Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 827: Why Have You Not Died

The lady boss has over a decade of battle experience, and she hasn’t been "nourished" in a long time. No doubt she will go all out in this fight, using every ounce of her ability.

Fortunately, Tie Zhuzi isn’t bad either. Besides being physically strong, he’s an experienced hand in such encounters. Dealing with battles like this is second nature to him, fearless and capable.

Moreover, Tie Zhuzi and his companions are travelers and won’t stay here for long. This is why the lady boss can be so relaxed—following the principle of "catch it now or lose it forever," she’ll do her utmost to take advantage.

The intensity of the "battle" even affected the surrounding guests; almost everyone in the inn heard the lady boss’s screams—truly gut-wrenching. But in her screams, there was an undertone of excitement and exhilaration, with a penetrating quality.

Meanwhile, Wu Yue sat in her room, clearly unsettled, as the noise was making her irritable. She couldn’t help but kick a nearby chair across the room and snapped angrily, "See? Just look at them! Xiang Yu and his bunch are nothing but trash!"

Wu Yue was addressing Feng Lan. To Feng Lan, Xiang Yu had always held a high position in her heart—a kind of prince charming. But now...

Xiao Xuan sat there awkwardly, looking visibly embarrassed. The intense nature of the noise was even starting to get to him.

Feng Lan didn’t know what to say. She kept her head down in silence. The image of Xiang Yu in her heart was plummeting.

She knew deep down that Xiang Yu had always been aware of her feelings for him. Yet, he still dared to fool around with the lady boss right in front of her—that was blatant disregard for her feelings.

Her heart ached. She felt disappointed in Xiang Yu. It seemed she’d been blinded by her emotions in the past, unable to see things clearly. But now, the truth was glaringly obvious.

At that moment, the noises finally stopped. The group felt an immediate sense of relief. But not even ten minutes later, the screams started again.

It was now Tie Zhuzi joined by Xiang Yu—clearly, they had switched players.

"Shameless!" Wu Yue stood up, storming toward the door. She was determined to teach these shameless bastards a lesson.

Do whatever you want, but don’t disturb others around you. If you’re going to make a show of things like this, the only word left to describe you is disgraceful.

She wanted to go out, but then realized the room door was locked.

"Xiang Yu, you bastard! Open this door!" Wu Yue yelled angrily from inside.

She called out several times, but no one outside responded. Likely, Xiang Yu was too busy with his "business." Judging by the lady boss’s screams, that much was evident.

About an hour and a half later, Tie Zhuzi finally walked out of the lady boss’s room, his face carrying a look of pure satisfaction.

Indeed, experience and familiarity do make a difference. A young girl couldn’t possibly endure Tie Zhuzi’s relentless "blitzkrieg."

Even someone as seasoned and worldly as the lady boss had been properly conquered by Tie Zhuzi. At that moment, she lay collapsed on the bed, her whole body paralyzed and unable to move.

The "battlefield" was an utter mess, a testament to the ferocity of the fight.

As Tie Zhuzi was leaving, he didn’t say anything. But the lady boss could still muster enough breath to comment, "Your lodging fees are waived—stay here a few extra days."

Tie Zhuzi stepped out without seeing Xiang Yu. Assuming Xiang Yu had returned to the room already, he thought surely Xiang Yu wouldn’t have waited around for so long.

Besides, with the lady boss now utterly spent, it was impossible for Xiang Yu to join in anymore.

Yet, something didn’t feel right. Normally, Xiang Yu wasn’t into this sort of thing. Why did he let Tie Zhuzi have the first go this time?

Approaching the room’s door, Tie Zhuzi noticed it still remained locked from the outside. Suddenly, an ominous feeling crept into his chest.

Quickly, he unlocked the door and rushed inside, only to find the room completely empty. Xiang Yu wasn’t there.

"Where’s Xiang Yu?" Wu Yue shot Tie Zhuzi a murderous look as soon as he entered.

Tie Zhuzi froze for a moment and replied, "I didn’t see him... I thought he’d be here."

The group instantly became alert, realizing the situation might be serious. Particularly Xiao Xuan—without hesitation, he bolted for the door and ran outside.

Meanwhile, Xiang Yu was sitting in a car, feeling uncharacteristically tense. This was a sensation he hadn’t felt in a long time.

That whistle earlier—most people wouldn’t understand its significance and might just think it was some petty hoodlum heckling a girl.

Sitting there waiting, every second felt excruciatingly slow to Xiang Yu, dragging on like an eternal torment.

Five minutes passed, but for Xiang Yu, it felt like an entire year.

"Guess I was just overthinking things," Xiang Yu muttered with a bitter laugh, then started the engine.

Just as he was about to drive away, a car began to creep into view in his rearview mirror. It was unmistakable—that car.

Xiang Yu’s foot faltered, and the engine instantly stalled.

The car behind stopped about five meters away from him. Xiang Yu stayed seated and didn’t step out. By now, it was almost certain—the person in the other car was someone he knew.

But why was that person still alive? It didn’t make sense. Based on the circumstances from back then, they should’ve been eliminated on the spot. There was no way they should’ve survived.

"Could it be that he’s a traitor? Did he leak the battle plan to the enemy?" As these thoughts spun wildly in Xiang Yu’s mind, a raging fire ignited within him.

And the longer he thought, the fiercer the flames burned, until overwhelming hatred consumed his entire being.

"He betrayed his comrades... he betrayed his brothers!" Unable to contain himself any longer, Xiang Yu kicked open the car door, sprang out with a rolling leap, and crouched in the shadows with a knife in hand.

At the same moment, someone stepped out of the car behind him and stood stationary.

"Xiang Yu, I know it’s you. Stop hiding," the man shouted boldly, his voice cutting through the night like a heavy blow to Xiang Yu’s heart.

Such a familiar voice—he’d heard it countless times in his dreams. But never did he expect to hear it in this moment, under these circumstances.

"What’s wrong? Seeing your old Sixth Brother now makes you hesitant? Don’t you want to see me?" The figure leaned against the car, calling out enthusiastically.

Struggling to control his emotions, Xiang Yu felt tears stream down his face despite himself. Five years had passed, five long years during which he’d lived trapped in the torment of those memories. How many nights had he woken terrified from nightmares?

He thought his comrades were all dead, that he’d never see them again. Yet now, Qing Lang—the sixth in their ranks—stood right here before him.

Lighting a cigarette calmly, Qing Lang took a leisurely puff and waited without speaking further.

Wearing a gray outfit that resembled but was slightly different from military fatigues, Qing Lang was dressed neatly, with polished leather boots—a picture-perfect soldierly appearance.

Sporting short hair, sharp features, and large, striking eyes, he carried an undeniably handsome presence.

After ten minutes, Xiang Yu finally stepped out from the shadows. With knife in hand, bloodshot eyes, and an expression void of any emotion, he looked utterly broken.

"You’re alive?" Xiang Yu muttered coldly.

His demeanor surprised Qing Lang, as this wasn’t quite the reaction he had anticipated...