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Chapter 403 Yang Fan Go Die

Yang Fan squinted his eyes and looked at the seven or eight young men from the Xingyao Gang rushing towards him across the road. He casually pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke in his lungs, as if he wanted to take away the depression in his chest.

It's like breathing out all the breath.

In an instant, these young men from Juyingshe had arrived in front of Yang Fan and surrounded him.

"Yang Fan, if you are wise, just follow us." The leader, who was about the same age as Yang Fan, looked at Yang Fan with a gloomy expression and said in a deep voice.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and asked: "Who is in charge of your Xingyao Gang now?"

"This is not what you should ask!" The leader of the Xingyao Gang tightly held the machete in his hand and said, "Come back to the Xingyao Gang with us honestly, we won't embarrass you!"

"Don't embarrass me?" Yang Fan smiled, pointed at the machete in this boy's hand, and said, "Then what do you mean?"

"Yang Fan, don't pretend to be confused here! Who knows if you can run away or not!" The leader couldn't control his anger and said angrily: "This is to prevent you from escaping. As long as you dare to run,

I’ll chop you into pieces today.”

"Just you guys?" Yang Fan said disdainfully: "Xingyao Gang, I will go, but not now!"

"What do you mean?" the boy who headed the Xingyao Gang said, and took a step forward. The other boys from the Xingyao Gang also took a step forward, and the encirclement narrowed again.

"My meaning is very clear. If I go to the Xingyao Gang with you now, I will only be dead." Yang Fan said: "Do you think I will be so stupid? I will go to your Xingyao Gang, but I have to wait for you.

Brother’s death will come to light!”

After saying this, Yang Fan flicked out the cigarette butt in his hand, and the cigarette butt accurately hit the eye of a member of the Xingyao Gang. While the boy was rubbing his eyes, Yang Fan stepped forward and snatched it from his hand.

with the machete, and at the same time kicked the boy from the Xingyao Gang back several steps and sat down on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Fan turned around quickly and swung the machete in his hand repeatedly. However, it was not to kill people, but to resist the opponent's machete.

Suddenly, a pleasant "ding-ding-ding-ding" sound sounded, and Yang Fan resisted seven or eight knives at this moment.

"Brothers, stop chasing!" Yang Fan pointed at the seven or eight Shueisha brothers with a machete in his hand and said, "You are no match for me. I said I will go to the Xingyao Gang, but not now!"

Yang Fan walked backwards while talking.

Pedestrians and vehicles on the road were all rushing along in a hurry, but when they saw this scene, they all stopped. It is rare for gangsters to kill people on the street. This kind of scene is rare.

"Come on." The leader of the Xingyao Gang waved his hand, and a group of people immediately rushed towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly in his heart, turned around and ran away! The people from the Xingyao Gang wanted to take him back to the Xingyao Gang.

They fight. Besides, if I really fight with them, I'm afraid more and more Xingyao gang members will come. By that time, even if I am an iron man, I'm afraid I won't be able to break out.

A bright light pierced the sky, and the deafening thunder sounded again!

The sound of thunder caused the crowd that was originally watching the excitement to disperse like frightened birds. It was just before six o'clock, but the sky became as dark as night due to the heavy gloom. It can be imagined that the weather at this time

How gloomy it is.

The street lights on the road turned on at some unknown time, but the turning on of the street lights made people feel even more panicked.

How many years have we not seen such weather?

"Fuck, stop!" The leader of the Xingyao Gang shouted out of breath to Yang Fan, who was running ahead.

Yang Fan continued to run forward without looking back. Who the hell has the time to deal with them at this time?

"Damn it, why haven't the long-haired people arrived yet?" the leader of the Xingyao Gang scolded, and then turned to a boy following him and shouted: "Did you fucking call to inform me?"

"I've informed you. Brother Changmao's people are the closest to here. They said they would be here immediately." The boy replied immediately.

At this moment, a huge raindrop fell on the head of the leader of Shueisha, causing his forehead to hurt. He just raised his head and glanced at the sky, and saw big raindrops falling from the sky one after another.

With just a dazzling effort, the raindrops turned into a downpour.

The rain was surprisingly heavy. The downpour suddenly reduced visibility to the lowest level. Yang Fan was only five or six meters ahead of him, but the heavy rain made it impossible for him to see Yang Fan at all!

"Find a place to take shelter from the rain." The leader of the Xingyao Gang shouted loudly, but the sound of rain drowned out his voice. A group of Juyingsha boys were like headless flies, and they suddenly lost their sense of direction, and then they all ran away

Dispersed.

In the rain, a person stood, staring closely at the direction in which the Xingyao Gang boys were chasing! This person was none other than Yang Fan.

Yang Fan slowly raised his head, and the pouring rain immediately fell directly on his face. Yang Fan just stood motionless, letting the rain wash away his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

.

After a long time, Yang Fan lowered his head, glanced at the direction in which the Xingyao Gang boys were chasing, turned around and strode away.

In a dilapidated community and a dilapidated residential building, Yang Fan stood on the corridor from the second floor to the third floor, looking at the pouring rain outside through the corridor window and frowning.

He reached out to touch the cigarettes on his body out of habit. Unexpectedly, the cigarette box he pulled out was soaked. He threw away the cigarettes and took out his mobile phone. At a glance, Yang Fan was happy. This mobile phone

The computer is still fucking dead? Well, I originally planned to replace you, but now, I have changed my mind and won’t replace you...

This may be called joy in suffering...

Despite this, Yang Fan carefully shut down the phone, opened it, checked it carefully, dried the phone before putting in the battery and turning it back on.

At this time, what Yang Fan needs is to stay in touch with the outside world. To put it bluntly, if Yang Fan doesn't have his mobile phone at this time, he is probably blind.

There were several missed calls on his mobile phone. Yang Fan looked through them and found that they were basically all calls from people around him. Yang Fan found the number of his elder brother Wu Chenghai and was about to call him. But the phone suddenly rang at this moment.

"Ye Rong!" Yang Fan answered the phone. This call was from Ye Rong.

"Where are you?" Ye Rong's voice was cold, without any emotion.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly. Ye Zhengxing was Ye Rong's father. Her father died on his own territory. Maybe Ye Rong would also suspect him?

"Why are you calling me?" Yang Fan asked instead of answering Ye Rong's words. After a pause, Yang Fan said again: "Or, I should ask this, what are you thinking now? Are you also suspicious?

Did I kill your father?"

"Tell me where you are! Maybe I can give you a chance to explain." Ye Rong took a deep breath and said: "It's raining so heavily outside, you can't run far. That area is already surrounded by the Xingyao Gang.

The water is flowing out! As soon as the rain stops, we will launch a blanket search!"

"A chance to explain?" Yang Fan chuckled: "I don't want this opportunity! What I need is for your father's death to be revealed! During this period, I will never let you catch it."

"You are seeking death." Ye Rong said harshly.

"It's not enough to say nothing." Yang Fan said calmly: "Ye Rong, I'm hanging up. I hope you can calm down now."

After saying this, Yang Fan hung up the phone.

At this moment, a white Audi Q7 slowly drove into this dilapidated community. The driver was none other than Ye Rong.

Ye Rong drove slowly into this dilapidated community, opened the car window, made a phone call, and listened to the movement outside the car window.

The phone only rang a few times before being hung up. Ye Rong continued to dial while driving forward. Suddenly, a vague ringtone came into Ye Rong's ears. Ye Rong immediately stopped the car and pushed the phone.

He opened the door and walked out.

It was only a few steps away from the car to the corridor of this building, but it turned Ye Rong into a drowned rat. However, Ye Rong didn't pay attention to this at all and continued to make calls.

A phone ring rang in the quiet corridor, and then stopped abruptly.

Ye Rong narrowed her eyes slightly, put away the phone, pulled out a dagger from her body, and touched it quietly.

"Yang Fan!" Ye Rong walked up the stairs and found Yang Fan standing facing the window.

Yang Fan said without looking back: "I saw your car." As he spoke, Yang Fan turned around and looked at Ye Rong standing in front of him.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Ye Rong looked very haggard, and she seemed to have no energy. However, Yang Fan still saw the word "hatred" in Ye Rong's eyes.

"Ye Rong, don't let hatred blind you." Yang Fan looked at Ye Rong and said calmly: "I have no reason or motive to kill your father! Moreover, I have not been in Yunshan City these days at all.

, I don’t know what’s going on here!”

"Really?" Ye Rong walked slowly towards Yang Fan with her hands behind her back and asked, "Where have you been these past few days? What have you been doing?"

"I went back to my hometown with Liu Qing." Yang Fan said calmly.

Ye Rong had already walked to Yang Fan and stood next to him, looking up at Yang Fan.

Ye Rong's eyes were bloodshot, and one could only imagine how she spent these days.

Ye Rong suddenly stretched out a hand gently and pinched Yang Fan's chin. Then, she slowly leaned over and kissed Yang Fan on the lips. Then, Ye Rong whispered softly in Yang Fan's ear: "Yang Fan,

go to hell!"

The dagger held in Ye Rong's other hand suddenly stabbed out at this moment, hitting Yang Fan in the lower abdomen...


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