After Ling Qianshui received the call from Qinglang, he immediately took people to the villa.
In the past, she would have been wasting her energy in such trivial matters, and would not have the interest to watch her opponent die, but it was different for Ye Fan.
Drinking coffee, killing the black wolf, and even causing bad things to be bad for Young Master Zheng at the auction, which made him lose 10 billion. Ling Qianshui naturally hated Ye Fan to the core.
So she wanted to send Ye Fan to death with her own hands.
The convoy soon arrived at the abandoned villa. Ling Qianshui, wearing sunglasses, came out, and dozens of confidants came to surround her.
She was also surrounded by Zheng Junqing's bodyguard, the dull old man.
Zheng Junqing originally wanted to come to see Ye Fan for a long time, but he was confined to the sensitive identity and was unable to appear in the murder scene, so he finally let the old man come over to verify his true self.
"very good."
"Damn Ye Fan, go against us, the death date is coming."
Seeing the blue and white car and a few pools of blood on the ground, Ling Qianshui showed a hint of pleasure and determined that it was the blood flowing from Ye Fan.
Qinglang had already reported in detail on his way to the old villa. Ye Fan found clues when he came to the old villa. He once resisted and injured two companions, but was eventually shot by him.
Then he led someone to tie Ye Fan to the sofa in the hall and waited for Ling Qianshui to take the lead.
Thinking of Ye Fan who was so popular that he became a prisoner, Ling Qianshui couldn't help feeling relieved. Killing this bastard was an explanation to himself and Young Master Zheng.
Ling Qianshui led dozens of confidants forward.
The dull old man looked at the bloodstains half a beat slower. He found that the blood was in different directions and there was no trace of flowing out in the middle.
He thought something.
"Green wolf, where are the people?"
Ling Qianshui took the people into the dim hall, and suddenly felt that his vision became darker and the air became a little more turbid.
It was the moment when the lights were first on, and there was only the last light in the sky, so the hall without lights was dimmer than outside.
You can only barely see the outline of a person or object, but you cannot recognize the true face.
Ling Qianshui narrowed his eyes slightly and waved his jade hand to drive away the overly turbid air hall. No one responded.
Several elite Tianlang soldiers went to press the lights in the hall, but found that the light bulb was broken and could not be turned on. They could only take out their phones for simple lighting.
However, Ling Qianshui didn't care at first, and her eyes were attracted by the dining room.
Although the man could not see his face, his clothes were exactly what Ye Fan wore in the afternoon.
He was tied up in a big way at this moment, lowering his head half-dead, as if he had suffered a severe blow.
There were also two Sirius men sitting on the chairs on both sides.
But they wear ear plugs in their ears, as if they are listening to music to relieve boredom.
"Ye Fan, I didn't expect you to be today."
Seeing this, Ling Qianshui smirked and took the people to press towards the dining room.
Soon, she twisted her waist and approached the dining room, and dozens of subordinates rushed in first.
One of them could instinctively press the wall lighting switch.
"Be careful--" Before Ling Qianshui could walk in, a voice roared from the door.
Then the dull old man rushed over like a cheetah, hugged Ling Qianshui and turned backwards into the sofa.
Almost at the same time, the switch in the dining room was pressed, and there were only two snaps, and the light bulb above the head lit up, and then a short circuit appeared.
Dozens of elite Tianlang will look up in a daze.
In the spark, the vision became particularly clear, and the top of the head was filled with floating dust.
Dust explosion?
Dozens of people shouted in their hearts at the same time, and the next second, they rushed towards the entrance.
It's just too late.
The dining room filled with flour, wood chips and grass chips was blown up with a loud bang.
Light and heat instantly fill.
The dining room was like a fire-breathing monster, blown into a big orange-gold fireball.
The raging shock waves and air waves overturned everything in the dining room, tearing them apart even more ruthlessly.
The glass of the villa was almost completely shattered and fell downstairs.
Dozens of people fell to the ground screaming, either killed by the bomb on the spot or burned a large area.
The scene was terrible.
A pile of debris was still flying around, knocking the hall out of recognition.
A piece of glass shot straight into Ling Qianshui's face. Fortunately, the dull old man took action to shoot it in time, otherwise he would be disfigured even if he didn't die.
Ling Qianshui wanted to rescue his companions, but found that he had no idea how to start. He was bleeding and either died or injured.
More than a dozen people were killed or injured when college students spread bread on their birthdays and spread flour and spread them with candles. After Ye Fan's carefully prepared dining room, how could the Tianlang be able to liven up the elite?
"Ye Fan, bastard, I want to kill you, I want to kill you!"
Seeing the death and wounded on the ground, Ling Qianshui felt like a knife: "Ye Fan, get out, get out."
She never expected that Ye Fan was so sinister and cunning that the Green Wolf could not attack and kill him. He took the Green Wolf and turned around to lure him, and then used local materials to cast dust and explode.
If the old man who was not a dull man took action in time just now, she would have shed skin even if she was not dead.
Too vicious.
Too shameless.
Ling Qianshui took out his gun and shouted at the surroundings: "Ye Fan, come out for me."
"Come out."
No Ye Fan responded.
Only a few burned subordinates responded miserably.
"Bang bang bang--" Seeing their painful appearance, Ling Qianshui raised his hand and shot all five or six of his subordinates.
"Retreat—" The dull old man also had dusty faces and was full of anger at Ye Fan.
Outside, he analyzed from the bloodstains on the ground that Ye Fan was injured and rushed in to know Ling Qianshui. After feeling the dust, he immediately realized the danger.
Ye Fan set up a dust explosion trap.
Dust explosion refers to dust clouds formed by combustible dust mixing with air in a confined space. Under the action of an ignition source, the dust and air mixture formed rapidly burns.
The setting is simple, but it is extremely lethal.
The old man from Muye issued a warning as quickly as possible, but unfortunately he was still half a beat slower and had only time to save Ling Qianshui. All dozens of elite Tianlang players were hit.
But he was not overwhelmed by hatred and pulled Ling Qianshui out of the hall quickly.
Then he met with seven or eight bodyguards guarded outside and left.
Ling Qianshui was very unwilling to accept that he wanted to find Ye Fan's body torn apart.
But she also knew that it was dark and Ye Fan was prepared for it. If he didn't leave, he would easily die.
The explosion just now was obviously a matter of killing one's own life.
Ling Qianshui roared hysterically: "Ye Fan, I must kill you, I must kill you." "Tsk tsk, this girl is so lucky, she didn't even kill her."
On the hill not far away, Shen Dongxing looked at it with a night vision telescope while showing regret: "If I had known, I would have sprinkled a few packets of flour in the hall."
In addition to regret, he also worshiped Ye Fan even more, and the wind and clouds were calm and the clouds were a big loss.
"It's a pity that she didn't blow her to death, but the lobby is too large and its lethality is not as strong as the dining room."
Ye Fan next to him was carrying his hands: "Forget it, dozens of elite soldiers were killed or injured, and it was a slap to her."
"She has a gun in her hand, and there are seven or eight bodyguards, and the old man around her is not simple."
Ye Fan shook his head gently: "The ambush will inevitably be a fierce battle. If many brothers are to die, let her go first."
He was mainly afraid of the old man, who looked like a wood, but his agility and reaction to danger showed that he was definitely a tricky person.
Chen Dongxing didn't talk much, and changed the subject: "Brother Fan, what will we do next?"
"Shoot while the iron is hot."
Ye Fan looked at the dead yellow wolf behind him and smiled, "You just said that Tianlang would have a gambling house that launders money for the Blood Medical Sect?"