui Rou exclaimed, her whole body flying out like a kite with a broken string.
She rolled and half-kneeled on the ground, reaching out with her left hand to press somewhere. Suddenly, there was the sound of two arrows whooshing forward.
Two crossbow arrows shot towards Yang Fei like lightning, their heads reeking, evidently poisoned.
Yang Fei felt a slight shock.
Shui Rou's Martial Arts Realm was insignificant to Yang Fei.
However, this little minx was extremely vicious in combat, with a wide array of tricks, catching one completely off guard. She was indeed a first-class assassin.
Yang Fei quickly dipped his head to evade the two crossbow arrows.
Shui Rou suddenly lowered her head, from beneath the nape of her neck came the bow, firing three crossbow arrows again, forming a triangle sealing Yang Fei's escape path.
Yang Fei casually beckoned, the three crossbow arrows fell into his palm as if they were obedient dogs.
In the distance, Shui Rou looked with trepidation.
Her three crossbow arrows were fired with compressed air power, comparable to ordinary bullets.
But Yang Fei casually caught the arrows, his power truly astonishing, with keen wrist and eye strength.
Facing such an opponent, Shui Rou knew victory was unattainable, she suddenly flipped backwards, escaping towards the courtyard door.
Yang Fei let out a long whistle, the crossbow arrows were directly shot out.
"Hey, please take your belongings with you."
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Three crossbow arrows, with a piercing shriek, shot towards Shui Rou.
Shui Rou's face turned pale with fright, Yang Fei's casual throw had far greater power than what the compressed air power arrows could deliver.
The arrows sped like lightning; the sound barely reached ears before the arrows were upon them.
Shui Rou's face showed despair.
At such close range, evading the three arrows was exceedingly difficult for Shui Rou.
As long as a poisoned arrow pierced the skin even slightly, this biological toxin from India's tropical jungle would immediately claim Shui Rou's life.
At this moment, the three crossbow arrows suddenly collided together, finally exploding in the air like fireworks, shooting off in different directions.
Shui Rou closed her eyes in shock.
When she opened them, she found her left sleeve pinned by an arrow, while another was stuck in the inside of her right thigh.
The third arrow had pierced into Shui Rou's hair, her scalp feeling chill, that was the sharp metal arrowhead against her skin.
At that, Shui Rou was utterly convinced.
She had practiced this crossbow skill for over a decade, yet couldn't compare to Yang Fei in the slightest.
Yang Fei looked at her nonchalantly.
"How's it? Are you convinced yet?"
Shui Rou, with her cheek kissed and her buttocks inadvertently struck, felt the shame and anger festering inside her, unable to be voiced out.
Shui Rou stared daggers at Yang Fei.
"Let me make it clear, this isn't a martial contest, behind me stand countless Red Shirt Army."
"If you do not clarify your intentions, even if it means fighting to the last soldier today, I'll not rest until you're dead."
As Shui Rou spoke, she suddenly pointed upwards with her left hand.
A fire star flare shot from her sleeve, exploding with a bang in mid-air.