Although the attackers were all unfamiliar faces, when Ye Fan saw a group of foreign gunmen, he immediately thought of Yang Po.
Because only Yang Poju likes to use foreigners as bodyguards.
I saw them rushing towards me like wolves and tigers, carrying spurs and firearms in their hands.
Then several more vans drove up from both sides to block the road. The doors opened, and dozens more men in black appeared with murderous intent.
Obviously, if Yang breaks the situation, he will be defeated.
"What's going on?
What's going on?"
Chen Xiaoyue panicked and screamed: "Is it Yang Poju who wants to kill me?
Is it Yang Poju who wants to kill me?"
She just heard Ye Fan talking about the Yang family's gunmen, and she also knew that Yang Poju was surrounded by foreigners, so she instinctively believed that the other party was looking for revenge on her.
It is indeed Yang Poju's killer, but the other person is coming for me, not you... A sentence flashed in Ye Fan's mind. He knew that with Yang Poju's mind, he would not guess that Chen Xiaoyue was up to something for the time being, so he would wait for a while.
Still can't find her head.
What happened today was more of Yang Poju's revenge on him.
The Longjing Hotel was sealed, he was facing jail, and Tang Ruoxue couldn't move, so Yang Poju could only vent his anger on him.
However, Ye Fan did not tell Chen Xiaoyue, he just scanned the front looking for a way out.
"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, protect me and keep my family safe. I will tell you everything."
Seeing the gunman from the front rushing through the crowd and approaching, Chen Xiaoyue pulled Ye Fan's sleeve and said tremblingly: "Wang Qiaochu bribed me, and he wants to provoke disputes between you..." Her pretty face turned pale: "Ye Fan, you must save me.
I."
"Remember what you said and tell me in detail later! Let's go!"
Ye Fan had already thought of a strategy to defeat the enemy and pulled Chen Xiaoyue back to the coffee shop.
The cafe was now filled with thick smoke, people were scattered, tables and chairs were knocked over, and it was a mess.
Ye Fan took a look around, grabbed a fire ax, and then pulled Chen Xiaoyue through the hall and arrived at the manager's office in one swift motion.
The manager had already run away, and there were only empty tables and chairs, filing cabinets and a floor-to-ceiling glass window in the room.
Ye Fan pulled a chair and smashed it against the floor-to-ceiling glass.
The glass shattered, leaving an extra hole, but Ye Fan did not get out immediately, but took Chen Xiaoyue and hid in the filing cabinet.
"boom!"
Almost at the same moment, the door was brutally opened, and three foreign men rushed in with great momentum.
They moved their steps to form a fan shape and pulled the triggers simultaneously.
Bullets were flying.
The computer, desks, chairs, and walls were all stained in an instant, but the filing cabinet on the wall next to the door remained unscathed.
Seeing that the bullets had shattered the room and there was no scream as they wanted, the three foreign men stopped shooting.
The next second, another seven or eight foreign men who heard the noise rushed in, holding knives and guns and looking around angrily.
The target they were looking for was not found.
A blond ghost guy rushed to the window and shouted: "Jump out of the window and run away. Tell the brothers at the back door to intercept him. Hurry."
"Whoosh!"
When a bearded man picked up the walkie-talkie to announce, he suddenly smelled a hint of danger with his back to the filing cabinet.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked at the cabinet. Not only did he see a pair of deep eyes through the gap, but he also saw a soul-stirring light.
Pounce! Before he could utter a cry, the fire ax struck straight down, knocking him down to the ground while holding the phone.
Blood spattered, and almost everyone present was stained with blood drops.
"Bang!"
When the blond ghost guy and the others were slightly stunned, Ye Fan, who broke out of the cabinet, roared angrily and kicked the bloody corpse away.
"boom!"
The huge corpse rolled and smashed into the rushing crowd. Seven or eight people were hit on the spot, screaming and screaming, and a lot of blood was spattered.
Ye Fan flipped the desk over again.
The desk hit the door with a loud bang, not only hitting the two enemies, but also blocking the door.
The blond ghost yelled: "Surround him and kill him!"
"Whoosh!"
When more than a dozen foreign men turned their guns and pointed at Ye Fan, Ye Fan quickly rushed into the crowd.
He didn't give the other party a chance to shoot and hurt him.
He held the ax and kept swinging it, slashing fiercely. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight people fell at his feet, not knowing whether to live or die.
The blond ghost man was so angry that he raised his gun and fired, knocking down two of his companions. One of the bullets bounced back, almost killing him.
He could only draw his saber and shout: "Kill him."
Six foreign men showed off their power at the same time, and six black military thorns fell at the same time! "Kill!"
Ye Fan's body suddenly spun around, and he whipped out an ax with thunderous force. There was a chaotic clanging sound, and all six military thorns were chopped off by him.
The flying blades sank into the dense crowd, and three to five screams were heard.
The six foreign men who charged with swords were stunned for a moment before they realized that the sword was broken and the tiger's mouth was bleeding.
Before they could react, Ye Fan took advantage of the situation and swung his ax again.
The six people screamed and fell to the ground, their chests covered with blood.
Ye Fan didn't even look at their life or death. He stepped on a body, flew up, and swept out the ax in his hand with thunder.
The two enemies who rushed towards them had their necks chopped off, blood flew out of the air, and they looked like they were dying.
Ye Fan's heel landed on the ground, and then he whipped out an axe. The two of them turned over and fell with blood splashing on them.
In the melee, Ye Fan was as powerful as a rainbow and was difficult for ordinary people to defeat. Ninety percent of the enemies who rushed into the room fell to the axe.
Upon seeing this, the blond ghost man hurriedly rolled back and retreated through the broken floor-to-ceiling glass window.
The remaining two foreign men also exited.
Ye Fan followed closely.
If they don't cling to the blond ghost guy and the others, the enemy who retreats outside the house can shoot calmly. It's easy to shoot himself and Chen Xiaoyue in the filing cabinet randomly.
"Kill, kill!"
Just as Ye Fan expected, the blond ghost guy just retreated outside, threw away his saber, pulled out his firearm and shot at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan calmly avoided it, then swayed and passed by the two foreign men.
The blond ghost shot instinctively. Amidst the series of gunshots, Ye Fan was unscathed, but his two companions screamed and fell to the ground.
He couldn't help but be stunned.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Fan closed the distance again.
"Kill him, kill him!"
Seeing Ye Fan rushing over like a meteor, the blond ghost guy who had used up all his bullets retreated again and gave instructions to his companions who were rushing over.
"Kill, ah, kill!"
More than a dozen peripheral enemies rushed towards Ye Fan with weapons in hand and howling.
Ye Fan didn't want to waste too much energy and swiped the broken glass with his left foot.
Whoosh whoosh! The five foreign men who rushed at the front were unable to dodge, and their necks were pierced by sharp glass fragments. Their flesh and blood flew everywhere, making people suffocate.
Some of the remaining glass broke out from their necks and shot into the chests of the enemies behind them with blood.
The enemies who were charging towards Ye Fan all staggered around, falling to the ground like leaves swept away by the strong wind.
Ye Fan's fierceness made the blond ghost guy and others start to fear him.
They feel that this person should not exist in this world.
However, after hesitating for a moment, the enemies rushed at him again, their swords flashing, trying to kill Ye Fan.
"Come!"
Ye Fan laughed loudly, his right hand sank slightly, the ax flashed with light instantly, and he swung it repeatedly to ward off the saber attacking him.
More than a dozen burly enemies rushed from the front, back, left, and right to kill him! Although the enemies were powerful, no one could be a match for Ye Fan.
Ye Fan pointed his ax and the enemies fell one by one.
No one dares to be aggressive with it.
Some enemies even stopped their steps based on conditioned reflex. No matter how desperate they were, they could not stop Ye Fan's overwhelming momentum.
The ground around him seemed to be soaked in blood, and there were fewer and fewer enemies surrounding him.
"kill!"
Ye Fan took the opportunity to rush over. Several foreign men who had no time to dodge found themselves being knocked into the air before they could react.
Then several flashes of ax flashed, and they all fell to the ground with their throats sealed with a knife.
"now you!"
Ye Fan rushed towards the blond ghost guy.
He charged extremely fast, reaching a distance of more than ten meters in an instant. The ax in his hand was emitting a bloodthirsty light in mid-air.
The face of the blond ghost who was directing the battle changed drastically, and he moved back. Their courage as a pack of wolves was slowly disappearing.
"Whoosh -" At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly smelled a hint of danger, and he instinctively pounced forward.
