Wang Fan also didn't expect that Mo Qingyao would be so shameless, pushing out Kelina to block the punch at the critical moment.
Looking at Kelina being pushed out, Wang Fan originally planned to kill her with one punch. After all, they were all enemies.
But catching the look of despair and loss in Kelina's eyes, Wang Fan still didn't make a move. He could only retract his fist first, and then push Kelina aside.
At this time, Mo Qingyao had already pulled back five or six meters, and there were many more elite members of the Huahu Club in front of him.
His eyes were filled with fear and endless anger. He stared at Wang Fan, pointed his finger, and shouted, "Kill him at all costs!"
"Roar!"
Following his voice, the elite members of the Huahu Club rushed towards Wang Fan crazily, while Mo Qingyao started to retreat again.
Now that his life is threatened, he has forgotten the funeral of his only son, Mo Dabao, and it is more important to escape from here first.
Wang Fan did not speak, but made a mistake in his steps and continued to kill Mo Qingyao.
His body was filled with a cold and murderous aura.
When things develop into this situation, he must kill Mo Qingyao, otherwise if he misses today, it will be difficult to have such a good opportunity in the future.
After all, there are less than three hundred people here now, and at most they only have guns in their hands.
Not to mention the lack of heavy firepower such as shells and grenades, even rocket launchers, these people did not carry them.
If he missed today, with Huahu Club's defense and firepower, it would be extremely difficult for him to come in and kill Mo Qingyao.
"You bastard, if you dare to offend our Huahu Club and Mo Longtou, you can die." A strong man quickly rushed to Wang Fan's side, roaring fiercely and punching him with heavy fists.
Wang Fan's expression didn't change much. He just kicked him and swept him away, knocking over a large piece of him.
After knocking this man down, Wang Fan directly drew the shadow knife without stopping.
call!
With one slash of the knife, more than ten people were chopped down, and blood splattered.
Wang Fan did not stop, but like a demon, he waved his sword bravely while approaching Mo Qingyao.
His eyes never left Mo Qingyao, and his body was filled with endless killing intent.
In just ten meters, nearly a hundred people fell at Wang Fan's feet. All of those nearly a hundred people were stained with blood and were dying.
Even the heavy rain could not wash away the blood soaked on the ground.
Seeing this scene, everyone's eyelids were twitching and their scalps were numb.
Tyranny, too tyrannical!
They felt that Wang Fan was like a demon and no one could stop his murderous pace.
Mo Qingyao was also filled with extreme fear. He even hated Kong Wucheng and his group to death.
What kind of powerful enemy did this provoke for him?
Looking at the fallen subordinates one by one, and looking at Wang Fan's steps forward step by step, he felt truly afraid for the first time.
"Mo Qingyao, you will die today. Even the king of heaven, I, can't save you!" Wang Fan's voice was cold and ruthless, killing several people in one step.
Mo Qingyao's face changed wildly, "Are you all pigs? Don't you know how to shoot? I gave you guns, did you fucking use them for decoration?"
He was almost scared out of his wits. He wanted to evacuate here quickly, but when his eyes caught the gun on Wang Fan's waist, he still didn't dare to make a move.
Here, with his subordinates acting as a human wall in front of him, he might still be able to survive, but once he leaves and is far away from the human wall, he will be a living target.
When the elite Huahuhui heard Mo Qingyao's order, they were stunned for a moment, and then they immediately grabbed their guns.
But before they had time to pull the trigger, Wang Fan's face turned cold and he took the lead in raising his gun and firing the bullet.
flutter!
There was a gunshot, and a strong man who was the quickest to draw his gun and was about to shoot was directly hit by Wang Fan. He fell straight to the ground with a look of unwillingness.
flutter!
Another shot, a guy who was planning to shoot from behind Wang Fan, just raised the gun and fell to the ground with blood splattered on his head.
Plop, plop!
Next, three more people were hit by bullets from Wang Fan's gun and were completely killed.
The whole place fell silent once again, and everyone felt horrified.
This marksmanship was so incredible that they didn't even dare to raise their guns again.
Wang Fan seemed to have eyes all over his body. No matter where someone was raising a gun, he would be able to detect it immediately and use a bullet to send the person to his death.
Mo Qingyao was also a little numb. He looked at his subordinates who dared not raise their guns and became furious, "You bastard, shoot him. He only has one gun. How many bullets can he have?"
"With so many of you and so many guns, are you still afraid of him? I'm just fucking feeding you?"
He was almost furious. Three hundred people could not handle a single Wang Fan. What a shame and what a travesty.
Wang Fan sneered, "You are right. There are indeed few bullets left in my gun, but I am sure that each of the remaining bullets is enough to kill one person."
"If you don't want to die, just raise your gun. I guarantee that the bullet will penetrate your head in the next moment."
"Of course, you can also pray that you can't raise the gun as fast as others, so that you won't die."
As if to confirm Wang Fan's words, two guys who were hiding behind the crowd and did not believe in evil had just raised their guns and were shot into the west by Wang Fan without mercy.
The elite Huahuhui who were about to make a move immediately turned ugly again when they saw this scene, and they no longer dared to raise their guns.
Although they are not afraid of death, they do not want to die either.
The gun shot the first bird, but now no one is willing to do that bird.
Mo Qingyao was about to explode with anger. Just as he was about to say something else, Wang Fan suddenly tapped his toes to the ground and struck towards him like a sharp sword.
Not to mention that Mo Qingyao didn't react to this scene, even those elite members of the Huahu Society didn't react.
Before they could react, Wang Fan had already approached Mo Qingyao and stabbed him straight with his knife.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The three people standing in front of Mo Qingyao were instantly pierced, and Mo Qingyao groaned and began to fall back.
Although there were three people blocking him in front of him, the tip of the knife still pierced his abdomen. It was not deep, but he was injured.
Wang Fan drew his sword and the three of them fell to the ground. At this time, Wang Fan had already raised his gun and pulled the trigger mercilessly at Mo Qingyao.
Mo Qingyao lowered his head subconsciously, but was still a little slow.
flutter!
The bullet accurately hit his forehead, and he fell to the ground dead.
The legend of the Silver Triangle generation, the president of the Huahu Society, Mo Qingyao, is dead!
The whole place was dead silent!
The elite members of the Huahu Club looked at this scene and were stunned for a long time. They were planning to kill Wang Fan at all costs to avenge Mo Qingyao, when a voice suddenly came out.
"What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel? Mo Qingyao is dead, now I have the final say. Whoever dares to attack him, I will be the first to send you on your way!"
Qinghua quickly emerged from behind the big tree and roared at those people.
The expressions of more than 200 people changed, and they felt a little embarrassed instantly.
Although Qinghua has been unpopular with Mo Longtou recently, he still has some prestige in their eyes.
Mo Longtou is dead, Zhou Hu is dead, and now the most powerful people in the Huahu Association are Qinghua and Kelina.
Subconsciously, they couldn't help but look at Kelina. They wanted to see Kelina's opinion.