Clearly, he saw the brothers he sent to lead the battle falling down one after another without interruption, and anger was rising in Huangfu Ye's gloomy eyes.
"Ye Jue, what should we do now?!" Ke Qingtian had obviously tried his best to suppress his shock, but his voice was still trembling violently.
If Yan Mufan secretly has such an astonishing murder weapon, then... if you want to bring him down, it is nothing more than: throwing an egg against a stone, overestimating your own capabilities, and destroying yourself.
Huangfu said nothing at night, staring straight at the screen.
Ke Qingtian was silent for a moment, and then continued: "Ye Jue, how about we retreat first?! It won't be too late to take action when we find out what Yang Mufan has secretly raised."
Huangfu Ye gritted his teeth coldly: "Withdraw?! How to withdraw?! Even if we are willing, Yang Mufan will give us a chance?!"
"Now what?!"
Huangfu Ye thought for a moment, then whispered: "You call immediately and ask them to adopt Plan 2."
Hearing this, Ke Qingtian nodded, quickly took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
The moment he hung up the phone, Huangfuye ordered coldly: "Call Wen Xiaorou, and let her do what she wants to do next. Whether Yang Muan lives or dies depends on her mood."
Originally, Ke Qingtian was a little confused and puzzled by Huangfuye's words.
But when he thought about it carefully, he felt that this was the most perfect decision.
After all, it would be better for them not to take action directly to kill Yang Mufan's biological son. It is always good to find a scapegoat.
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Seeing the men in black escaping hastily one after another, Sirius stopped and asked in a low voice: "Second brother, what should I do now?!"
Yang Mufan had a stern look on his face.
He glared at the backs of the group of people fiercely, and then, without any emotion at all, uttered a sentence coldly: "This time, I want them all to die."
After hearing these words, Tianlang and others clearly understood: This time, Yang Mufan was completely angered.
They nodded, then led their own people to catch up quickly.
Wen Xiaorou quietly walked out of the bathroom after Yang Mufan and others all went downstairs.
She stood steadily in the corridor, looking at the corpses lying strewn about the ground through the dim night lights that were automatically activated, and the faces of the signs showed no expression at all.
Tick-tick~tick-tick~
The originally noisy hospital became deathly quiet due to the retreat of Yang Mufan and others.
The slender high-heeled shoes hit the ground, making a crisp knock, sound after sound, ringing very rhythmically.
The moment she opened the ICU ward with her magnetic card, she saw Yang Muan lying on the hospital bed with all kinds of tubes inserted into her body.
The cunning silver moonlight filtered in through the glass window, covering the whole room with a dark and cold feeling.
Wen Xiaorou stopped in front of the hospital bed and looked down at Yang Mu'an's unusually peaceful face.
As she watched, Wen Xiaorou went from being expressionless at the beginning to losing her mind at the end, laughing maniacally. She glared at Yang Muan fiercely, and then gritted her teeth and said: "Yangmu An, actually I really like you. But, it's your fault.
Fate is bad, whose son are you? Why is it Yang Mufan’s son?! Don’t blame Auntie, I am cruel. Who said that because of your existence, Sheng Sheng might lose everything he should have?! Don’t worry,
Chapter completed!