Chapter 1607: Kill him or not

"I didn't steal your wallet, you must have recognized the wrong person."

The thief denied it.

"Is that so, do you dare to let me search?" Ye Fan walked towards the other party.

"What kind of thing are you? Are you a policeman? What qualifications and powers do you have to search?"

In a hurry, the thief took out a switchblade from his body, bounced out with a "click", waved the dagger, and threatened fiercely, "Who dares to get closer, I stab him to death with one knife."

"You didn't steal it, why are you so nervous and guilty?"

"I stole it, so what?" The thief simply admitted it and shouted at Ye Fan, "It's none of your business if I steal foreign girls' wallets. You're not going to care too much."

Ye Fan had a firm attitude: "Yes, I'm still indifferent to this matter today. If you meet me, you will be unlucky."

"Stop bragging, let me see how you approach me with bare hands?"

With the weapon in hand, the thief is full of confidence, "Aren't you worried that I will let you bleed?"

"There must be someone here who is going to bleed, but that person must not be me."

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he swung his fingers, and with a "swoosh", a true qi arrow rushed out, instantly piercing the other party's sword-holding palm.

His move was so fast that everyone was shocked, and he couldn't react at all in a flash.

So many onlookers had not yet seen what was going on, and found that the switchblade had escaped from the thief.

"You...you..."

The thief was shocked and panicked, grinning in pain, and sucking in the cold air one after another. He covered the bleeding wound, looking at Ye Fan as if he had run into a devil.

He didn't understand why Ye Fan could injure him from the air. His skills and lethality were too terrifying and extremely terrifying.

Ye Fan frightened: "You, take out your wallet and get out of here quickly, otherwise you will lose your other hand."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

The thief endured the pain and took out his wallet from his pocket with his left hand and threw it at Misha.

Misha took the wallet, checked it, but did not find anything missing, so she felt relieved and said to Ye Fan: "Let him go, let's go."

"Um."

Ye Fan then turned around and left.

There was a burst of applause in the screening room, and the audience applauded his brave behavior.

"How did you defeat the thief just now?"

While returning to the Eighth Screening Room, Misha couldn't wait to ask, sincerely curious.

"Because I have luck." Ye Fan explained, "Do you understand Qigong?"

Misha's eyes were full of curiosity: "I heard of it, but I don't understand it very much. Can you demonstrate it?"

"Are you sure you want to demonstrate?"

"Well, because they are curious."

"Are you wearing leggings?" Ye Fan glanced at Misha's dress and suddenly smiled.

"Of course." The other party thought to himself, what does luck have to do with leggings, and what tricks does the Chinese teenager have to do.

"Then you have to look at it." Ye Fan waved his palm up casually.

Out of thin air, a gust of wind suddenly rose, and Misha's skirt rose slightly.

Of course, Ye Fan had tried his best to control the strength, so her skirt was lifted up by about a centimeter, otherwise, it would have turned into a waist-length skirt, revealing the charming scenery.

"oops."

Misha whispered softly, and quickly reached out to caress the hem of her skirt, her pretty face flushed with shame.

She didn't expect Ye Fan would use this method to let herself experience the power of qigong himself. This guy is really bad.

While shy, Misha was also secretly surprised by Ye Fan's kung fu. After all, it was incredible that he could generate energy from the air.

"How do you feel now?"

"Your kung fu is really amazing." Misha couldn't help but raise a thumb.

When I arrived at the screening room on the 8th, the movie had just begun. As the lights went out, the light in the hall was very dim.

"Mr. Ye, can you hold my hand?"

In order to increase the distance from Ye Fan before, Misha said specifically, "Otherwise, if I fall and break my appearance, you will be responsible."

“It makes sense.”

Ye Fan knew how to hold the other party's hand and thought to himself, "Are foreign girls so bold? They hold hands when they meet for the first time. Then, can they get off the sheets after seeing each other a few times?"

Misha was moved by the Chinese boy holding his jade hand because she felt that she and the other party were like a couple to watch the movie.

"Misa, don't forget what you came to China for and don't have any emotions about the target of the assassination."

A voice sounded in her heart, reminding her.

Misha's emotions became complicated again and she didn't know how to choose.

Before they knew it, the two sat in adjacent seats and watched the video.

During this period, Misha secretly glanced at Ye Fan and found that the other party was meticulously watching. Her serious appearance made people want to come forward and watch carefully.

At this time, for her, assassinating Ye Fan, the right time, place and people.

As long as Misha is willing, she just needs to bend down gently, pull out her weapon from the soles of her high-heeled shoes, and then attack Ye Fan, who is unprepared and kills her with one blow.

"Missa, what are you waiting for? God-given opportunity, kill him now!"

The voice in his heart sounded again, urging Misha to act quickly.

However, then a different sound appeared.

"No, in order to regain your wallet, he is not afraid of a knife-holding thief and risking his life to help you. How can you repay your grudges and revenge?"

"If you miss this opportunity, I'm afraid you will have to go through a lot of trouble if you kill him again. Get started!"

"The soldier's responsibility is to uphold justice. If you kill Ye Fan, it is a crime and stands on the opposite side of justice."

"If you don't kill Ye Fan, how do you explain to General Marshall!"

Misha couldn't help but shudder, and then subconsciously touched her high heels.

Because of the darkness of the light, no one would notice her actions.

Even Ye Fan, who was closest to her, was still watching the video with all his attention and did not notice anything unusual about her.

This is indeed a godsend opportunity. Whether it is to remove the dagger or the pocket pistol, you can quickly solve the target person at close range.

Misha's hands were already placed on the heel, and as long as she wanted, she would take out the weapon from it in the next second.

Although she was a well-trained lady soldier, at this moment, she was still extremely nervous and couldn't help but breathe deeply, as if she didn't do that, as if she would suffocate the next second.

"You're okay."

Ye Fan heard the sound of breathing and turned his head and cared, "Is it because of drunkenness that he is still feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, maybe this plot is so exciting."

Misha hurriedly retracted her hand and smiled uneasyly at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan expressed his understanding: "You girls usually like to watch idol dramas, and they rarely watch such spy movies."

His previous concerns made Misha, who was already hesitant, become indecisive again.

Killing or not killing is a difficult situation that has never been seen before.
Chapter completed!