Looking at the corpses on the ground, Ye Fan spat calmly and murmured: "Haha! You can't even hold on to a cigarette, you are so rubbish!"
"hateful!"
At this time, Luo Yongsheng's eyes widened and he looked at Mark with a ghostly expression, as if he saw a monster!
Originally, he thought that since he had the numerical advantage, he would be sure of victory, but he didn't expect that it would end like this!
Ye Fan just used one move and easily killed a top killer. His strength was too terrifying!
At this time, Ye Fan turned his head and looked at Luo Yongsheng, his face as cold as frost, and said in a cold voice: "Mr. Luo, it's your turn now!"
"Shua——"
After hearing these words, Luo Yongsheng suddenly felt like a basin of cold water was poured on him. His whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he was completely chilled!
He originally thought that this guy named Ye Fan might not be very strong and should be easy to deal with, but now he discovered that the other party was much stronger than he thought!
At this moment, big beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, his face was pale, and his breathing was extremely rapid!
Ye Fan took steps towards Luo Yongsheng!
Seeing Ye Fan approaching, Luo Yongsheng was so frightened that he trembled all over, his face was distorted, his pupils were constricted, his heart was beating so fast that he couldn't help but step back!
At this moment, does he still have any trace of the aura that he should have as the number one leader in the capital?
Just like a weakling!
Ye Fan squinted his eyes, locked his gaze on Luo Yongsheng, and said slowly: "I gave you a chance, but you didn't grasp it! So, don't blame me for being cruel!"
"Gulu——"
Luo Yongsheng swallowed hard, his face was pale, and he said in a panic: "Ye, don't be so arrogant, I still...have the last trump card..."
"Oh? What's the trump card?" Ye Fan asked with interest.
"Let me tell you! My backer is the famous God of Killing! If you dare to hurt me, then I guarantee that you will die miserably!"
Luo Yongsheng said through gritted teeth, obviously using his identity as the God of Death to oppress Ye Fan.
"Haha, it turns out to be the God of Death. I want to see if he dares to save you!"
Ye Fan sneered, then raised his leg and kicked him out!
boom!
He kicked Luo Yongsheng in the abdomen, sending him flying three or four meters away!
Phew!
Luo Yongsheng spat out a mouthful of blood, and then his face became ferocious and resentful, and he shouted not far away: "Damn it, I originally wanted to give you a chance to change your ways, but you kid won't accept the toast."
You'll have to drink wine as a penalty! Since you want to die, then I'll let you die!"
Then, Luo Yongsheng took out a mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the number of the God of Death immediately.
"Dudududu!"
After the phone rang a few times, someone answered.
At this time, a majestic and slightly hoarse low voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Luo, is that kid dead?"
"Not dead yet!"
Luo Yongsheng responded.
At this time, the God of Death was shocked and said: "What? He's not dead yet? I arranged for so many elites to help him, why is he not dead?"