"Ye Fan, you slaughtered the Shentu family and killed me, the head coach of Hou Cheng, you deserve to die!"
"Three thousand wolf soldiers, eight hundred martial alliances, and one thousand government soldiers were all killed by you. You deserve to die!"
"Shangguan Lang, Shangguan Qingxue, and Princess Mingxin were also poisoned by you. You deserve to die!"
"Ignore the king's order and kill all three hundred Shangguan's nephews and a thousand city guards. You deserve to die!"
Huang Wuji roared and fired, and the bullets hit Ye Fan with bang bang.
At this moment, there was no peace or tranquility on Huang Wuji's face, only indescribable distortion and coldness.
Deep in his eyes, there was an explosion of frustration that had been suppressed for many years.
The gunshots were like thunder, the smoke was filled, and the entire Junlintianxia Hall was shaking people's hearts.
Bullets whizzed and flew.
Liu Zhixin rolled out out of instinct. She wanted to stop him but didn't know how to speak.
She could feel Huang Wuji's anger, but she was even more worried about Ye Fan jumping over the wall and retaliate.
She could only clenched her fists and stared at Mark.
Once Ye Fan got angry and struck back, she would rush to protect Huang Wuji.
What surprised Liu Zhixin was that Huang Wuji fired more than a dozen shots at once, but not a single bullet hit Ye Fan.
All the bullets grazed Ye Fan's head and body.
But Ye Fan didn't move from beginning to end, just like a piece of wood that was allowed to be shot.
Several bullets pierced through his clothes, but he didn't even frown, as if the danger was no big deal.
Amidst the gunfire, a large number of guards rushed over and upon seeing this, they raised their weapons and pointed them at Ye Fan.
The chief of staff also showed up with dozens of top players.
Ye Fan completely ignored it and just looked at Huang Wuji coldly.
"Kaka——"
Huang Wuji fired all the bullets and refilled a magazine:
"Tell me, do you deserve to die? Damn it?"
His eyes flashed with blood red, and anger spread across his entire face.
As he spoke, another series of bullets were fired, seemingly trying to shoot Ye Fan to death.
The chief of staff and Liu Zhixin's eyelids twitched. They felt that something was wrong with Huang Wuji.
If the shooting just now was quite controllable, now it feels like a red-eyed thrill.
"Whoosh——"
When another bullet grazed Ye Fan's shoulder, Ye Fan reached out and grabbed it in his palm.
Then, he flicked his fingers.
The bullet flew back, knocking the short gun out of Huang Wuji's hand, and then quickly passed by his face.
"when--"
With a loud noise, the short gun fell from Huang Wuji's hand, and there was a bloodstain on his face.
This splash of blood made Huang Wuji's eyelids twitch, the blood redness in his eyes stagnated, and his whole person regained clarity.
It was just that the blood on his face was gushing and bleeding, making Huang Wuji look very scary.
When Liu Zhixin saw this, he yelled: "Ye Fan, the king is joking with you, but you hurt the king?"
"I'm sorry, I was just joking, I didn't expect to accidentally injure the king."
Ye Fan wiped his fingers and said: "It seems that I am really not good at learning and cannot compare with the king. Please forgive me."
"The king is injured, but you still don't call a doctor? What if you get tetanus, are you worthy of the king's care for you?"
Ye Fan also said something to the chief of staff and the others.
In fact, he shot this bullet for Huang Wujie, because for a moment his eyes turned red and he had a murderous intention towards himself.
Ye Fan knew that this was caused by Huang Wuji's frustration caused by being suppressed for too long, so he wounded Huang Wuji with a bullet to wake him up from his confusion.
Ye Fan didn't want to go on a killing spree in the palace.
"Ye Fan, you are assassinating the king, take it, take it!"
Liu Zhixin took the opportunity to vent her emotions: "If you dare to resist, you will be killed on the spot."
Several Guardsmen also shouted: "Catch him! Catch him!"
Dozens of microshots were raised and aimed at Ye Fan's vitals.
The guards' eyes were extremely sharp, and they even distanced themselves a little.
In close combat, all the guards present were not powerful enough for Ye Fan to wreak havoc. Only firearms could provide a deterrent.
But Ye Fan still didn't care. He kept smiling and looked at Huang Wuji and said:
"Master, you traveled thousands of miles to call me here. Is this how you treat guests?"
"You should know that I have no intention of assassinating you."
"The scars you have now are just accidental injuries caused by my lack of skill. I never thought of killing you."
These words seem reasonable and well-founded, but the essence is that if I want to kill you, I have already killed you. How can I let you still stand?
Liu Zhixin laughed angrily: "If you hurt the king, how can an accidental injury solve the problem?"
Ye Fan looked at Huang Wuji and said calmly: "How about I punish myself with three cups during dinner later?"
Three cups of self-imposed punishment?
Liu Zhixin was so angry that she almost vomited blood.
"Young Master Ye, you are indeed courageous."
Before Liu Zhixin could fight back in anger, Huang Wuji wiped the blood on his face, then looked at Ye Fan and smiled coldly:
"Kill my general, slaughter my relatives, kill my princess, and now you still hurt my face."
"Young Master Ye, do you think I am weak and can be bullied, or am I powerful and invincible?"
He took the red and white medicine brought by the chief of staff and wiped it on, and the bleeding on his face quickly stopped.
"I never thought the king was weak and could be bullied, nor did I think I was invincible."
There was no emotion on Ye Fan's face: "It's just that I have always followed the principle of repaying debt with blood."
"The Shentu family gouged out my daughter's eyes, and the Shangguan family forced my woman to marry."
"The slightest resistance will result in a severe beating and even the end of life."
"No one here would want to bear the pain they suffered."
"Killing Shentu's family and Princess Mingxin and the others are just me seeking justice and fighting back in self-defense."
"They want to hurt my family and take my life, so naturally I have to pay with their blood."
Ye Fan spread his hands: "So I'm sorry that things have turned out like this, but Shentu Jiguang and the others are solely to blame."
"Do you think this world is reasonable?"
Huang Wuji put his hands behind his back and stared at Ye Fan with a sneer: "Aren't you worried that coming to the imperial city is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth?"
"Of course I'm worried."
"This is the emperor's territory. You have guns, cannons, and countless masters. More than 200,000 troops are stationed outside."
Ye Fan was very sincere: "When I come to the Imperial City, I will be shot to death by you if I am not careful."
Huang Wuji narrowed his eyes: "Then you still dare to come here with Captain Liu?"
"I, Ye Fan, am not afraid of fighting, but I don't like fighting either, and I also have a benevolent heart."
Ye Fan straightened his body: "I have killed almost all the people, so I came here to give the king a chance to end the battle."
"As long as you give the Third Hall disciples a safe evacuation channel, you will also compensate me for the 10 billion I lost during this operation."
Ye Fan made a condition: "This is the end of the matter. We will still be good neighbors from now on."
Exit?
Ten billion in compensation?
Liu Zhixin and the others fell silent subconsciously.
Huang Wuji was also stunned for a moment, and then laughed, with a hint of gloom in his voice:
"Young Master Ye entered the palace today, do you plan to leave alive?"
