Ye Fan was about to take down the gray-clothed killer in one go, but he saw Zheng Qiankun rushing up with several Zheng bodyguards yelling.
Zheng Qiankun charges and takes people to shoot.
More than a dozen bullets shot from Ye Fan, not only forcing the gray-clothed killer to retreat, but also killed two killers who fired the cold arrows.
But this also restricted Ye Fan's actions.
At this time, the gray-clothed killer redirected his body and retreated more than ten meters later. He looked at Tang Shi'er unwillingly, and then waved his left hand suddenly.
The other killers rushed towards Ye Fan immediately.
"Puff!"
Ye Fan pulled Tang Shi'er back and stuffed the pills into one hand, and sprinkled stones at the rushing killer with the other hand.
Zheng Qiankun, who was shooting the photobullet, hurriedly retreated: "Mr. Ye, be careful!"
Ye Fan grabbed a samurai sword, and rushed into the killer group like a tiger coming out of the gate.
He slashed left and right at the enemy, like lightning.
Five or six killers who rushed over were penetrated by stones and covered their wounds with a shrill scream.
The combat power dropped to zero instantly.
Ye Fan did not stop, and raised his hand and cut them all over to the ground.
One by one, the killers screamed under Ye Fan's knife and fell down in a spin.
The smell of blood instantly spread, making the gloomy sky more depressing.
The gray-clothed killer frowned slightly and retreated a few meters.
"Swoosh--" A killer slashed from Ye Fan's right! Under Tang Shi'er's sharp gaze, Ye Fan kicked his left foot and shot a crossbow arrow.
The latter screamed in an instant, and his body rushed towards him not only stagnated, but also flipped backwards, throwing away his weapons and covering his face and screaming.
In less than three seconds, he died.
The next second, Ye Fan slapped his backhand and directly slapped a killer in the face.
The latter's cheeks instantly showed five bloody marks.
He fell straight to the ground.
"Swoosh swish swish!"
At this moment, four more killers rushed over and released a wave of poisonous needles.
The poisonous needle was shot at Ye Fan overwhelmed.
This was originally reserved for them when they evacuated, but at this moment, many brothers were still alive, so they didn't care about leaving behind to survive.
Tang Shi'er's expression changed drastically: "Be careful, Mr. Ye!"
Ye Fan was not panicked, but just grabbed a corpse, blocked all the poisonous needles, and then smashed the corpse out.
The four of them turned over and fell down.
Ye Fan was not only full of morale but also had ruthless methods. He killed all the killers who rushed over in less than half a minute.
"Woo--" Seeing Ye Fan so difficult and difficult, the remaining eight killers showed their solemnity, holding the sword and staring at Ye Fan coldly.
At this moment, a whistle sounded, and the remaining killer's face changed, and then changed the formation and retreated continuously.
The gray-clothed killer retreated the fastest.
At the same time, a large number of elite Tang sects extinguished the flames and rushed out.
"Uncle! Still want to run?"
Tang Shi'er was panting, took the pills, gathered some strength, and then snatched Gatlin from an elite Tang Sect.
The killer who rushed halfway through felt something was wrong, turned his head and saw that Tang Shi'er was locking in their bodies with murderous aura.
The eight killers' faces changed drastically and were about to avoid them, but it was too late. Tang Shi'er had already pulled the trigger.
"Dadada--" Gatlin sounded like fried beans, and countless bullets drove them into sieves! Only the gray-clothed killer rushed into an alley and disappeared.
In the distance, the whistle stopped abruptly... Ye Fan wanted to pursue him, but was worried that he would be lured out of the mountain. After all, the situation on the scene was too chaotic.
He rescued Tang Shier and didn't want him to die again.
Of course, the most important reason is that he is worried about Zheng Qiankun... While the Tangmen's children were cleaning the scene, Secretary Jiang had already protected Ichiro Abe in.
Zheng Qiankun and Ye Fan were also invited in.
After entering the sanatorium, Ye Fan learned why the killer was at the main entrance to commit suicide attacks, because there was no chance of attacking in the sanatorium.
Not only are there three steps, five steps, but there are also many levels and ID codes, and you will be taken down immediately if you have any differences.
Several fires ignited by the killer were just smashed into the vicinity of the nursing home wall with a molten bottle.
This is also the reason why there are no more troubles in the sanatorium outside.
As long as Tang Pingfan and Abe Ichiro's safety is protected, there is no need to worry about the chaos at the door.
"Mr. Tang, Secretary Jiang, I want to meet the leader of Tang for treatment as soon as possible!"
Perhaps because he was worried about the long night and dreams, or perhaps because he was worried that the enemy would have a killer move, Abe Ichiro did not rest and directly asked to treat Tang Pingfan immediately.
He obviously realized that treating Tang Pingfan had violated the interests of many people.
When Tang Shier and Secretary Jiang saw that Abe Ichiro insisted so much, they gave up the idea of letting him rest for a night before seeing a doctor.
Tang Shi'er ran to the ward with a tired body and communicated with Tang Pingfan.
In less than ten minutes, Tang Shier returned to the hall and spoke to Abe Ichiro: "Mr. Abe, my elder brother is welcome."
Then he looked at Ye Fan again: "Mr. Ye, you can also go with me to see my elder brother."
"When he is well treated, he is in good spirits. You can ask if you have anything to do."
This is also to repay Ye Fan's life-saving grace.
Ye Fan nodded gently: "Thank you, Mr. Tang. You must also deal with your injuries quickly, otherwise it will be very troublesome after a long time."
He reminded me.
Tang Shi'er suffered a considerable injury and was poisoned, and even his internal organs were damaged, but he refused to rest and treat him. After taking Ye Fan's pills, he supported himself to deal with the matter.
Tang Shi'er smiled: "Thank you Mr. Ye for your concern. When I finish my elder brother's treatment, I will have a good rest. Then I will thank Mr. Ye for your kindness."
Ye Fan smiled: "Mr. Tang, be polite!"
He saw that Tang Shi'er refused to treat him immediately. The most important reason was that Tang Pingfan saw that he was the one who had bleeding for the Tang Sect.
He couldn't help but sigh again that the wealthy family is indeed deep.
Zheng Qiankun also stood up: "Tang Shier, I'll go see Old Tang too. He's here. If he doesn't meet him, he will think I don't respect him."
Tang Shier did not refuse, and spoke meaningfully: "Let's come together and witness Mr. Abe's high medical skills, but you must keep quiet."
Then, he took Zheng Qiankun and Ye Fan to the backyard.
Walking through the yard corridor where he was talking endlessly, Ye Fan followed Tang Shier to a 50-square-meter bedroom.
The doors and windows are wide, the dome is tall, sandalwood flows, and the fragrance of books is scattered around.
There are more than a dozen men and women in gorgeous clothes inside, with a big bed in the middle, and an old man in white lies on the bed.
He lost a small piece of lips and a finger, his eyes were deep, his cheeks were thin, his lips were white, and his arms and neck muscles were black.
He closed his eyes at this time, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was suffering trembling.
It was Tang Pingfan.
When Ye Fan saw it, he felt that his body had reached its limit and his internal organs were slowly depleting, like a rotten wood that was about to end.
But under this deep dusk aura, Ye Fan still smelled a hint of unwillingness, Tang Pingfan's struggle and indomitable struggle against life.
It was also this breath that made him live to this day.
Ye Fan knew that Tang Pingfan had reached the critical moment of life and death, either breaking out of his cocoon and being reborn, or grass growing on his grave.
Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh. Xiong Tianjun and the others' toxins are really powerful, and they can make Tang Pingfan, who has the power, helpless to exhaust his resources.
He thought that he would be sure to resolve the problem after taking action.
But Tang Pingfan didn't want him to do anything, so Ye Fan didn't insist and waited for Abe Ichiro to treat him.
There was also a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Can this big guy who is rumored to dissolve blood corpse flower toxins easily detoxify Tang Pingfan?