Ye Fan was worried that Tang Ruoxue died in a desert town stupidly waiting for Xia Kunlun's help.
He directly told him that he was Xia Kunlun.
After the words fell, Tang Ruoxue's shocked voice came to her ears:
"What? Are you Xia Kunlun? Aren't you the special envoy of the Dragon Slaughter Hall?"
"You are Xia Kunlun, doesn't it mean that I was saved by you several times before?"
Tang Ruoxue shouted: "Impossible, this is impossible!"
Ye Fan exhaled a long breath: "I am the special envoy of the Dragon Slaying Hall, and I am also the master of the Slaying Dragon Hall, Xia Kunlun."
"You were rescued from an attack before, and it was indeed me wearing the Xia Kunlun mask who rescued you."
"Stop saying that, you should quickly evacuate the oil town with your people. I'm working in the capital thousands of miles away and I don't have time to go back and save you."
"Even if you wait in an oil town for a day and are shot to death randomly, Xia Kunlun will not be able to save you under the colorful auspicious clouds."
He warned: "Retreat, retreat quickly, if you don't leave, you will have no chance."
Tang Ruoxue regained her shocked attitude and hummed in a cold voice:
"Come on, Ye Fan, if you cooperate with your acting, do you really think of yourself as Xia Kunlun?"
"Xia Kunlun is not only the number one god of war in Xiamen, but has also been famous for decades. How can you be Xia Kunlun in your twenties?"
"You're still wearing Xia Kunlun's mask. Have you known Xia Kunlun before?"
"Even if I know each other, you have forged a mask and I can't recognize them. Could it be that Concubine Wei and Temujin can't recognize them either?"
"I met Xia Kunlun a few days ago, and he even rescued me from Lin Suyi."
"I know very well what he looks like and what his temper is."
"Besides, Xia Kunlun's upright and selfless style is completely different from your profit-seeking and wanton plundering style."
"In my heart, ten of you are not as good as Xia Kunlun."
"You disappoint me very much."
"For Song Hongyan, I even dare to lie like I am Xia Kunlun."
Tang Ruoxue unceremoniously 'exposed' Ye Fan: "Should I say that you are a husband and wife, or are you obsessed with sex?"
Ye Fan laughed angrily: "Idiot, I am really Xia Kunlun. If you don't believe it, I will send you a specific contact email..."
"mail?"
Tang Ruoxue's pretty face changed when she heard this, and then she hummed to Mark:
"Dianzhu Xia told you his special contact email address with me as a matter of fact?"
"Is he ready to risk his life in this afternoon's ring battle?"
"Ye Fan, look at how kindhearted and kindhearted the Master Xia is."
"During the battle in the arena, Palace Master Xia and the others narrowly escaped death, but he was fearless and still risked his life to fight for the sake of the common people in the world."
"Moreover, Palace Master Xia is not only not angry with you, the dragon-slaying envoy, for hiding in the capital, but he also calmly explains to you the funeral arrangements and care for the orphan."
"I even gave you my and his private email addresses, hoping that you would use his accumulated trust to chase me back and reunite."
Tang Ruoxue sighed with emotion: "Palace Master Xia, you are such a great lord and a great righteous man."
Ye Fan was messy in the wind.
Tang Ruoxue said again: "Also, judging from the fact that you just identified yourself as Xia Kunlun..."
"If my guess is correct, Palace Master Xia probably made a replica of his mask and gave it to you."
"In this way, if he dies in the battle, you can use the mask to stabilize the situation in the Dragon Slaying Hall, and you can also have better contact with me."
"Otherwise, how can you have the confidence to say that you are Xia Kunlun and Xia Kunlun is you?"
"This Xia Kunlun cares about the world, the Dragon Slaying Palace, and everyone around him, but he doesn't think about himself."
Tang Ruoxue had a hint of resentment: "It's so silly, so heart-breaking, and so admirable..."
Ye Fan was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "Tang Ruoxue, can you stop thinking so much?"
Tang Ruoxue came back to her senses, her pretty face filled with resentment and firmness:
"Stop talking, Palace Master Xia has done this for me, how can I not do something for him?"
"I can't go on stage to help during the battle in the ring, but I can resolve the dangers around him."
"Today, I will never leave until the crisis between the mastermind and the ring is resolved."
"Thank you and Song Hongyan for your kindness."
"I, Tang Ruoxue, can take care of myself."
After saying that, Tang Ruoxue hung up the phone with a bang.
Then she turned to the fireworks and shouted:
"Give me the order to stay in the residential building for thirty minutes and delay me at all costs until reinforcements arrive."
"The enemy wants to surround and kill us, so we will give them a center to bloom."
Tang Ruoxue exuded strong confidence: "We will reenact the historical Battle of Meng Lianggu."
Yan Huo said weakly: "Miss Tang, I remember that almost all the soldiers in the Meng Lianggu battle were wiped out."
Tang Ruoxue's pretty face turned cold: "Shut up, go do the work, and let the Black Mamba, the Lion and the Great White Shark rush in with all their strength!"
Hua Hua shrugged his shoulders and picked up the phone to make arrangements.
"Bang bang bang!"
Almost five minutes after Tang Ruoxue hung up Ye Fan's call, many murderers came to both sides and in front of the long street.
Some were driving pickup trucks, some were riding motorcycles, and some were barefoot but carrying weapons.
Dozens of forces continued to converge and integrate, and then approached Tang Ruoxue and the others like locusts.
There were all kinds of weapons, but they couldn't handle the large number of people. They fired together, causing the cars and residential buildings at the door to roar.
One of them, a bearded man wearing a beret, kept tempting the militants to charge:
"Kill, kill them!"
"If you kill one person, you will be rewarded with one million. If you kill Tang Ruoxue, you will be rewarded with ten million."
He knew the gangster nature of the oil town and was very direct with the temptation of money.
As soon as the words fell, dozens of militants stepped forward, carrying various rocket launchers and cannons, aiming to bombard Tang Ruoxue and the others.
Without saying a word, the mercenary captain Hua Huo fired six shots at them.
Six shots were fired, and six rocket launchers were hit. The rockets exploded on the spot, overturning dozens of people.
The other rockets were also fired randomly, either hitting the sky or hitting their own people.
Nearly a hundred people died.
If it weren't for the beret man hiding in the rear and protected by a shield and a car, he would have been blown over.
"Kill, kill, kill for me!"
Seeing how powerful the fireworks were, the beret man became angry and stopped organizing a heavy weapons charge.
He directly dispatched three bulldozers and rushed towards Tang Ruoxue's residential building.
More than 600 thugs followed the bulldozer, charging and shooting.
Fireworks and the others first stood still and allowed the enemy to charge and shoot.
When they were almost pushing to the door, the fireworks shouted: "Fire!"
More than twenty Tang's mercenaries immediately took action.
First, several explosives that had been thrown among the corpses in the street exploded, knocking the bulldozer upside down.
Then came the muzzle of the gun, which was shot mercilessly.
Bang bang bang, gunshots kept ringing out.
After the gunfire, nearly a hundred militants screamed and fell to the ground.
Many enemies who were holding firearms didn't even have a chance to aim, so they fell to the ground with their heads blown.
After killing nearly a hundred enemies, Yan Hua and the others quickly changed their positions.
When the enemy subconsciously poured bullets at the original location, fireworks and mercenaries emerged from other bunkers one after another.
The bullet hit the enemy's body accurately, and dozens of people screamed and fell to the ground.
More than 20 Tang's mercenaries kept firing.
The enemies who rushed over fell down in groups. Those who were not hit hurriedly fell down and fired randomly.
Several arrogant enemies were grieved that their companions had died violently, and they took out the few explosive mines they had and tried to throw them into them.
But as soon as they took it out, they were hit in the forehead by fireworks.
Then the thunder exploded on the spot, and more than a dozen enemies were scattered with blood and flesh.
"A bunch of trash!"
When the enemy was hit hard and had to retreat to rectify, Tang Ruoxue was making herself a cup of coffee.
While she tasted it, she watched the fierce battle without much concern in her eyes.
These rabble are not worth her taking action.
What she wants is to compete with the mastermind behind the scenes.
