The hands of the Jueying Gunslinger have been severed.
Not to mention being caught by Ye Fan now, even if he is given a way out, he will have no future.
He never thought that he was invincible, but he never thought that he would be unable to kill Mark.
With two guns in hand, a life-and-death situation, and a narrow hall, not only did Ye Fan not lose his life, but he also lost the confidence he had accumulated over more than 20 years.
At this moment, he felt a sense of resignation and a sense of melancholy: Jueying Gunslinger... is really old... "More than twenty years ago, you failed to snipe my mother."
"More than twenty years later, you tried your best to kill me but failed. Do you feel regretful?"
Ye Fan could see the old man's loneliness, which was a sign of resignation with broken confidence.
He picked up a bottle of whiskey, took two glasses, poured half a glass of wine, and asked someone to bring ice cubes to add it.
He grabbed the left hand of the old man in green and squeezed and twisted it until the bones of his left hand got stuck, giving him just enough strength to hold up the wine glass.
Ye Fan smiled: "For our fate, let's have a drink."
"Zi——" The old man in green clothes was also an alcoholic. He lowered his head and took a sip to relieve his mood.
"After a fierce battle, drink a glass of whiskey, it's beautiful."
Then, he looked at Ye Fan with approval and smiled: "You have the ability to kill me instantly, but you have been playing cat and mouse with me, and you also used the death of your companions to shock my heart..." "Now let's talk about your mother's attack back then.
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The old man in green is also a smart man: "It seems that you not only know a lot, but also want to ask a lot."
"As a child, you always have to do something. I wonder what you call an old man?"
Ye Fan was very honest: "I only know that you are called Jueying Gunshen."
For such a hard-nosed person who has been famous for many years, Ye Fan did not press for a confession in a hurry, but started chatting with a gentle attitude.
Yuan Qingyi also knew that Ye Fan had something big going on, so he quickly cleaned up the scene and took Jiufeng and several others out.
Wu Jiuzhou closed the door with his backhand and stood guard at the door.
The hall became quiet again, and people's nerves gradually relaxed.
"The Shadow Gun God... was just a gimmick in the first half of his life... decades ago, I could no longer afford this title."
The old man in green gave a bitter smile: "Today's battle has even tarnished this title."
Being played with cat and mouse by Ye Fan, he accidentally killed more than 20 companions and even captured himself alive. This title was ironic to him.
"As for my name, it's been a long time coming."
He looked at Mark: "I almost forgot, you can call me Old Cat."
"Old cat?"
Ye Fan smiled: "He moves like lightning and is quick in action. The word "old cat" is very appropriate."
The old man in green was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile: "Thank you."
This was the code name he took when he was in the hunter school, and that's how everyone commented on him at the time.
Ye Fan's same comment reminded him somewhat of the prosperous days of the past.
"Old Cat, you are considered a person, so I won't follow you in circles."
Ye Fan pulled up a chair and sat in front of Jueying Gunslinger with a smile: "I led the Martial Alliance to bloodbath Yinxian Villa today for a total of three purposes."
"The first is to eliminate violence and bring justice, so that Jiufeng and all the bad guys here get the punishment they deserve."
"There are more than 700 people here, and their hands are all stained with blood. It can be called a gathering place for demons in China."
"Letting you run free would be the greatest disgrace to the victims."
"The second is to take a preemptive strike and secure Yinxian Villa in advance to prevent you from being instigated by Ouyang Wuji to kill me!"
"It doesn't matter to me, but there are too many weak and innocent people around me, and I can't let them bear the risk."
"Especially the female members of the Liu family, we can't afford another death."
"Three, I just want to capture you and ask about the attack on my mother."
"Although Chen Qingyan is dead and Chen Long and Tang Sanguo are in prison, there are still several forces that have not been identified."
"I want to know what role you played in that attack?"
Ye Fan didn't hide much and told his purpose of coming very happily.
"I didn't expect you to really come after me."
The old cat took a sip of whiskey with his trembling left hand, which relieved the pain in his body a little: "After so many years, I haven't made a splash in the world recently, and I haven't even left the door of the villa."
"I didn't expect that you still knew about my existence and what I had done."
"It seems there really are no secrets in this world."
He added to Mark: "And you can be considered a filial son, after all, you can find me."
"This is called the French Open, which is open and wide without leakage."
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "Would you like to talk to me?"
The old cat licked his lips and looked at Ye Fan: "If I don't tell you, will you chop me with a knife or torture me to extract a confession?"
"I won't touch you."
Ye Fan gently shook the wine glass: "But I will hand you over to Ye Tang."
"You should know that Ye Tang has always used many methods to deal with the outside world."
"And they are more of machines that execute instructions. They lack the respect I have for a strong person."
"They will do whatever it takes to get the result."
"You can say that I will send you to Ye Tang. If you don't confess, you will be in disgrace whether you live or die."
"You are considered a person. Why bother to suffer such a crime?"
"You might as well have a chat with me. Even if I can't let you spend the rest of your life in peace, I can still let you go on the road with dignity."
Ye Fan patted Old Mao on the shoulder: "Don't even think about committing suicide to save face. If I don't let you die, you won't die."
Lao Mao looked at Ye Fan and smiled again: "Do you think I care about those means and that bit of dignity?"
"meeting!"
Ye Fan met the old cat's gaze calmly and smiled, his voice echoing crisply in the hall: "Although your hair is short, it is combed meticulously and protected with natural aloe vera liquid."
"You can't tell the brand of your clothes, but the stitching and texture are top-notch. They are either made by a master or sewn by you yourself."
"Although your shoes are cloth shoes, the uppers are made of special silk, which is both ventilated and light."
"And your two guns. Not only are they unique in shape, they are also very clean. There is no dirt even behind the triggers."
"What do these mean?"
"It shows that although you are down and out, you still live a delicate life."
"This also shows that you are a decent person. Such a person cannot bear the humiliation and torture of ordinary people."
"So I can judge that if I send you to Ye Tang, you would rather commit suicide immediately."
"It's a pity that as long as I'm here, you can't commit suicide."
"If you cannot commit suicide, your future is likely to be extremely disgraceful."
"So now you can choose to talk to me about the past, or you can choose to live in Ye Tang's hands without dignity."
Ye Fan's voice was very soft, but his words carried an unspeakable impact.
"He is truly a miracle doctor."
"Not only can you see doctors and people, but you can also see people's hearts and be convinced."
Old Mao's drinking hand stopped slightly, and the smile on his face became a little stiffer.
He stared at Ye Fan sharply, with emotion, surprise, and helplessness.
Dignity is his greatest strength, but it is also his greatest weakness.
Ye Fan didn't speak anymore, but looked at the other person quietly, waiting for the old cat's psychological struggle.
"Yes, I am a decent person."
The old cat picked up the whiskey and took a sip, and then sighed to Ye Fan: "I am not only the Jueying Gunslinger, I am also the previous head of the Tang Sect, hired as a hunter instructor from the Tang Dynasty at a sky-high price."
"When I attacked your mother and Ye Tang's disciples, it was Tang Sanguo who begged me to vent his anger on his behalf..."
