After Ye Fan saw Li Dayong and the others away, he was about to take a shower and go to bed. Just as he was about to go to bed, Xue Ruyi called in.
"President Ye, has President Wang called you?"
She asked, "Did you tell you about the cocktail party?"
Ye Fan smiled: "He just called and said it was a meeting next Friday and wanted me to attend."
Wang Dongshan told Ye Fan that the Nanling Martial Alliance had suffered a lot of hardships and had finally integrated it now. The backbone of the Martial Alliance and important allies should gather together.
This will not only further promote everyone's relationship, but also make the children who have conflicted smile to eliminate their grudges and show the prosperity of the Nanling Martial Arts Alliance.
Ye Fan thought it made sense, but he refused to attend. Such social engagements were too tiring.
Xue Ruyi's voice was crisp: "Will you attend? The children of Wumeng all want to witness your style."
Ye Fan leaned against the window and blew his hair: "You heard that I rejected President Wang, so I called over to be a lobbyist?"
"There's no way, we want you to attend too much."
Xue Ruyi straight to the point:
"If you don't attend, this cocktail party will be imperfect and will disappoint your children. After all, you are the most important role."
"This cocktail party is not so much about gathering together to promote feelings, but rather using you to boost everyone's morale."
"Whether it is Wang Dongshan or me, they are all too familiar with nearly 10,000 children. They have already known how much ability we have."
“That is, they see the future in us at a glance.”
"This will make them live a life of slaughter and die, and no longer actively contribute."
“So we all hope you can participate.”
She was heartbroken to Ye Fan: "Because President Wang and I both believe that as long as you appear, they will definitely rekindle their passion."
Ye Fan's head hurts. He doesn't like attending such banquets, and he doesn't like dealing with too many people. He just knows that what Xue Ruyi said makes sense.
"You have said this to you. If I don't attend, it's equivalent to destroying the future of Nanling Martial Alliance."
"This hat makes me feel guilty."
After thinking for a while, Ye Fan laughed:
"Okay, I'll attend on time on Friday, but I'll just show my face. Never do too many people-friendly activities."
Xue Ruyi was ecstatic: "Thank you, President Ye, don't worry, I will make proper arrangements."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan fell on the bed with a bang, thinking about looking for Jiu Qiansui after the cocktail party to see if he could change to a more leisurely position.
As he turned his mind, Ye Fan yawned and then gradually fell asleep.
In the dream, Ye Fan had an argument with Tang Ruoxue again. He slapped the other party in anger. Tang Ruoxue turned around and opened the window and jumped off the building.
Ye Fan rushed over and grabbed her with regret.
He tried his best to pull the woman back half of his body, and was about to bring Tang Ruoxue up. Suddenly, a sword flashed and slashed at Ye Fan's arm with a knife.
Ye Fan's hair exploded.
"No--"
Ye Fan woke up from his sleep intimidation. In just one second, he found a danger coming from his back.
Ye Fan's face changed drastically. He supported the mattress with both hands and wanted to bounce it up, but he felt that he didn't have much strength.
The room was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.
Poisoned!
Ye Fan quickly diagnosed his condition.
"ah--"
Ye Fan growled and turned his body with all his strength.
"Click--"
Almost at the same time, a samurai sword pierced from under the mattress and thrust three centimeters against his body.
If Ye Fan had not avoided the vital points, this knife would have made Ye Fan feel cold. Even so, there would be an extra blood groove on Ye Fan's back.
Blood was dripping, shocking.
"Killer!"
Ye Fan couldn't help but feel shocked. He never expected that there would be a killer and was hiding under his bed strangely.
But he didn't think much about how the other party came in, nor did he think about who the other party was. At this moment, it was a critical moment of life and death, and he roared and turned into a stone of life and death.
The toxins on his body suddenly resolved, and Ye Fan recovered his strength in an instant.
"Bang--"
At this moment, a woman with a mask slipped out from under the bed, then her body bounced, rushed to the ceiling, and turned over quickly.
Then, she dived down like a cannonball, and the samurai sword in her hand suddenly fell down.
"call!"
This is a killing move from top to bottom. The woman in the mask aimed at Ye Fei’s weakest place, above her head.
A huge murderous aura.
“Good come.”
Ye Fan didn't even raise his head, his feet moved, and his figure rippled like a phantom.