Jiang Hualong died. Although Ye Fan was hard to believe, he was shot in the head.
The bullets that Tang Ruoxue fired randomly first hit the door frame, then bounced to the dissection table, and finally hit Jiang Hualong's head.
There was no rule, but it was hard to guard against, so the killing dragon in Jianglong died.
It's fate.
Looking at Jiang Hualong's body carried away by the police, Ye Fan was like dreaming, and finally sighed and sent a message to Han Nanhua and the others.
Jiang Hualong was a big trouble for the Genting Society, especially after Jiang Shihao died, he became a thorn in the hearts of Han Nanhua and others.
After removing this thorn, Han Nanhua and the others were all relieved and came to verify Jiang Hualong's corpse one by one.
In the end, everyone confirmed that the deceased was the Dragon of Jiang, and then they all sighed that a generation of heroes capsized in the gutter.
He had been domineering for most of his life, but died of a stray bullet. It was still a weak woman like Tang Ruoxue who shot her, which has to be said to be a destiny.
After Ye Fan called, he hugged Tang Ruoxue, cushioned her accidentally murderous emotion, and comforted her that she was eliminating the harm for the people.
After some consolation, Tang Ruoxue gradually calmed down and became much better. Then the police invited him to record his confession.
Ye Fan left and finished dealing with Jiang Hualong.
He and Han Nanhua followed Jiang Hualong's mobile phone and followed the clues to eliminate the last remnants of the Jiang family, so that Zhonghai would no longer have potential danger.
After a busy life, it was already dawn. Ye Fan did not celebrate with Han Nanhua and the others, but went back to Jin Zhilin to sleep.
He knew that the Tang family was in chaos at this moment, and that the Tang family suffered heavy losses, so the Tang family would inevitably suffer a wave of accountability.
However, before the Tang sect intervened in this matter, the Tang family would not have anything to do.
So he did not go to Taohua No. 1 to comfort Tang Ruoxue again.
Of course, he still asked Tang Qiqi to stare at him and call himself immediately whenever there was something wrong.
Back at Jin Zhilin, Ye Fan took a shower, changed into clothes and was about to go to bed, but heard the door being knocked gently.
He opened the door and saw Su Xier standing at the door:
"Xi'er, is there something wrong?"
Su Xier lowered her head and replied, "Have you eaten breakfast? I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you."
She spoke as quietly as ever, but her tone was filled with care.
Ye Fan wanted to say he wouldn't eat, but when he saw Su Xier's look of anticipation, he smiled and said, "I'm just hungry, thank you Xier, I'm so considerate."
Su Xier ran to serve Ye Fan with a blushing face.
When Ye Fan walked to the dining room, Su Xier brought the noodles, including eggs, ham, and tomatoes. The soup was rich and she had an appetite at first glance.
He picked up the chopsticks and was about to start eating, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and then spoke to Su Xier:
"Roll up your left arm sleeve."
Su Xier was stunned when she heard this and subconsciously protected her left arm.
Ye Fan raised his face: "Hurry up."
"Okay, OK, OK!"
Seeing Ye Fan becoming fierce again, Su Xier nodded quickly and agreed, then gritted her teeth and rolled up her left arm sleeve.
Ye Fan looked over and saw that his originally fair and smooth arms had three or four small bubbles, and there were still a touch of redness and swelling.
It was obvious that it was hot oil, and it was just hot.
Ye Fan grabbed Su Xier's arm and said, "Did you get it when cooking noodles?"
Su Xier replied embarrassedly: "Well, I forgot to turn off Xiaohuo when I put the eggs."
In order to allow Ye Fan to eat faster, she cooked this breakfast as quickly as possible.
"I'm so stupid."
Ye Fan couldn't help but scold him, and then his voice softened: "Does it hurt?"
Su Xier shook her head suddenly, saw Ye Fan's gaze, and nodded in grievance.
She just wanted to let Ye Fan fill her stomach, but she really didn't feel the pain at that time.
Ye Fan got up and brought a special medicine ointment: "Cook noodles slowly in the future, otherwise they will be disfigured if they burn their faces."
"No, no!"
Seeing Ye Fan applying medicine to her, Su Xier's body trembled and she struggled to retract, but when Ye Fan glared at her, she didn't dare to move.
Then, she tried to resist: "I can do it myself when you eat."
"You are so stupid, why do you do it yourself?"
"What if the wound is poked and scars are left?"
Ye Fan didn't give Su Xier a chance to fight. He took the ointment and slowly applied a few blisters, and looked cautious and seemed to be carving jade.
Su Xier looked at Ye Fan's medicine, serious, careful and domineering, with a slightly sad look. This was the first man in her life who was good to her.
"Okay, apply it, don't touch the water, don't cook these two days, just identify the medicinal materials well."