Ye Fan, Yuan Qingyi and the others were startled, not believing what they saw in front of them.
The Wu Meng searched everywhere for Sun Xiucai last night, and even searched Feilaifeng, but there was still no whereabouts of Sun Xiucai.
Ye Fan thought he had fled to the Bear Country like Nangong Fu and others.
Unexpectedly, he was killed by Murong Yanran.
"Let me see!"
Yuan Qingyi was worried that there was explosives in the coffin, so he moved forward first, and then checked the situation of Sun Xiucai and others.
More than forty people were shot to death indiscriminately, and they held on for a while before dying, so their faces retained expressions of pain and anger.
Sun Xiucai had the most bullet holes in his body, his head and heart were pierced.
Yuan Qingyi visited the corpses, felt for the pulse, and quickly confirmed that these people were dead.
Then, Yuan Qingyi was still uneasy and waved to Wu Fu and called several people who were familiar with Sun Xiucai to identify the body and see if it was Li Daitao's stiffness.
Wu Fu and others checked and recognized it as Sun Xiucai.
At the same time, Wu Fu and several senior members of the Wu League also recognized the other people in the coffins.
They are all the mainstays of the Murong family or group, and the corpses of several prominent nephews are also among them.
Yuan Qingyi did not give up. He took off some of Sun Xiucai's hair and gave it to the doctor for testing to see if the genes were consistent.
"Ye Fan, Miss Yuan, this is really the true form of Sun Xiucai, it can withstand the test."
Murong Yanran looked at Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi and said: "I came here with sincerity today, so naturally I will not deceive Young Master Ye in the slightest, and Murong Yanran does not dare to deceive Young Master Ye."
She positioned herself as humbly as she wanted.
"The war was in turmoil and the building was about to collapse. Miss Murong, who rarely involved in killings in the Jianghu, not only did not panic and run for her life, she was able to get rid of the traitor with a thunderbolt."
Ye Fan took a few steps forward and smiled: "This ability to take charge of the overall situation really impresses me."
"Thank you, Mr. Ye, for your compliment."
Murong Yanran licked her black hair, and her voice was cold and firm: "Actually, I was also panicked, and I was also afraid. I once thought about packing up Xinruan and running away, lest Ye Shaoqian would get angry and kill me too."
"But grandpa is still in the intensive care unit, Murong Jiye is still in West China, and Murong's nephews still have many innocent people..." "Once I leave, not only will the Murong family's crime of besieging Young Master Ye be confirmed, but the entire Murong family will be completely wiped out.
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"So I can only grit my teeth and stand up and take charge of the overall situation."
"Although this process is very difficult, I may be counterattacked by Sun Xiucai and others, or I may be killed by Mr. Ye for unclear reasons, but at least I tried my best."
"God still favors those who are sincere. After all, let me kill Sun Xiucai and others to prevent the Murong family from making the same mistake again."
Her eyes accepted Ye Fan's scrutiny calmly: "Now it depends on whether Mr. Ye can accept my explanation."
It has to be said that Murong Yanran's good attitude still worked, and many of the children of the Wu League became less hostile towards them.
Wu Fu was also slightly surprised.
She had dealt with Murong Yanran several times in the past. She had always been unruly and looked down on Murong Yanran, a lady among everyone.
But now it is discovered that Murong Yanran's ability is far better than hers.
After all, if it were her situation in the Murong family, she would probably be the first to run away.
"Sun Xiucai is a talented person. Forty people can be considered Murong's mainstay."
Ye Fan did not directly respond to Murong Yanran's words, but walked around Sun Xiucai and the others, checking their expressions and hands: "Their skills, reactions, and sense of danger are all better than ordinary people."
"I saw that Sun Xiucai and the others were so strong that they hardly showed any signs of resistance..." "I'm a little curious, how did Miss Murong kill them without any trace of resistance on their part?"
"It doesn't look like they were poisoned."
He raised his head and asked Murong Yanran.
"The attack on Mr. Ye failed yesterday, so Sun Xiucai wanted to run away with his men."
There was no emotion on Murong Yanran's face. She seemed to have expected Mark's curiosity: "I deliberately pulled him and said that grandpa also has a small vault with many antiques, calligraphy, paintings and gold, and asked them to take me to evacuate together."
"Sun Xiucai saw so many good things and agreed to take me with him."
"I got two minibuses and asked him to carry the antique calligraphy and paintings on them."
"While they were moving things, I summoned a dozen bodyguards who were loyal to me and went to the basement to get a dozen automatic weapons."
"Then when Sun Xiucai and the others happily got into the minibus, I turned off the ignition and locked the door remotely, letting them gather in the car and act as targets for me and the bodyguards."
"As soon as Sun Xiucai and others are dead, I will reveal my identity and analyze the pros and cons, and nephew Murong will have no choice but to listen to me."
"And there is nothing they can do. Once Sun Xiucai dies, the channel to the Bear Country will be cut off."
"You can only agree with me..." Murong Yanran calmly told Ye Fan about taking control of the overall situation.
She also gave a surveillance video of the siege and killing of Sun Xiucai and others.
Ye Fan nodded in approval: "With this courage and this method, women will not be outdone by men."
"In addition to the sincerity of Sun Xiucai's forty corpses, there is also the 20 billion in cash in the accounts of the Murong family. Please accept it from Young Master Ye."
Murong Yanran struck while the iron was hot: "This is not about me trying to please Mr. Ye, but it is about giving some consideration to the dead President Wu and the disciples of the Martial Alliance."
Following these words, she respectfully handed over a check.
Yuan Qingyi took it, glanced at it, and was slightly surprised. It was really 20 billion.
Ye Fan smiled: "It's a bit interesting."
Not only was this woman generous enough, she also gave him a reason that he couldn't refuse.
That is, the check is to compensate President Wu and the children of Wu Meng.
"In addition, Murong Yanran and the Murong family are willing to clean up Huaxi's troubles for Mr. Ye."
Murong Yanran took another step forward, getting closer to Ye Fan, and the fragrance drifted over: "I will personally integrate the three industries of Nangong, Ouyang and Murong to create a giant energy group in West China."
"Mr. Ye doesn't need to spend a penny, contribute a single effort, or contribute one person, Murong Yanran will settle and integrate everything."
"After the integration of the energy group is completed, the valuation will be at least 500 billion, and Major General Ye will hold 51% of the shares."
"As long as Murong survives, Mr. Ye can sit back and take half of the dividends in the future, and he will also have absolute say over the energy group."
"The only one in the Murong family who follows Ye Shaoma's lead is Mr. Ye."
Murong Yanran spoke loudly: "In West China, the only voice is Master Ye's."
Hearing this, Yuan Qingyi narrowed her eyes slightly and smelled the aggression in this woman's weakness.
Ye Fan also became more interested.
Send Sun Xiucai's body and give him 20 billion to build the future. The only voice - this woman is not only proactive enough, but also always knows what he wants.
She is proactive and seductive, making it difficult to refuse her request.
"Young Master Ye, I wonder if my sincerity is enough for you to show your favor to the Murong family?"
Murong Yanran's eyes were a little fiery: "Give some innocent people a way to live."
"Not enough!"
Ye Fan walked up to Murong Yanran and smiled lightly: "If you want me to give the Murong family a break, then you can take Nangong Fu's heads..."
