Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 672 Turns out it’s two perverts

"Brother, you’ve woken up; we’ve been waiting for quite a while," one of them said with a smile.

The speaker had a very fine voice and carried himself with a feminine flair in every action, which was deeply unsettling to behold.

"What do you want?" Zhang Dongxu became tense at once. He checked his clothes and, finding them intact, felt somewhat relieved.

"My friend, don’t waste time. Let’s make the most of this beautiful moment and get started right now," another person said with a smile, beginning to undress.

"Wait, wait, wait," Zhang Dongxu hastened to say, "What do you two actually mean?"

The cross-dresser came over and sat next to Zhang Dongxu, caressing his thigh and saying, "Now that we are here, what else could we mean? Let’s drop the act. You’re really cute; I like you."

Xiao Xuan was hiding on the side, feeling nauseated by what he heard and, unable to watch anymore, collapsed there.

Zhang Dongxu, face full of black lines, quickly pushed the cross-dresser’s hand away, saying, "Where is this place, if not just a barren grove?"

"You don’t know? This little grove is the legendary ’Bro Grove’. We sisters come here every day," the cross-dresser said, snuggling up to Zhang Dongxu, trying to slip a hand into his clothes.

Zhang Dongxu broke out in a cold sweat all over. Thankfully, when he was asleep, nothing had happened; otherwise, he would have died with lifelong regrets.

"You two sick perverts, get the hell out of here," Zhang Dongxu shouted, pummeling and kicking them until the cross-dresser ran away in tears.

Seeing the two run away, Xiao Xuan resumed watching Zhang Dongxu; he’d nearly thrown up just moments before. He hadn’t realized there was a ’Bro Grove’ here—indeed, the world was full of wonders.

After Zhang Dongxu’s disturbance, it seemed like people were rapidly approaching their location. When Xiao Xuan noticed, Zhang Dongxu did as well and quickly ran up the hill.

Originally thinking that his boss would just make a token effort, as long as he ran away it would be fine, but they were unexpectedly persistent, seemingly not willing to stop until they killed him.

As he ran, Zhang Dongxu was constantly planning in his mind. If he continued running aimlessly like this, he would eventually be caught and then killed.

Rather than face that, he thought it better to seek the protection of another power and go against Wolf Fang. Wolf Fang was a large organization, and the one he belonged to was just a small part of it.

He now considered who he could turn to. Under the current circumstances, who would be willing to take him in? The big players in the underworld feared Wolf Fang, and the smaller ones had no chance to know or encounter Wolf Fang—could they protect him?

While running, Zhang Dongxu thought about all his options, eventually considering Xiang Yu. But then he shook his head; Xiang Yu’s power was only mediocre, neither big nor small.

In his view, Xiang Yu was a country bumpkin, definitely unaware of anything concerning Wolf Fang.

His thoughts were in turmoil, unable to settle on a decision, so he simply kept running up the mountain while Xiao Xuan followed not too far behind.

Meanwhile, in an office within the Evil God gang in City Number Three, there sat three men: the district leaders Wu Chenghui, Zheng Tianming, and Lin Huitao.

"I still think assassination is the best route. We could have a few brothers sneak in quietly and take out Xiang Yu. It’s quick and efficient," Zheng Tianming said.

Lin Huitao also nodded and said, "Xiang Yu is just a minor character. The reason Old Wang lost to him was entirely that Old Wang underestimated him, charging over with the brothers without having a clear understanding of the adversary. What is this? It’s recklessness."

Wu Chenghui then sighed and said, "What’s the use of talking about this now? What we need to discuss is how to kill Xiang Yu. If we just send a few assassins to kill him, what’s the point? At most, that would just make others say our Evil God is incompetent. If we’re going to strike, we should do it openly and honorably."

Openly and honorably? How? Like Old Wang, taking the brothers and going straight for the kill?" Zheng Tianming retorted unconvinced. Clearly, he had some disagreements with Wu Chenghui’s approach.

After saying his piece, Zheng Tianming thought for a moment and then continued, "How about this, I’ll provide fifty men and plenty of weapons. Old Wu, you’ll command them. As for how to do it, you decide."

After finishing his statement, Zheng Tianming then stood up and walked outside. Lin Huitao also nodded and said, "I agree with Old Lin’s method." After speaking, he too walked outside.

In reality, the relationship between Zheng Tianming and Lin Huitao and Wang Yingying was not very deep. They were only doing these things for the sake of appearances. Wang Yingying’s death didn’t harm them at all; in fact, it might even bring them some benefits.

After all, Feng Lan was a woman who had just taken over as the boss of District Four, and there were many things she still didn’t have a clear grasp on. They could take the opportunity to swallow some of her territory and then snag some minor advantages for themselves.

But what they had utterly failed to anticipate was that although Feng Lan was a woman, she had an iron fist. She quickly took control of the operations in District Four, including the division of its area, which made them start to see Feng Lan in a new light.

She wasn’t just a pretty face; she actually had the ability.

"They’re all discussing how to kill you right now, what do you think?" Feng Lan called Xiang Yu and said.

In her eyes, Xiang Yu was an enigma. He understood strategy and had meticulous thinking. But on the surface, he appeared to be nothing more than a complete ruffian, making it easy to misunderstand him.

"Let them kill if they want to kill. I can’t stop people from having wild thoughts," Xiang Yu replied with a laugh, as if he didn’t care about the issue at all.

"What kind of response is that? You should at least prepare yourself," Feng Lan said somewhat angrily.

Her concern for Xiang Yu was evident, yet Xiang Yu himself didn’t seem to take matters seriously, irritating her greatly.

"Let soldiers block, let water and soil conceal; there’s nothing to prepare for," Xiang Yu said, even letting out a yawn.

Feng Lan, annoyed, hung up the phone immediately. She didn’t understand why she was angry, or maybe it was just that she felt Xiang Yu didn’t care about her. But then again, why should he care about her?

After thinking for a while, Feng Lan finally let out a light sigh and went about her business. However, she couldn’t shake off the image of Xiang Yu’s heroic face from her mind.

In the end, she came to a conclusion that startled her: she had fallen for Xiang Yu. But this realization shocked her to the core, her heart racing erratically.

Once this thought took root in her mind, it lingered incessantly and deepened. The image of Xiang Yu replayed in her mind over and over. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"How could this be? How could I fall for such a thug? Ridiculous," Feng Lan tried to convince herself. Xiang Yu was nothing but a scoundrel; how could she have fallen for him? But in the end, she couldn’t convince herself.

Meanwhile, Xiang Yu sat there, pondering the events that had transpired recently: the matters involving Evil God, Zhang Dongxu, as well as Sun Bo’s business affairs.

With all these issues before him, Xiang Yu knew he had to deal with them swiftly...