"Pounce--" The long-planned knife stabbed into Song Hongyan's abdomen like a broken bamboo.
Blood flowers burst out instantly and fell on the cold floor.
The whole audience couldn't help being surprised.
No one thought that the unreasonable middle-aged fat woman would be a killer, let alone that she would suddenly take action when she pinched Ye Fan and was exhausted.
Her disguise and ruthlessness are enough to win an Oscar.
But what shocked everyone the most was Song Hongyan's knife blocking.
No turning back.
If you don't love too deeply, how can your emotions overwhelm your instincts when facing danger?
"Sister Yan!"
When Ye Fan hugged her back, Song Hongyan's body suddenly shook, and her cold eyes dimmed instantly.
A face that was originally charming and charming suddenly turned pale.
How many people in the vast China have seen Song Hongyan’s sad and beautiful face?
However, the expression of no regrets on her brows did not weaken in the slightest due to the serious injury.
She enjoyed this sword as if it were sweetened with glutinous rice.
For her, being able to bear a knife for Ye Fan was ten times better than stabbing Ye Fan.
"You are stupid!"
Ye Fan's eyes turned red instantly. He never expected that Song Hongyan would block the knife for him like this.
The middle-aged fat woman who was assassinating was stunned when she saw this. She did not expect that Song Hongyan would block the knife.
The thunder blow missed, and his confidence was instantly damaged.
When she wanted to pull out the knife to complete the task, she found that Ye Fan and Song Hongyan had disappeared.
In the field of vision, there was no figure of Ye Fan who wanted to kill, only the Song family's bodyguards with their guns drawn, and the screaming patients and nurses scattered.
When they locked in again, Ye Fan and Jin Ningbing were already ten meters away, placing Song Hongyan on a movable hospital bed.
Between the two sides, there were more than a dozen Song family bodyguards and security personnel crowded.
The opportunity was lost! The fat middle-aged woman's heart tightened, and she lowered her left hand, holding another military thorn in her hand.
Then he rushed forward, knocked away a Song family bodyguard, and waved his backhand.
The two Song bodyguards who were about to shoot felt pain in their wrists and stepped back with a groan.
There was a scar on his wrist, and blood was pouring out.
The middle-aged fat woman ignored it, then turned around and rushed towards the window like a sharp arrow.
If she missed a hit, she knew she wouldn't get another chance.
At this moment, the most important thing is to take advantage of the chaos to escape from here, otherwise when Ye Fan catches his breath, she may never be able to escape again.
"Bang bang bang——" The middle-aged woman was very fast. The Song family's bodyguard tried to take aim and shoot several times, but she quickly dodged it.
Several bodyguards rushed over to pursue and intercept her, but they could not stop her with their cold weapons.
In a series of sounds, seven or eight of the Song family's bodyguards fell.
The fat middle-aged woman charged and ran all the way, her target firmly locked on the window.
When she kicked another elite member of the Song family away who was chasing him, she touched the edge of the window.
As long as she jumped out and rushed into the main road, she would quickly disappear into the vast sea of people.
"It's not that easy to catch me, Wang Cuihua."
The fat middle-aged woman held the window with both hands and jumped out with a sneer.
As soon as her body left the ground, she felt her ankles tighten, and then a force surged over her.
With a bang, Wang Cuihua was pulled back directly and hit the wall like a cannonball.
Wang Cuihua screamed and slipped from the wall. Her whole body felt like falling apart and she was in great pain.
When he raised his head, Ye Fan came over with a look of desolation on his face.
But she was also very arrogant. She gritted her teeth and shot forward, stabbing Ye Fan.
The military spurs are fierce.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan approached him without dodging, and raised his right hand to grab the opponent's left hand.
The next second, with a click, he broke the left hand of the fat middle-aged woman.
The fat middle-aged woman screamed, and the military assassin took off her hand, swaying back.
Ye Fan took a step forward, grabbed the fallen military thorn, and stabbed it forward.
"Push--" A stream of blood burst out of the fat middle-aged woman's abdomen, and she couldn't help but scream again.
Ye Fan didn't stop at all. With a flick of his wrist, he stabbed seven or eight knives, causing Wang Cuihua to be severely injured in an instant.
When Ye Fan pushed Wang Cuihua away, she was already pale, had no fighting ability, and was on the verge of death.
She blocked her abdomen with both hands, but found that she couldn't stop it no matter how hard she tried.
Ye Fan didn't stop. He took a step forward and punched out, knocking out the opponent's teeth.
Two fangs fell to the ground, and Ye Fan crushed them with his foot. Then he raised his left hand and stabbed a dozen silver needles into the opponent's abdomen.
The spurting blood stopped.
Then, Ye Fan stepped out a few more times, crushing all Wang Cuihua's limbs.
She instantly became a cripple, screaming and looking crazy.
"Stop her bleeding and let her survive for me."
Ye Fan kicked her to the corner and shouted to the Song family bodyguard: "No one is allowed to approach him, talk to him, or hurt him without my instructions. He must be protected."
"If I don't let him die, he can't die."
He wants to kill everyone who hurt Song Hongyan, kill all the masterminds behind the scenes, and make those who hurt her pay a heavy price.
The Song family bodyguard hurriedly replied: "Yes!"
After capturing Wang Cuihua, Ye Fan stopped talking nonsense and rushed into the rescue room like a whirlwind.
In the emergency room, Jin Ningbing and the doctors were trying their best to treat Song Hongyan.
That knife was not only cruel and vicious, but also contaminated with poison, as if it was going to be fatal to Ye Fan.
Fortunately, Ye Fan used a silver needle to seal her heart pulse in time, and Jin Ningbing and the others stopped the bleeding and gave her a blood transfusion, allowing Song Hongyan to breathe.
"Sister Yan, you will be fine."
Ye Fan's white light had been exhausted when he was treating poisoned patients. Now he could only rely on silver needles to treat Song Hongyan.
He kept comforting the woman and himself, but when he pinched Yinzhen's hand, he was shaking slightly uncontrollably.
The little strength he finally recovered just now was vented on Wang Cuihua.
He stared at Song Hongyan, who was pale and unconscious. He wanted to drop the silver needle several times but hesitated.
"Ye Fan, you have exhausted your energy and energy, and your mood swings are too high. You are not suitable to treat Mr. Song."
Jin Ningbing reached out and held Ye Fan's palm: "Let's do it. Let her detoxify immediately and let her survive the danger. We may not be able to do it. After all, the injury is extremely serious and the poisoning is deep."
"But we are still sure of keeping Mr. Song alive for a few hours."
Her voice was very soft: "Believe us!"
Ye Fan lowered his silver needle: "Okay, you guys come here and you must protect Sister Yan's life..." At this moment, on the first floor of the hospital, a middle-aged man left the chaotic crowd and got into a Cadillac as quickly as possible.
He locked the car door, then took out his cell phone and dialed a number he knew by heart: "Master, Wang Cuihua failed in her mission and accidentally injured Song Hongyan. Ye Fan survived."
The other end of the phone was silent at first, and then snorted coldly: "Trash! Such a good opportunity given by the Blood Medicine Sect will be wasted. How can I explain it to Mr. Beiting?"
"Do you know that I always dream about his death? Once he dies, I can seize his woman and make Miao Jinge and others owe favors."
He showed a hint of regret and sullenness: "But you failed, which really disappoints me!"
"Master, I'm sorry. It's because we are incompetent. Another thing is that Wang Cuihua was caught alive."
"Before she could commit suicide, her limbs were broken by Ye Fan and the fangs in her mouth were knocked out."
The middle-aged man's cheeks were slightly hot, and he felt very guilty about the failure of the mission. Then he whispered: "Ye Fan is like a madman now, and his methods are very ruthless. I'm worried that Wang Cuihua won't be able to handle it and will reveal that it was you who instigated him."
"I suggest you fly back to the new country first to avoid the limelight..." The violence Ye Fan had just done was firmly engraved in his mind. He could smell a hint of danger and was worried that Ye Fan would find out his master and kill him.
He believed that Ye Fan could do it.
"Avoid it?
This word does not exist in my dictionary."
The person on the other end of the phone sneered noncommittally: "Wang Cuihua's entire family is under my control, and she wouldn't dare to betray me even if she has the courage of a leopard."
"Besides, didn't I give her a plan to be captured alive?"
"Miao Jinge's family, Duanmuchang's family, any one of them can take the blame."
"Besides, what if you expose me?
Even if he had ten courages, Ye Fan would not dare to touch me."
He was very disdainful: "You settle this matter and don't bother me. I will sign a contract on behalf of the merchant alliance tomorrow..."
