Although he was single and weak, Ye Fan still did not want to be slaughtered by others. At least he would bring thousands of people to be buried with him.
After he whispered to Tang Shi'er for a while, Tang Shi'er gave a thumbs up, then turned around and took people to make arrangements.
While the disciples of the Blood Medicine Sect surrounded the Blood Dragon Garden, Ye Fan also visited the injured Song Hongyan.
The kick from Death Ninja was not fatal, but it also caused a lot of damage to Song Hongyan.
Fortunately, Blood Dragon Garden has all kinds of medicines. Ye Fan found some medicines and silver needles for treatment. Song Hongyan's complexion improved quickly and she lay down in a lounge to rest.
Grandma Zong took care of her and the little girl.
After Ye Fan warned Granny Zong, he returned to the city wall.
At this moment, Jing Gong Masako, who had completed the deployment, took a step forward and shouted to Ye Fan:
"Ye Fan, I know it's you!"
"You killed my son and bloodbathed the Blood Dragon Garden. Don't tell me that you were just wearing a mask, I can recognize you even if you turn into ashes."
"Let me tell you, you have been surrounded by me. Not only on the mountain, but also on the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain are disciples of the blood medicine sect."
"I know you are very powerful and even went on a killing spree at Sensoji Temple, but I still don't believe that you can fight your way out among my 30,000 disciples and guns!"
Jing Gong Masako put on a bulletproof vest and stared at Ye Fan fiercely:
"Your best choice now is to lay down your weapons and surrender, and then admit your identity and your guilt."
"Only in this way can you have a way to survive, and you and Song Hongyan don't have to be desperate couples."
"Otherwise, you will all be shot to death one by one, and you will be chopped into pieces by me and fed to the dogs. I will even send the video of your tragic death to Ye Tang for viewing."
"You killed Takeda Hideyoshi and asked me to send the white-haired man to the black-haired man. I should also let your parents feel the pain of losing a child in middle age."
"Abandon your weapons and surrender, identify yourself, and I will spare your life."
She has received news that before Ye Fan came to Yang Country, he found an excuse to make a big fuss with the officials.
Then he resigned from his official positions such as first envoy of the Martial League, national scholar, and leader of the Chinese Medical Sect.
Jing Gong Masako not only hopes to take down Ye Fan and cut him into pieces to avenge his son, but also hopes that Shenzhou will also be punished.
Otherwise it would not be enough to vent the anger in her heart.
"I'll give you three minutes. If you don't abandon your weapons and surrender, I will order a full-scale attack."
"You should know that I don't even need the Blood Medicine disciples to charge. I can just let the helicopters shoot at you and beat you to pieces."
"Although the helicopter cannot rush in due to the air defense system, there is no problem in strafing you from a long distance."
"You have no confidence to fight against me. No, you don't even have a chance to fight!"
Jing Gong Masako's voice echoed throughout the audience, and it also carried an indescribable domineering air.
This confidence made the disciples of the Blood Medicine Sect scream, boosting their morale, and swept away the frustration of Takeda Hideyoshi and the Eight Ninjas of Tianshe.
"Master Jinggong, good evening. Nice to meet you, the prince."
Ye Fan laughed loudly when he heard this, and then stood at the front of the city wall and stared at Jing Gong Masako:
"Unfortunately, I am not Ye Fan, and I don't know Ye Fan. I am just a robber who accidentally robbed the Blood Dragon Garden."
"And then it was a lucky success."
"So if you want revenge, just come here. There is no need to frame me as some kind of Mark."
"You hate Mark so much, did he kill your father or your son?"
Ye Fan made an unceremonious irritation, and at the same time glanced at the dozen foreign reporters behind the crowd, with a hint of joking at the corner of his mouth.
If you want to deceive him and use him as an excuse, how can Ye Fan give the Blood Medicine Sect a chance?
When she heard that her son had been killed, Masako Jinggong was heartbroken, grabbed a gun, and fired at the city wall, making the green bricks crackle.
Jing Gong Masako raised his gun and shouted at Ye Fan:
"Ye Fan, are you looking for death?"
"No matter how powerful you are, can you block my bullets? Can you block one, ten, a hundred, or a thousand?"
"One minute left. If you don't surrender, I will kill you all!"
She didn't know where Ye Fan's confidence came from.
Countless blood doctors took a step forward, with swords and guns pointed at Ye Fan.
The helicopter also turned around and locked its heavy guns on Ye Fan, ready to shoot and kill him at any time.
"Of course I can't stop you with so many people and so many guns."
"But I don't think you dare to open fire."
Ye Fan laughed loudly: "Otherwise, you, Jing Gong, will become a sinner for the ages."
Jing Gong Masako's voice sank: "What do you mean?"
Ye Fan didn't say anything, just waved his hand.
Soon, more than a hundred elite members of the Five Families rushed onto the city wall, each carrying a big bag.
At Ye Fan's signal, they poured out the contents of their bags on the city wall.
Gold bricks, blood diamonds, luminous pearls, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, ancient books, martial arts, combat knives, prescriptions, bottles and jars...
Piles of priceless things were scattered on the city wall, irritating the eyes of countless Blood Medicine disciples.
Jing Gong Masako's expression couldn't stop changing and he shouted: "Ye Fan, what are you going to do?"
"I heard that this Toyama Night Pearl has a history of three hundred years and is worth 100 million?"
"This Kiku-ichimonji sword seems to have been used by Souji Okita and is a national treasure worth 300 million."
"This Dunhuang suicide note... damn, it was stolen from China by the Blood Medicine Sect back then..."
Ye Fan casually grabbed a bunch of things, told the Blood Medicine Sect about their origins, and then held a red porcelain in his hand.
"Is this one of the Sanyang porcelains?"
"Morning Sun, Noon Sun, and Sunset are each worth hundreds of millions. The most important thing is that they represent the highest craftsmanship of Yang Kingdom porcelain."
"I remember that it seemed to be known as the Yangguo Tang Sancai, and it was the last three porcelains of that period."
"This is the morning sun. The workmanship is really good. Look at how bright and dazzling the sun is."
Ye Fan also found the other two porcelains:
"The Blood Dragon Garden is the Yangguo version of the Old Summer Palace. It is well-deserved and has a collection of all the good things."
"It has been rumored for a long time that most of the priceless things in Yang Kingdom are gathered here. Any shabby book or chamber pot is a heavy piece of history."
"I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it."
"You said, if you open fire and smash them to pieces, how will you explain to the Yang Kingdom officials and the 200 million people?"
"Do you have history in your heart? Do you have respect for the memory of your ancestors? Do you have a sense of awe and responsibility for your descendants?"
"By destroying these antiques, you are disrespecting your ancestors and irresponsible to your descendants."
Ye Fanyi's voice became impassioned,
"Ye Fan, are you shameless enough to threaten us with these things?"
Jing Gong Masako's face turned ugly, and then he shouted: "It's a pity that we don't care about this..."
"Snapped--"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan knocked the Chenyang porcelain against the city wall.
With a bang, the Chenyang porcelain shattered and fell down the city wall, which also stimulated the hearts of the disciples of the Blood Medicine Sect.
Ye Fan threw away the fragments, picked up the Wuyang porcelain and smiled: "Just don't care, otherwise I'm worried that you will feel distressed."
Jing Gong Masako was furious: "Ye Fan, we will not be threatened by you..."
"Snapped--"
Ye Fan smashed the Wuyang porcelain with a loud noise.
"It's good to not be threatened."
Ye Fan picked up the sunset porcelain: "This is the last one. It is broken. Yang Country no longer has that history of craftsmanship..."
Jing Gong Masako's face turned pale: "You bastard, you will not die well..."
"Whoosh!"
As soon as Ye Fan raised his hand, the sunset porcelain hit Jing Gong Masako's feet.
The porcelain crashed into the blue bricks like a meteor.
"Whoosh——"
Masako Jingigong flashed away like a civet cat, catching the priceless porcelain with both hands.
