Chapter 1711 - 1712: Uproar
The person on the other end of the phone, Yang Fei, jumped three feet high like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Damn it, Old Lady Wu, are you the owner of a coffin shop, wishing people to die, right? Do you just love to blame me for everything?"
Wu Yuanzhong saw that this kid refused to admit it, chuckled, and changed the subject.
"So it wasn't you, huh? To be honest, the Aventi Spy Base is a thorn in my side."
"If it was you who did it, I planned to add ten percent more to the Evil Dragon's military funding this year."
This time, silence ensued on the other end, and the phone went quiet.
Wu Yuanzhong smugly raised his eyebrows at Dai Jili, revealing a smile like an Old Fox's.
Dai Jili couldn't help but laugh. Yang Fei is famously stingy, always ready to take advantage, and Wu Yuanzhong's words had struck just the right nerve.
Sure enough, Yang Fei stayed silent on the phone for a while, then suddenly started cursing.
"Old Lady Wu, you did this on purpose, didn't you? This is what we call coercion, it's illegal, you know?"
Wu Yuanzhong laughed heartily: "I'm not coercing you, you can admit it if you want, or not. Everyone knows in their hearts what's up."
Yang Fei sighed, muttering: "Old Lady Wu, actually your tactic is quite childish."
"But to satisfy your curiosity, I'll tell you, just don't sell us out."
Wu Yuanzhong snorted: "What are you talking about? I'm not some traitor. Hurry up, spill it."
Yang Fei briefly recounted the operations on Li Island.
Despite expecting it, hearing Yang Fei admit it left Wu Yuanzhong laughing joyfully.
The satellite phone had voice encryption; Dai Jili couldn't hear what was said but seeing Wu Yuanzhong's delighted expression, he guessed a bit.
Dai Jili sighed, stood up, and shut the office door tightly.
In the Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions, these two generals, one old and one young, were both notorious troublemakers.
Such a shocking incident, openly discussed like this, if it leaks, Yang Fei and Wu Yuanzhong would be in huge trouble.
After Yang Fei finished his report, Wu Yuanzhong pondered for a bit, frowning.
"What about the fighter jets? If the Americans find them, that'd be a crucial clue."
Yang Fei laughed: "We parachuted out midway, and the five fighter jets switched to autopilot mode, flying straight into the depths of the Pacific Ocean."
"Based on fuel burn rate calculations, they'll crash in an hour and a half, let the Americans go play deep-sea fishing."
That reassured Wu Yuanzhong entirely; he felt relaxed and took a hearty sip from his massive tea mug.
"Good, this matter won't earn you any reward from the organization."
"But I will increase the Evil Dragon's funding allocation by ten percent, young men, please accept the respect of an old soldier."
Yang Fei chuckled and lazily said: "Forget it, Old Lady Wu, I'm not doing these things for your little bit of funding."
"I'm a soldier; protecting the country and safeguarding Huaxia is my duty."
Wu Yuanzhong nodded sternly, hanging up the phone.
On Dragon Island Beach, Yang Fei hung up the phone, exposing his pale belly to let the Pacific sunshine bathe it, feeling so comfortable he hummed.
Behind Yang Fei, Ye Liuguang wore a bikini, her snow-white skin shimmering under the sunlight.
Ye Liuguang was massaging Yang Fei's head, although her technique was not proficient.
However, Yang Fei's head rested on her legs, and this sensuous feeling itself was a tremendous enjoyment.
Not far away, Ye Shengge was grilling a fish to a golden brown over the campfire, emitting a mouthwatering aroma.
Behind the three was a small tent, in front of which lay a tarp covered with various fruits, vegetables, and good wine.
Yang Fei and the Evil Dragon Squad had bombed the Aventi Spy Base in America, parachuted out, and a yacht from the Dragon Island Faction had brought the Evil Dragon Squad to Dragon Island.
In the following days, worldwide rumors were flying, while Yang Fei and his group of Evil Dragon Rascal Warrior Kings were taking a temporary break, carefree and leisurely on Dragon Island.
The Black Forest Space was hidden near Dragon Island by Yang Fei; when he returned to Dragon Island, he went into the Black Forest Space.
He was the Main God of the Black Forest; bringing Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang to "ascend" and enjoy the sunny coastline was just a whim.
In fact, the canopy of the Black Forest had already merged with the sky here, allowing the sunlight to shine in the Black Forest just the same.
However, Ye Shengge and Ye Liuguang were extremely curious about the world of Earth, so Yang Fei brought these two girls out.
The Night Clan always revered strength, so not even the stubborn Ye Shengge could break this rule.
Ye Liuguang was completely obedient to Yang Fei as the Main God.
The two couldn't resist Yang Fei's will.
This made Yang Fei itchy, thinking if he got the urge, playing some "One Dragon, Two Phoenix" game should be possible, right?
Thinking about this, he savored Ye Liuguang's massage, drooled, and his eyes became dreamy.
Ye Shengge walked over slowly, holding a serving tray, attentively removing the fish bones from the grilled fish and cutting it into pieces with a Little Knife, feeding them to Yang Fei.
However, this girl was too serious; even when feeding fish, she was meticulous.
Her slender waist stood straight, like a schoolgirl doing homework, inevitably making Yang Fei less interested.
Ye Liuguang looked at Ye Shengge's demeanor, giggling, as her nimble fingers toyed into Yang Fei's collar.
Yang Fei's body stiffened, suddenly jumping up and carrying Ye Liuguang to the tent.
Inside the tent, came Ye Liuguang's exclamations and coquettish protests.
Ye Shengge's body suddenly stiffened, holding the Little Knife motionlessly.
Her porcelain-white cheeks were flushed red, the blush reaching down to her neck.
Since meeting last night, Ye Liuguang and Yang Fei had been playing this face-blushing game, already for the third time.
Listening to the exaggerated exclamations, the hurried panting, and tender complaints coming from the tent, Ye Shengge's mind was like filled with tangled grass, restless.
Inside the tent, Ye Liuguang and Yang Fei weren't actually doing anything.
The two lay in the tent, Ye Liuguang humming, her face full of mischievous teasing.
Yang Fei's bright eyes peered through the tent's cracks, seeing Ye Shengge's peculiar expression on the beach, a mischievous grin on his lips.
Women are like tea, needing to be steeped slowly for it to be interesting.
Right then, Yang Fei's heart suddenly stirred; Turtle Extreme whirred, faintly issuing a cryptic warning.
Yang Fei's heart tensed; Turtle Extreme's warning always indicated some major event.
Meanwhile, across the Ocean, the American Intelligence Agency was buzzing with arguments over the terror attack on Li Island Airport.