CHAPTER 1531: CHAPTER 1583: PRINCESS SARAMA

Seeing the other party about to leave, Li Yifei smirked disdainfully and flicked something out—a peanut.

The small peanut hit Obe’s leg, and with a yelp, he stumbled, his leg went soft, and he fell heavily to the ground. With a bang, his head hit the floor directly.

The floor wasn’t particularly hard, but definitely not soft either. The impact almost made Obe cry out in pain.

But this was not Yifei’s fault; he fell on his own, so Obe just wanted to get up and leave this place as soon as possible.

Hastily climbing up, but slipping again, another peanut bounced over, and Obe fell once more, hitting his head on the table leg. This time was even better; his head cracked open, causing Obe to howl in pain.

In the bedroom, Wu Shuwei groggily heard sounds and screams from outside. A smile appeared on her lips—for the first time in her life, she felt having a strong man at home wasn’t so bad, at least he could help her deal with perverts.

This man wasn’t just dealing with it simply. In no time, the old creepy guy Obe didn’t know how many times he had fallen, each time more severe than the last. Eventually, somehow, his leg became as brittle as a biscuit and snapped with a crunching sound.

Then it was his arm, a cracking sound, and his right arm broke.

But Obe didn’t feel his legs and arm hurt too much. He just found the scene incredibly terrifying, with the man behind him suddenly turning into a demon. Clearly, he did nothing, yet he kept falling, even when he stood up.

The door was opened—Li Yifei walked over and pulled it open. Obe crawled out like a dog, using up all his strength.

Li Yifei gently said, "Take care."

He gently closed the door. Li Yifei didn’t bother with the outside, but not long after, the sound of Obe’s howling scream came from outside.

Li Yifei didn’t care about what happened outside. He went to the kitchen to pour some hot water, adjusted the temperature to a suitable level, and pushed open the door to the bedroom. There he saw Wu Shuwei sprawled in a big star shape, emitting slight snores, seemingly already asleep.

But this posture... a big star shape is okay, but why did she take off a piece of clothing?

The outer small shirt had already been tugged off by her, revealing the small vest underneath. Two mounds lifted the vest to a certain height, and following the neckline, Li Yifei could see a deep cleavage and the white soft flesh.

Pretty perky, Li Yifei thought. Maybe because she hadn’t had that aspect of life or hadn’t nursed; anyway, they looked quite elastic, still perky even while lying down.

A section of her lower abdomen was exposed, the white tender belly showing muscle lines. It seemed she liked exercising and kept her body in shape.

Seeing she was asleep, Li Yifei didn’t wake her. Instead, he placed the water cup on the bedside cabinet, gently lifted Wu Shuwei’s leg, moved her further onto the bed, and pulled a blanket over her.

Taking his computer, Li Yifei walked out. By now, the sun was about to set, and standing by the window, he could see the red afterglow on the sea with the setting sun.

Of course, Obe would hate Li Yifei, but he was too caught up in his own troubles now. The service staff found him and quickly called an ambulance to take him to the hospital.

On the other side, the woman Omo called for hurriedly drove a Knight Fifteen to the bar. She had someone investigate Sashar’s whereabouts and rushed there, only to find Sashar had already left. In a hurry, she rushed to Sashar’s house and pulled the barely clothed, deeply sleeping Sashar out of bed, who was under the care of two beautiful maids.

Still drunk, Sashar groggily opened his eyes. Seeing the woman, he rolled his eyes and turned on the ground, complaining, "Sarama, what are you doing?"

Sarama, the woman dressed in a customized military uniform, gazed down at Sashar from above, slowly opened her mouth, and said, "Sashar, I’ll give you five minutes; you’d better sober up, I have something to discuss."

"Impossible, I’m already drunk. Let’s talk tomorrow, Sarama. Feel free to do whatever you want in this house, just don’t bother me, I really feel terrible." Sashar slapped the floor and closed his eyes, really seeming to be in agony.

In fact, he was indeed feeling terrible. He drank about the same amount as Li Yifei, and although Yifei was fine, he was doomed. He vomited all over the car on the way back and a couple times at home. He finally managed to fall asleep but was dragged to the floor by Sarama.

Stomping her feet, Sarama had no choice but to turn and leave. She didn’t want to look at her brother’s hairy body; she was utterly disgusted.

It wasn’t until night that Sashar woke up, still with a splitting headache and nausea. After a shower, feeling slightly better, Sashar walked out of the bedroom and, upon arriving at the living room, saw Sarama’s back as she sat on the sofa, casually watching TV.

"Why are you still here?" Sashar patted his forehead, asking as he walked over.

Sarama glanced back at him, rolled her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering. After swallowing what was in her mouth, she said, "Because I have something to discuss with you."

Sashar plopped down on the sofa, a good meter and a half away from Sarama, and then said, "Go ahead, what’s the matter? I’ll tell you upfront, if it’s something I can do, I’ll definitely help. If not, don’t force me."

Sarama curled her lips and said, "Where is that person?"

"Who? Is there someone else in my house?" Sashar said, stunned for a moment.

"Don’t play dumb with me. I’m asking about Golden Eagle, where is he?"

Sashar blinked and suddenly clapped his hands, saying, "Golden Eagle? Oh, right, Golden Eagle, where is he?"

Sarama immediately glared, stood up from the sofa, and pointed at Sashar, saying, "Say that again?"

"Wait, wait!" Sashar said, disregarding his headache, standing up, "We went drinking together, but I drank too much. After that, he left, and I went home to sleep."

Sarama was immediately furious, her chest heaving for a while before she said, "I heard he won ten billion US dollars from Uncle Parsons?"

"Ah, yes." Sashar answered.

Sarama continued, "Don’t you know that old guy Parsons is a killer? Ten billion, enough for him to destroy a country!"

"Of course I know. I even said he should come to me, that I’d protect him, but then... he’s just vanished."

"You pig!"

"Hey, I’m your brother. Even though we don’t share the same mother, we’re still from the same bloodline. If I’m a pig, what are you?"

"No time to bicker with you, quickly give me his address. I need to save him." Sarama urged.

Sashar paused for a few seconds, grabbed his sister, and said, "Do you know who he is?"

"Nonsense, if it wasn’t Golden Eagle, would I be here?"

"I mean, he is Golden Eagle. Do you know how powerful he is? Just as many people as there are in the world who admire him, there are just as many who want to kill him. After so many years, he’s still doing well, so with Parsons, that guy, he can’t kill Golden Eagle, at least not that easily, so don’t worry,"

"How can I not worry? What if, yes, he’s powerful, but what if that old undying Parsons mobilizes troops?"

"I understand the seriousness too, but the problem is... I don’t know where Golden Eagle lives either."

At this point, Sarama suddenly stopped, glaring at Sashar. Sashar gave a sheepish smile, touched his nose, and said, "This can be found out, so don’t worry, I’ll have someone investigate right away."

There aren’t many Knight Fifteen around, even in Dubai, so it’s not difficult to investigate, but... if he can find out, so can Parsons.

"Don’t rush, don’t rush!" Sashar grabbed his sister, who was about to storm off, quickly saying, "I’ll have someone investigate. You stay here. We don’t know where he is now; being anxious won’t help, right?"

"No, I’m going to see that old undying Parsons." Sarama shook off his hand and added, "I give you half an hour to find Golden Eagle’s whereabouts, or you’ll see, hmph, always drinking and fooling around with women..."

After speaking, Sarama walked out, leaving Sashar with a splitting headache, looking innocent and very aggrieved, but still had to immediately call someone over to investigate Li Yifei’s whereabouts.

But the problem is, Li Yifei booked the room not under his own name but under Wu Shuwei’s name, so it’s not easy to find, especially since they also don’t know what Golden Eagle’s name is.

Sashar ignored what his subordinates said, threw out a line, and went back to catch up on sleep; getting some rest was better than nothing, not knowing when Sarama might rush back.

In Li Yifei’s bedroom, Wu Shuwei suddenly struggled, retched. Li Yifei listening to the sound while busy on his computer outside, stood up and went in, seeing Wu Shuwei clutching the bed, retching.

Li Yifei hurriedly placed his hand on Wu Shuwei’s back, performing True Qi rotation, gently helping her alleviate it.

Wu Shuwei no longer wanted to vomit, weakly glanced at Li Yifei, and even forgot to pull up the shoulder strap of her camisole, causing most of her chest to be exposed, until Li Yifei grabbed a blanket and covered her.

Not removing his hand, he simply helped her use True Qi to dispel some drunkenness.

"Why did you drink so much? Did things not go smoothly?" Li Yifei asked.

Wu Shuwei had awoken and, with Li Yifei’s hand on her back, her intoxication gradually faded, making her feel much more energetic. Upon hearing Li Yifei’s words, she coughed a couple of times and said, "Hmm, not too smoothly."

"Earlier, thank you, you saved me again!" Remembering the previous events, Wu Shuwei still felt a bit scared. If Li Yifei hadn’t been home today, she might really have been harassed by that vile and disgusting Obe. Thinking of this, Wu Shuwei’s gaze towards Li Yifei softened with warmth, greatly reducing her apprehension.