Chapter 1643 - 1644: Last Meal Before Execution
"Chief Imperial Guard? Damn, you're the Royal Princess of Sang Country?"
Yang Fei immediately understood, sizing up Shi Meizi, his mouth clicking in admiration.
"A princess who would actually betray her own Chief Imperial Guard and future boyfriend."
"This palace intrigue drama could surely win the best gold medal in screenplay. What is really going on?"
Shi Meizi rolled her eyes at him.
"I hate Kimura Ihei, can't I? I hope he dies on the arena, can't I?"
"The War God is getting more oppressive towards the Royal Family, and this is my first step in resisting the War God Family."
Yang Fei chuckled, carefully examining Shi Meizi.
"It seems the Sang Country Royal Family isn't doing well either. They still have to rely on outside help to deal with the War God Family."
Shi Meizi listened to his sarcastic remarks, puffed up with anger, glaring at him.
"Well, are you going to help or not?"
"If you don't help, I'll tell Sister Zi Chen that you tried to assault me and almost took my life."
Yang Fei jumped in fright, covering his forehead.
"Damn, little girl, don't spit lies! I don't believe An Zichen would be so ignorant."
Shi Meizi laughed, her smile both alluring and wicked.
"Does it matter whether she believes it? I'm an honorable Royal Princess of Sang Country. If I say you harassed me, what do you think will happen?"
Yang Fei looked at the little girl's enchanting smile, feeling chills run up his spine, vaguely sensing trouble.
"What will happen?"
At this point, the little girl cheerfully lifted her wine bowl, took a sip, and lazily said.
"I don't know, but wearing a disguise mask, you certainly don't want to be monitored by more than twenty Imperial Guards, right?"
"No one may believe what I say as a Royal Princess, but that doesn't mean they don't care about my safety or the honor of the Royal Family."
The little girl began counting on her fingers.
"Let me count, see how many people followed me when I snuck out this time, one, two, three, four, five, six..."
Each count she whispered made Yang Fei's nerves tighten slightly.
This little girl knows things like a prophecy, her words are never false.
If this little girl suddenly declares that he harassed her,
then given her esteemed princess status, he will surely draw the attention of the Sang Country Military, Royal Family, and various other forces.
Then the troubles that ensue, come one after another, countless and vexing.
He just wants to have a quiet advantage and be a discreet playboy disrupting the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament; it's harder than ascending to the heavens.
Thinking this, Yang Fei grimaced and shook his head vigorously.
"Fine, you've got me. I promise, if Kimura Ihei tries to kill me, I'll kill him, or at least cripple the guy."
Shi Meizi immediately beamed with a smile, gleefully pouring a bowl of wine to hand to Yang Fei.
"Much better like this. Sister Zi Chen was right; you're just a scoundrel, not taking the peaceful option until you're forced."
Yang Fei, looking at her rosy cheeks, couldn't help himself and pinched her nose.
"You're already a Fox Spirit, don't get mixed up with An Zichen. If I didn't owe An Zichen a favor, I wouldn't help you."
Shi Meizi shook her head with a very firm tone.
"Sister Zi Chen said, you'll definitely kill Kimura Ihei because he's the new leader of the Black Dragon Society."
Yang Fei was astonished: "Black Dragon Society?"
Shi Meizi nodded, her eyes for the first time showing a sign of concern.
"The Black Dragon Society was supposedly eradicated by the Martial God, but it has revived in recent years."
"This Kimura Ihei is the newly elected leader of the Black Dragon Society."
"The first thing he did after taking office was suppress a protest of Chinese workers."
Without waiting for Yang Fei to ask, Meizi continued on her own.
"Last September, a group of Chinese workers at a freshwater breeding farm were diving for pearls when there was an issue with their oxygen supply, leading to one suffocating to death."
"The farm refused to compensate the workers' bereavement money, and beat over a dozen workers who came to argue."
"The situation rapidly escalated, with over a hundred workers going on strike, marching in the streets, calling for the Sang Country authorities to respect the life and property rights of Chinese workers in Sang Country."
"At this time, the farm sought help from the Black Dragon Society, and Kimura Ihei personally signed a deportation order."
"Over two hundred members of the Black Dragon Society went into the streets, beating and killing over a hundred workers, resulting in the tragedy of 29 deaths and over 80 injuries."
"This incident was suppressed by the Sang Country Government, deleting all reports and videos from journalists, and eventually calming down."
"The blood of the deceased and injured workers was shed for nothing."
At this point, Shi Meizi's clear eyes looked at Yang Fei.
"Sister Zi Chen said, if I just tell you this news, you'll know what to do."
Indeed, Yang Fei's face turned cold.
Imagining the scene of over two hundred Black Dragon Society members slaughtering and beating workers, he couldn't help but clench his teeth.
"An Zichen is right, it seems Kimura Ihei is no good either; he will pay for the deportation order he signed."
After saying this, Yang Fei checked his watch and stood up.
"It's getting late. I should report to Arena 04. If Kimura Ihei is really as you say, he won't see tomorrow's sun."
At this moment, a cold and deep voice came from nearby, accompanied by a faint smile,
"Really? Are you sure you have the ability to do that?"
Yang Fei and Shi Meizi both jumped in shock, instinctively turning toward the source of the sound.
At the street junction, a slender man stood wearing a tailcoat, looking elegant and courteous.
However, the coldness on his face contrasted sharply with his neat attire.
Upon seeing this person, Shi Meizi's face turned rigid.
"Kimura Ihei, what are you doing here again?"
Kimura Ihei walked over without expression, deeply bowing to Shi Meizi.
"Please forgive me, Princess. This place is a mix of all people, and I couldn't let you be here alone, so I had to come."
Shi Meizi snorted coldly: "You seem quite responsible, do you truly care about my safety?"
Kimura Ihei ignored Shi Meizi, turning to nod at Yang Fei.
His demeanor remained cultured and calm, as if meeting an old friend,
"Mr. Dragon Ancestor, I know you've successfully advanced as the Arena Champion, I hope today's arena match won't let me down."
Yang Fei kept observing this fellow.
He clearly sensed a terrifying power within Kimura Ihei's body.
Yet his Essence Qi and Qi-Blood were very weak, Yang Fei couldn't see what made him formidable.
Nonetheless, Yang Fei knew very well that people like him were often masters; one must not be careless.
He sneered: "Rest assured."
"Have a hearty lunch today because it's going to be your last meal in your life, known as the execution meal."
Hearing Yang Fei's sharp tongue, Kimura Ihei's expression changed.
He abruptly turned to look at Shi Meizi, no longer showing any respect, appearing quite impatient.
"Are you leaving or not?"