Along with the sound of cracking bones, the God of Death suddenly let out a scream!
"ah--"
His entire right arm drooped limply, obviously broken!
The God of Death was sweating profusely, and beads of sweat the size of peas kept sliding down his forehead. The pain made his entire face contort, making him look extremely ferocious.
At this moment, he has no greater heart than this!
The leader of the dignified killing god organization had one of his arms broken off by someone else!
This is simply a shame!
The God of Death was filled with rage and was about to burst out!
However, due to Ye Fan's terrifying strength, he dared not speak out in anger, and did not even dare to think of revenge!
After all, he knew very well that he would definitely not be able to deal with an existence of Ye Fan's level by himself!
Thinking of this, the God of Death endured the severe pain and gritted his teeth and said to Ye Fan: "Dragon King, you...you have already destroyed me...my hands. Shouldn't you fulfill your promise?"
I have a dog’s life?”
Seeing the expression of the God of Death pleading for mercy, Ye Fan smiled coldly and said: "Don't worry! I, Ye Fan, have always kept my promises. Now that I have made a promise, I will never break it! I can spare your life, but...
....."
Speaking of this, Ye Fan suddenly paused and then looked at the God of Death with a gloomy look.
"Dragon King, but what!"
The God of Death was stunned again, and his heart suddenly thumped. It seemed to him that Ye Fan would suddenly go back on his word?
At this time, Ye Fan's eyes became cold, and then he said word by word: "But... death! Sin! Can! Avoid! Live! Sin! Hard! Escape!"
"and......"
Having said this, Ye Fan paused again.
At this time, the God of Death was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack. He asked with an aggrieved look on his face: "Dragon...Dragon King, can you finish what you have said? Stop here."
Stop, stop there! You are simply torturing me like this! I’m afraid my little heart can’t bear the shock!”
At this time, Ye Fan flicked the ashes of his cigarette, then took a leisurely breath and said, "You don't have to be afraid. I told you that if I only cripple your arm, I will cripple your arm! I will never kill you!"
After hearing Ye Fan's statement, the God of Death breathed a sigh of relief secretly.
He asked cautiously: "Dragon King, do you have any other requests?"
At this time, Ye Fan flicked the ash from his cigarette and said with a playful look: "And you have to pay me 10 billion US dollars in compensation. This is my mental damage fee!"
"What? Ten billion dollars?!"
Upon hearing this number, the God of Death widened his eyes and looked confused.
He never expected that Ye Fan had already lost his hands and now he was asking for money!
Moreover, it is still 10 billion US dollars!
Ten billion in mental damages, if the compensation is so high, I am willing to suffer mental damage, no! Even if it is torture, it doesn't matter.
because!
Ten billion is delicious!
But this is only for the outside world, but this amount is really too big for the God of Death, and he can't come up with it at all!
"Why, can't you bear it?"
Ye Fan sneered, and then reached out again to grab the wound on the killing god's arm.