After Ling Qianshui received Qinglang's call, he immediately led people to the villa.
In the past, she would have wasted energy on such trivial matters, and would not have been interested in watching her opponent die, but it was different for Mark.
Pouring coffee, killing methods, destroying the black wolf, and the auction even ruined Mr. Zheng's good deeds and caused him to lose 10 billion. Ling Qianshui naturally hated Ye Fan deeply.
So she wanted to send Ye Fan to death with her own hands.
The convoy soon arrived at the abandoned villa, and Ling Qianshui emerged wearing sunglasses, with dozens of close relatives approaching and surrounding her.
She was accompanied by Zheng Junqing's bodyguard, a dull old man.
Zheng Junqing originally wanted to come over to see Ye Fan off, but due to his sensitive identity, it was inconvenient to show up at the murder scene, so he finally asked the dull old man to come over and verify his identity.
"very good."
"Damn Ye Fan, for opposing us, it's time to die."
Seeing the blue and white car and a few pools of blood on the ground, Ling Qianshui showed a sense of pleasure and concluded that it was the blood flowing from Ye Fan's body.
Qinglang had reported in detail on the way here. Ye Fan came to the abandoned villa and found clues. He resisted and injured two companions, but he was eventually shot and wounded.
Then he led someone to tie Ye Fan to the sofa in the hall, waiting for Ling Qianshui's personal confession.
Ling Qianshui couldn't help but feel happy at the thought of Ye Fan, who had been stealing the limelight, becoming a prisoner. Killing this bastard would be an explanation for both himself and Young Master Zheng.
Ling Qianshui walked forward with dozens of cronies.
The dull old man took a moment to examine the blood stains. He found that the blood was located in different directions, and there was no trace of flowing out in the middle.
He was thoughtful.
"Qinglang, where is the person?"
Ling Qianshui led people into the dim hall, and suddenly felt that his vision became darker and the air became a little turbid.
It was already the time when the lanterns were first turned on, and there was only the last ray of light in the sky, so the hall without lights was even darker than outside.
Can only barely see the outline of a person or object, but cannot identify the true face.
Ling Qianshui narrowed his eyes slightly and waved his jade hand to drive away the too turbid air.
No one responded in the lobby.
Several Sirius elites went to turn on the lights in the hall, only to find that the light bulb was broken and could not be turned on. They could only take out their mobile phones for simple lighting.
However, Ling Qianshui didn't pay attention at first. Her eyes were attracted by a person in the dining room.
Although the man's face could not be seen, the clothes he wore were exactly what Ye Fan wore in the afternoon.
He was currently tied up with five-flowered ropes, half dead and with his head lowered, as if he had suffered a serious blow.
There were also two Sirius Club men sitting on the chairs on both sides.
It's just that they wear earplugs in their ears, as if they are listening to music to relieve their boredom.
"Ye Fan, I never thought you would be here today."
Ling Qianshui smiled sweetly when he saw this, and led the people towards the dining room.
Soon, she twisted her waist and approached the dining room, and dozens of her subordinates rushed in first.
One of them even had the instinct to press the wall light switch.
"careful--"
Before Ling Qianshui walked in, a voice shouted from the door.
Then the dull old man pounced like a cheetah, hugged Ling Qianshui and flipped him backwards onto the sofa.
At almost the same moment, the switch in the dining room was pressed, and there were only two popping sounds, and the light bulb above the head lit up, and then there was a short circuit and sparks.
Dozens of elite Sirius members looked up blankly.
In the sparks, the field of vision became extremely clear, and all I could see was floating dust above my head.
Dust explosion?
Dozens of people were shouting at the same time, and the next second they were rushing to the entrance.
It's just too late.
The dining room, which was filled with flour, sawdust, and grass clippings, exploded with a loud bang.
Light and heat are instantly filled.
The dining room looked like a fire-breathing monster, exploding into an orange-gold fireball.
The raging shock waves and air waves overturned everything in the dining room and tore it apart in an extremely ruthless manner.
Almost all the glass in the villa was shattered and fell downstairs.
--
fall.
Dozens of people screamed and fell to the ground, either killed on the spot or with extensive burns.
The scene was horrific.
A pile of debris was still flying around, damaging the hall beyond recognition.
A piece of glass also hit Ling Qianshui's face directly. Fortunately, the dull old man shot it down in time, otherwise he would have been disfigured even if he had not died.
Ling Qianshui wanted to rescue his companions, but found that there was no way to do it. They were all dripping with blood and either dead or injured.
When a college student spread flour on his birthday and was lit by candles, more than a dozen people were killed or injured. If the dining room carefully prepared by Ye Fan exploded, how could the elite Sirius Club be active?
"Ye Fan, bastard, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"
Seeing the dead and wounded all over the ground, Ling Qianshui's heart felt like a knife:
"Ye Fan, get out of here, get out of here."
She never thought that Ye Fan was so cunning and insidious that the green wolf could not attack and kill him. He captured the green wolf and turned around to lure her, and then used local materials to create a dust explosion.
If the dull old man hadn't taken action in time just now, her skin would have peeled off even if she didn't die.
Too cruel.
So shameless.
Ling Qianshui took out his gun and shouted around: "Ye Fan, come out here."
"Come out."
There was no response from Ye Fan.
Only a few burned men responded miserably.
"Bang bang bang——"
Seeing their painful looks, Ling Qianshui raised his hand and fired a string of bullets, killing all five or six of his men.
"withdraw--"
The dull old man's face was also covered with dust, and he was still full of anger towards Ye Fan.
Outside, he analyzed the blood stains on the ground and found out that Ye Fan was injured strangely. He rushed in to inform Ling Qianshui, but he immediately realized the danger after feeling the dust.
Ye Fan set up a dust explosion trap.
Dust explosion refers to a dust cloud formed by mixing combustible dust with air in a confined space. Under the action of an ignition source, the resulting dust-air mixture burns rapidly.
The setup is simple, but extremely lethal.
The dull old man issued a warning as quickly as possible, but unfortunately he was still half a beat too late. He only had time to save Ling Qianshui, and dozens of elite members of the Sirius Society were all attacked.
But he was not dazzled by hatred and quickly pulled Ling Qianshui out of the hall.
Then he met up with the seven or eight bodyguards guarding outside and left.
Ling Qianshui was very unwilling and wanted to find Ye Fan's body cut into thousands of pieces.
But she also knew that the sky was dark and Ye Fan had already prepared. If he didn't leave, he would easily die.
The explosion just now was obviously going to kill him.
Ling Qianshui shouted hysterically: "Ye Fan, I must kill you, I must kill you..."
"Tsk, tsk, this bitch is really lucky. This didn't even kill her."
On a hill not far away, Shen Dongxing looked with a night vision telescope and expressed regret:
"If I had known, there would have been a few packets of flour sprinkled in the hall."
In addition to regret, he also worshiped Ye Fan even more, and Ling Qianshui suffered a big loss due to Feng Qingyun Dan.
"It's a pity that she wasn't killed, but the hall is too big and the damage is not as powerful as the dining room."
Ye Fan next to him had his hands behind his back: "Forget it, dozens of elites were killed or injured, so it's a slap in the face to her."
"Brother Fan, why don't we ambush him?"
Shen Dongxing's eyes flashed: "Do you want to keep Ling Qianshui directly?"
"She has a gun in her hand, seven or eight bodyguards, and the old man beside her is not simple either."
Ye Fan shook his head gently: "The ambush is bound to be a fierce battle, and many brothers will die, so let her go first."
He was mainly afraid of the old man, who looked wooden, but his agility and reaction to danger showed that he was definitely a troublesome person.
Shen Dongxing didn't say much and changed the subject: "Brother Fan, what should we do next?"
“Strike while the iron is hot.”
Ye Fan looked at the ashen Qinglang behind him and smiled: "You just said that Tianlang will have a gambling house that launders money for the Blood Medicine Sect?"
