It seems that in his eyes, the He family is like ants, not worth mentioning at all!
"Zhao Jianfeng! Just now your soldier pointed a gun at my head! What crime do you think he deserves?"
I saw him pointing at He Zhiyang coldly, his voice piercing He Zhiyang's heart like an ice edge.
"Shua——"
Zhao Jianfeng was so frightened that his face instantly turned pale.
Pointing a gun at the Dragon King? Is He Zhiyang mentally ill? Does he know the consequences of this?
In a fit of anger, Zhao Jianfeng pulled out his pistol and fired two shots at He Zhiyang's legs.
"ah!"
"ah!"
I saw He Zhiyang screaming twice on the spot. His left and right thighs were pierced by bullets. The bullet holes instantly spurted out columns of blood, staining his pants red.
At this time, he was rolling back and forth on the ground in pain. However, the pain in his body did not slow down at all, but became more and more painful.
"Bold He Zhiyang, have you eaten the courage of a bear and a leopard? How dare you point a gun at Mr. Ye? Do you know who Mr. Ye is?"
Zhao Jianfeng was so angry that he cursed loudly.
"Team...Captain, who is he?" He Zhiyang asked with a shocked look on his face.
He knew who Ye Fan was, but he knew he was in big trouble.
"King of Dragon Gate!"
"What? He...he is the rumored dragon...Dragon King?"
Suddenly, He Zhiyang was so frightened that he almost screamed.
As a warrior, of course he knows what the Dragon King is like.
Dragon King!
He is almost the supreme idol in the hearts of Chinese soldiers, and is the goal that everyone pursues throughout their lives.
King of Dragon Gate!
Unparalleled talent!
The Chinese people can live and work in peace and contentment because of the Dragon Gate protecting their homes and the country, and the person who commands the Dragon Gate to kill enemies and defend the country is the Dragon King.
However, what He Zhiyang never imagined was that he would actually point a gun at the Dragon King.
It’s over!
It’s all over now! Did I lose my mind just now? How dare I be so disrespectful to the Dragon King?
At this moment, He Zhiyang was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground with a look of fear on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.
No!
Seeing the Dragon King is scarier than seeing a ghost!
At this time, He Xiangtian on the side did not know the situation of the Dragon King. He saw his second son frightened like this, so he couldn't help but asked curiously: "Zhiyang, what's wrong with you? What Dragon King? What's wrong with dad?
Can’t you understand a word?”
"Dad! It's not important that you don't understand! What's important is that the He family was killed by you! The whole country that the older generation of the He family has worked hard for has been ruined by your hands!"
He Zhiyang beat his chest and yelled in annoyance.
"What?"
He Xiangtian was so frightened that he was dumbfounded on the spot. He knew that he was in trouble, but he wouldn't ruin the entire He family, right?
But now that his son said this, he believed it!
He knew that he had completely destroyed the He family and the country that the He family had worked hard for for several lifetimes.
At this moment, he realized that he was in trouble.
So, he knelt and crawled in front of Mark like a dog, then clasped his hands together and begged bitterly.
"Mr. Ye! I'm sorry! Just now... I was blind and blind, and I offended you unintentionally. Please, can you let the He family go?"
At this time, He Zhiyang dragged his injured legs, lying on the ground, crawling over, and kowtowed to Ye Fan to admit his mistake.
"Mr. Ye! My subordinate was blind just now. He shouldn't have pointed a gun at your head. I...I was wrong! Please, Mr. Ye, forgive me for being so rude!"
"Pah——"
I saw that Ye Fan ignored their pleas for mercy, but calmly took out a cigarette from his pocket and slowly lit it.
I saw him take a long breath, and then slowly exhale the smoke.
"call--"
Under the smoke, his stern face looked particularly cold, and his whole person looked uncertain. No one could clearly see his inner emotions.
The more this happened, the more frightened He Xiangtian and others became.
I saw that they didn't care about so much and kept kowtowing and admitting their mistakes.
"Mr. Ye, have mercy on me! Have mercy on me, Mr. Ye!"
"Mr. Ye, have mercy on me! Have mercy on me, Mr. Ye!"
"Mr. Ye, have mercy on me! Have mercy on me, Mr. Ye!"
...
At this time, Ye Fan flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said coldly, "You are begging for mercy now! Isn't it too late?"