Datang Yese is a newly opened club, which takes the mid-to-high-end route, so it occupies a large area and is decorated luxuriously.
The greeters and security guards at the door are also top notch in terms of body shape and appearance.
When Ye Fan drove in, it was a time when business was booming. Luxury cars were driving around, the fragrance was fragrant, handsome men and beautiful women were accompanying him, and he was indescribably intoxicated.
But Ye Fan didn't appreciate it. The car stopped in an open space and then walked straight into the hall.
He went straight to the eighth floor with a clear goal.
Song Hongyan’s information shows that Henry Zhang is holding a birthday party here tonight.
Although Song Hongyan reminded that although Zhang Xuan's family is not as good as Wang Qiaochu and others, they are still a local snake in Longdu and have many connections with all three religions and nine streams.
Especially Zhang Haokun, Zhang Xuan’s father, is not only the principal of Zhang Group, but also controls the taxi industry.
The amount of money collected from members every year exceeds 100 million.
Online ride-hailing is popular throughout China, but it has not been able to penetrate into Longdu.
Five or six companies came in. As a result, they were either heavily fined by law enforcement for phishing, or there were violent incidents and rectifications. All of them closed within three months and their software was removed from the shelves.
This shows Zhang Haokun’s energy.
There are many people involved behind it.
Pulling one hair can easily move the whole body.
Ye Fan could see the difficulty of the Zhang Group, but he didn't think about the consequences at all at this time.
He just wants Henry Zhang's blood debt to be repaid with blood.
A minute later, Ye Fan walked out of the elevator.
There were two men in black on the eighth floor. When they saw Ye Fan, they stepped forward to intercept him: "Young Master Zhang is the venue for banquets. Please don't enter unless you have no permission!"
They shouted: "Go back."
"Bang bang!"
Ye Fan didn't say anything nonsense, he slashed with two palm swords, and the two of them fell to the ground with a groan.
Ye Fan didn't even look at them, he flashed the silver needles he had prepared with his hands and walked towards the end without saying a word.
"stop!"
Upon seeing this, several Zhang's bodyguards wanted to block Ye Fan.
Ye Fan rushed through like a broken bamboo, and the silver needles flew past, and all the guards in the way screamed and fell to the ground.
Soon, the news spread that someone was trespassing, and more than a dozen Zhang family elites rushed out.
These people all carried knives and guns. Seeing Ye Fan's murderous look, they couldn't help but draw their weapons.
It's just that their speed was too slow. Before they could aim at Ye Fan, they were hit by Ye Fan's silver needle, and they fell down one by one with a groan.
Either the wrist or the knee was shot with a needle. Although the silver needle was small, it left them unable to fight again.
Ye Fan fought his way in and killed more than a dozen people in the blink of an eye.
Soon, Ye Fan stood in the banquet hall at the end, kicked the door open, and dodged to the side at the same time.
"Plop-plop--" dull gunshots rang out quickly, and more than a dozen crossbow arrows poured out, hitting the wall in mottled spots.
The arrow missed.
Seeing this, the archer subconsciously stopped.
Ye Fan flashed out and the silver needle flew.
The three Zhang family archers screamed, covered their throats and fell out.
There were two others who subconsciously pulled their crossbows from both sides.
Ye Fan moved his steps and was in front of them in an instant. He grabbed their wrists with both hands and snapped them.
There was a click.
Their wrists were broken, and the two of them staggered to the ground in pain.
Ye Fan kicked open the screen in front of him.
The view suddenly became clear: a large round table, several large sofas and coffee tables, with more than a dozen men and women in colorful clothes sitting on them.
There were several bodyguards in black on both sides, carrying guns bulging from their waists.
Henry Zhang's cold smile was clearly visible, and there was still a half-hearted sarcasm: "You bastard, you kicked the door, there are so many arrows, it would be strange if you don't shoot him to death..." He stopped talking and looked at Ye Fan, who was unharmed,
His face became weird.
The bustling hall fell silent for a moment.
"Ye Fan?"
Henry Zhang regained his composure and smiled angrily: "You are really lucky."
Ye Fan said calmly: "It's a pity that you won't live long."
"You're not going to live long?"
Henry Zhang chuckled and asked: "Why don't you live long?
Can you keep me alive?"
While talking, three of Zhang's bodyguards took out their firearms and pointed them at Ye Fan.
Several girls covered their mouths and chuckled, their eyes full of disdain.
Ye Fan was alone. Although it was surprising to break in, there were three guns beside Henry. How could Ye Fan resist?
"You have touched my bottom line."
Ye Fan's tone was cold: "You have to give me an explanation tonight."
"Explain to you?
What's the explanation for you?"
Henry Zhang pinched a cigar and said with a smile: "There are three guns here, do you want them to explain to you?"
"Tell me, do you want them to explain to you?"
Henry Zhang was arrogant.
However, as soon as these words were spoken... "Swish, swish, swish!"
Hearing a burst of sound and silver needles flying, the eyelids of the three gun-wielding bodyguards twitched, and then they felt a sudden pain in their wrists.
My wrists were numb, my shoulder blades were weak, and the gun clattered to the ground.
"Ah——" When everyone exclaimed, Ye Fan also disappeared from the place.
The faces of several bodyguards changed drastically, and they subconsciously wanted to protect Henry Zhang, but they were knocked away by Ye Fan mercilessly.
Henry Zhang instinctively wanted to stand up and retreat, but suddenly felt a tightness in his neck.
He was pinched by a pair of iron-like hands, and then his whole body was lifted up.
The huge strength almost suffocated him.
"What?"
"Master Zhang!"
"Stop it!"
A group of companions were shocked and fled to both sides.
Several bodyguards endured the pain and got up, and rushed towards Ye Fan one by one.
However, when they were approaching, Ye Fan raised his foot and kicked them as fast as lightning.
"Bang, bang, bang—" The few people who rushed over were all kicked away by Ye Fan.
The ribs are broken, making it difficult to get up and fight again.
Henry Zhang's face changed slightly: "You——" Ye Fan's ability exceeded his imagination. Three guns were like scrap metal in front of Ye Fan.
"I have always felt that you should learn a lesson from the China Shipping incident."
Ye Fan pinched Henry Zhang's neck, "Now it seems that I was too naive and too kind after all."
"Scumbags like you should be destroyed without mercy."
"Tell me, how do you want to die tonight?"
When he thought of the seriously injured Su Xi'er, murderous intent burst into his eyes.
"What do you want to do?
Kill someone?"
Henry Zhang maintained his strong smile and said: "Killing is punishable by death. If you die, those people around you will not be crushed to death by my father one by one."
He didn't believe that Ye Fan dared to kill him.
"Bang -" Ye Fan flicked his right hand, and Henry Zhang blasted out like a cannonball, hitting the window glass of the wing directly.
The soundproof glass shattered with a crack, and countless fragments fell to both sides.
“Ah——” Henry Zhang spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the air.
Below me is more than twenty meters in the air.
Henry Zhang panicked and shouted: "Help, help..." "Ka--" Ye Fan stepped forward casually, and when Henry Zhang was about to fall, he pinched his throat again.
The whole audience screamed again, and several girls almost collapsed.
This is too shocking.
Ye Fan looked at Henry Zhang’s face: “How does it feel to be on the trapeze?”
As soon as he lets go, Henry Zhang will fall. The height of the eighth floor is enough to kill him.
"Last words..." Henry Zhang's eyelids twitched and his breathing became rapid: "Ye Fan, so many people are watching, even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape."
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "Do you have any last words?"
"stop!"
"Stop it!"
At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and a dozen people swarmed in.
The person rushing to the front was a tall woman in a cheongsam.
Pretty face and exquisite.
"Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang, help me, help me."
Henry Zhang suddenly shouted miserably: "This madman hurts people in your place and wants to kill me. Please help me..." "I don't want to die, Mr. Tang, please help me."
Mr. Tang?
Ye Fan turned his head and looked at the cheongsam woman.
To look is to gaze.
The cheongsam woman also lost her voice in surprise: "Ye Fan——" Tang Ruoxue.
