The Personal Crazy Soldiers of the Beautiful President

"Sorry to trouble you again."

Yang Feng, who walked out of the luxurious hall, saw Li Wanqin at the end of the corridor.

Even if this matter won't get out today, the Mei family and the Murong family will definitely know about it soon.

Regardless of revenge or not, Emperor Hao Hotel will bear the anger.

Of course, Li Wanqin was from the Li family, so Li Kuangjun still had some intimidating power.

"It's nothing, you know I don't welcome these dandies."

Li Wanqin is dignified and decent, with a pure heart, exquisite facial features, and a graceful figure. Melanie Roland's eyes are bright,

This is the most beautiful oriental beauty she has ever seen.

But when she saw Li Wanqin looking at Yang Feng with eyes full of love, she immediately felt threatened.

But he quickly felt relieved, and looked at Yang Feng endlessly and tenderly.

Such an excellent man does not belong to her alone, that would be too selfish, Melanie Roland thought.

"What? Want to arrange an imperial suite for you? The one with red beds and spa beds." Li Wanqin rolled her eyes at Yang Feng and Melanie Laurent meaningfully.

And Juliet.

Yang Feng shook his head and smiled wryly, "Roland, this is Li Wanqin, the owner of Emperor Hao Hotel. You guys should stay at Emperor Hao Hotel and have a good night's rest before you can perform well tomorrow."

"Wanqin, give them a room in the imperial suite, not the one with the red bed."

"I'll go first."

Yang Feng left with a wry smile after speaking.

Originally, I wanted to catch up with Roland and see Roland's spatial abilities, but Li Wanqin's jealousy seemed to be overturned.

"Miss Roland, I really like you, especially the teleportation magic you performed, it's incredible."

As soon as Yang Feng turned around, Li Wanqin immediately turned into a magician's little girl, speaking French.

It made Yang Feng stagger when he heard it.

This change is too fast!
"Miss Banqin, you are so beautiful." Melanie Laurent praised without hesitation.

When the two chatted, Juliet couldn't even intervene.

It's completely the excitement of seeing each other late.

"Roland, who is he? Why does he look familiar to me?"

After entering the imperial suite, Li Wanqin and Melanie Laurent took a group photo before leaving with a silly smile.

Juliet immediately asked Melanie Laurent with doubts.

"Who is he? Have you forgotten?"

Melanie Laurent glanced at Juliet in surprise, and walked to the French windows.

"Do you remember the photo of Old John and a young man in St. Peter's Castle?" Melanie Laurent looked deeply.

"What, it's him!"

"The leader of Yan Luo's mercenary army! Eighteen Heavenly Kings!"

Juliet's face changed drastically when she heard the words, but she was also excited.

"It turned out to be him, it turned out to be him!"

Juliet burst into tears. She was also a French nobleman.

But the family was persecuted and killed by a big force in business.

Looking at the clansmen who fell in a pool of blood and fire one by one, Juliet experienced helplessness and death.

But in the raging fire, a figure suppressing the demon suddenly appeared.

Killed dozens of killers and saved her and her 12-year-old brother.

Later, Juliet knew that it was the rescuer invited by Old John.

Yama mercenaries!
She will always remember this figure, although there is only one photo left in St. Peter's Castle.

"Yes, the reason why I came to Tang country is also because he is in Tang country."

Melanie Laurent smiled slightly, revealing the happiness of the little woman.

But Yang Feng, who was missed by the woman, had already returned to the hotel to meditate cross-legged.

"Om~!"

The appearance of three flowers gathered on the top became more and more real, and there was even a faint air current surrounding it.

Yang Feng didn't know how many women were thinking about him.

"Eighteen Heavenly Kings?"

Longhu villa area, Zheng's villa.

Zheng Xiaoqiao, who had finished practicing "Five Bows for Physical Training" in the gym, flipped through the latest edition of a thick book called "The World's Top [-] Powers".

The publisher's signature turned out to be the Eye of God!
"Yan Luo mercenaries!"

"Ten Generals of Yama!"

"Cold Hades!"

"Wow!"

When seeing the page of Yan Luo's mercenaries, Zheng Xiaoqiao's eyes widened.

Although there is no detailed introduction, Zheng Xiaoqiao knows a little bit about Yang Feng's power after being with Wuzhu for so long.

This is a book that briefly introduces the rise and fame of the world's top [-] forces.

Yan Luo's mercenaries are highlighted as legends.

Because many of the top [-] forces are big countries, or power organizations that have existed for hundreds of years.

But Yan Luo's mercenaries originated ten years ago.

The first battle is the battle of replacement.

Fight to become the king!
But after being king, Yan Luo's mercenaries were even more brutal, domineering, and arrogant, and only accepted tasks with the highest commissions.

Whether it's assassinating the head of a major force, robbing other heavenly kings, or even terrorizing a major country, Yama's mercenaries have never failed a single time.

After fighting for ten years, he ranked among the top three among the Eighteen Heavenly Kings!
High-tech weapons, affiliated forces, etc. have long been powerful enough to deter some small and medium-sized countries!

The Yan Luo Mercenary Army is already a terrorist organization known as the Temple of the King of Yama!
"Is this really you?"

Although there is little information, Zheng Xiaoqiao seems to have seen the battlefield where there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and Yang Feng returned from the battlefield covered in blood.

"Wow~!"

Zheng Xiaoqiao didn't know that a ghostly figure suddenly appeared in Zheng's villa.

"Phantom Rebecca!"

"Brush~!"

The moment this figure flashed, the five candles and six ghosts hidden in Zheng's villa also appeared.

"I want to see Hades!"

The phantom figure appeared, immediately showing the stunning appearance of Rebecca, the phantom with a graceful and hot body.

"Hehe, boss, Rebecca is here."

Liu Gui smiled slightly, took out his mobile phone and called Yang Feng, as if he had expected Rebecca to appear for a long time.

"Phantom Spirit Rebecca, it is said that you are the strongest among the ten blades in the Palace of Killing Kings. I don't know if you can beat me."

The six ghosts smiled jokingly, and their eyes were full of fighting spirit.

The beautiful Wuzhu also has a fighting spirit.

Rebecca is known as the strongest under the king among the Eighteen Heavenly Kings in Europe!
This made countless masters under the Eighteenth Heavenly Kings dissatisfied.

"Humph!"

"The two of you teamed up are not my opponent."

Rebecca's expression was stern. She had been healing for a while. Although she was poisoned by Yang Feng, she had a deeper understanding of her abilities because of the last battle.

"Really? Then I don't know if you can stop my eight-door Dunjia night ghost!"

"Om~!"

While the six ghosts were speaking, a terrifying aura suddenly surged up from their bodies, and the red aura pierced people's eyes.

"what!"

Feeling the aura of the six ghosts, Rebecca's eyes shrank even though she was somewhat disdainful!
"Six ghosts!"

Wuzhu's face changed slightly.

"Eight Gates Dunjia!"

Rebecca's eyes are cold, Bamen Dunjia is a physical skill, inherited from the ancient and mysterious Eastern Tang Dynasty.

But it was because of Yan Luo's mercenaries that they became famous in Biaozhou.

With that kind of wild fighting style and cruel training methods, there are very few people who can really achieve success in training.

But once practiced, it is extremely powerful.

"Are you sure you want to burn your blood to fight me?"

Although Rebecca is dignified, she is not afraid, and the Bamen Dunjia fights crazily, with terrifying combat power, but she erupts entirely by her own blood.

"Night ghost is my strongest move, I haven't tried it yet!"

"Boss often said that the best way back for monks of my generation is to die on the road of seeking the Tao."

The six ghosts were a little crazy, but when this sentence came out of a burly black man, there was an air of iron and blood.