As soon as the last note fell, Admiration Fan Leng's face was stern, like a Shura who had just been resurrected from hell, wrapped in a soul-stirring black miasma. With lightning speed, Shen Mengxin was brutally knocked into the floor-to-ceiling window...
There was a crisp "clang" sound, and the transparent and clean glass shattered to the ground.
As for Shen Mengxin, she felt that she was suddenly pushed away by a strong force. The moment she smashed the glass, she felt a sharp bone-shattering pain in her back and head. The next second, her whole body suddenly felt... Flying out, then falling rapidly...
"Ah——" A miserable scream broke through the silence of the night.
"Ula~", a crisp whistle followed closely.
Swish~swish~swish~——
Wow~Wow~Wow~——
Under the pitch-black night, eight piercing black shadows suddenly appeared from all directions, leaping in mid-air at lightning speed, and catching the rapidly falling woman covered in blood.
They were well-trained, lined up neatly in two rows, knelt on one knee in the flower garden at the bottom of the building, and shouted in unison rigorously and respectfully: "azrael·an!"
Yang Mufan was dressed in cold black clothes and stood in front of the broken floor-to-ceiling windows. The dim and cold lights in the room filled the air from behind him, shrouding him tightly, reflecting the thick night in the depths. The already tall and muscular body became taller and taller, like a ghost that had just descended into the dark night, constantly exuding an evil and spooky strange aura, so dark that it made people feel frightened...
"Put her in darkroom No. 7, torture her as you like, and then raise her like a dog!!" Yang Mufan's cold and stern voice slowly sounded without any warmth, "Remember, only leave her a little while." In tone, I can only survive every day, and then I can’t survive or die..."
"Yes!!" The secret guards received the order and responded respectfully in unison.
"Go ahead, notify me. Yang Muchen is wanted worldwide. If you can, capture him alive. If you resist, then... kill, none, pardon!!" After finishing the command with an expressionless face, Yang Mufan turned around with a crazy bloodthirsty sneer at the corner of his mouth. Stride away.
The eight secret guards never dared to look at the man whose aura was so powerful that it made his soul tremble. From the corner of their eyes, they saw Yang Mufan leaving. They immediately shouted respectfully: "Farewell a An." !”
**
Half an hour later...
Ula——
The powerful and domineering sports car roared past the wilderness on the outskirts of City G like a strong wind.
Yan Mufan's handsome face was covered with a thick layer of ice.
His perfect thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, constantly exuding an angry and dangerous aura, while his pool-like eyes were filled with ice and snow, shooting out biting coldness...
The special watch worn on the wrist emits a subtle "tick" sound every three seconds.
Admiring Fanying's thick eyebrows, he frowned impatiently, took out his mobile phone, and quickly turned it on.
The first second after turning on the phone, Nan Juefeng's phone number flashed in.
Putting on the Bluetooth headset, Yang Mufan connected, and before Nan Juefeng could speak, he said bluntly: "Brother, I have something urgent to deal with now. I'll call you when I'm done."
With that said, he was about to hang up the phone.
However, the second before hanging up, he clearly heard Nan Juefeng's angry and almost crazy roar, which was earth-shattering: "Yang Mufan, you fucking bird feathers, turn off the phone, cao, Mu Wanqing's There was an explosion in the hospital and no one escaped. Are you still in the mood to deal with other things?! In a word, do you want to care about Mu Wanqing's life or death? If not, I will withdraw——"
Creak——
Yang Mufan stepped on the brakes, and the speeding sports car made a screeching sound. The tires and the road surface caused a series of sparks before it stopped.
Grabbing the phone, Yang Mufan asked in shock and haste: "Brother, what did you say?!"
