The first thousand and twenty-five chapters who crossed the flying sword, died
The eight Ye Tang elites ignored the firearms and approached.
"boom!"
Song Hongyan shot the gun to the ground and shouted: "Stop!"
"Yetang's 300,000 disciples, 8,000 elites, and 600 core members, from top to bottom, from the inside out, none of them are afraid of death or bloodshed."
Facing Song Hongyan's fierce murderous intent and dozens of gun muzzles, Han Sizhi's face showed no signs of wavering, and he walked forward in person and approached Ye Fan:
"My four-fingered self has gone through eighteen narrow escapes. In order to protect a person's name, one of my fingers was cut into seven pieces with pliers, and I didn't even frown."
"You bullets can't scare me, Han Sizhi."
"There are nine of us and we don't know how to use a gun or a bullet. President Song will either shoot us to death or let us take them away."
As he landed with a sound, he beat his chest hard, showing that he was not afraid of death.
Eight people with similar faces followed him without changing their expressions.
Song Hongyan's fingers trembled slightly, and there was an indescribable struggle in her eyes.
If you shoot, things will get into trouble. Not only will you not be able to protect Ye Fan, but you will also get involved with the Song family.
Killing Ye Tang's executive was the same crime as treason. Not to mention her, it would have been difficult for even the five people to deal with her, otherwise Zheng Qiankun would not have been intimidated by Mo Qianxiong in the first place.
This will also be something that countless opponents are happy to see, so that they can besiege the Song family and carve up the business empire she guarded for Ye Fan.
But if he doesn't fight with a gun, Ye Fan will be taken away by Han Sizhi. If he goes away, he will never come back if he is not careful.
After all, Ye Fan recently offended Ye Forbidden City.
Whether it was Ye Feiyang's imprisonment, Wei Hongchao's loss, or Qin Jiutian's death, Ye Fan was destined to be as deep as the sea once he entered Ye Hall.
"Mr. Song, if you don't kill us, then we will take Ye Fan away."
Han walked up to Song Hongyan and Ye Fan with four fingers, business without any emotion:
"Ye Guoshi, we know your identity and your importance, but we still ask you not to act rashly."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid of accidentally hurting you."
He stared at Ye Fan sharply and said, "And if I were you, I would advise Miss Song not to get involved. This is the greatest responsibility to her."
His business-like attitude and cold and ruthless tone made people very uncomfortable, but he had to say that he was sensible enough.
"Shut up!"
Song Hongyan slapped Han Sizhi on the face: "I do."
There were five more fingerprints on Han Sizhi's face, but he didn't feel any anger at all. He just stretched out his hand to rub his cheek.
"Sister Yan, don't be angry, they are just following orders."
Ye Fan stretched out his hand and held Song Hongyan's palm, telling her not to mess with him anymore:
"And Ye Tang is the cornerstone of the country, they won't mess around."
He smelled a bad sign, but he could also see that Han Sizhi was a human being. Although he was cold and machine-like, he was not a bad person.
What Ye Fan is not afraid of most is justice. As long as it is fair, he will be fair.
Song Hongyan's heart trembled: "Ye Fan..."
Ye Fan motioned her to stop talking, then looked at Han Sizhi and said:
"You should be a principled person, and I am willing to believe every word you say."
"I want to know if Qin Jiutian is really dead?"
It was hard for him to believe that the man who had been praised by all the stars a few hours ago was dead.
Han pointed four fingers firmly: "Yes!"
Ye Fan asked again: "Did Ye Jincheng ask you to come, or did Ye Tang ask you to come?"
Han Sizhi spoke word by word: "I received an order from the court."
Ye Fan sighed: "Ask me to investigate. Are you sure you have evidence?"
"certainly!"
Han nodded indifferently with four fingers: "Only when we have evidence can we be justified."
"When it's justified, we dare to arrest the national soldiers. When it's justified, we ignore Mrs. Zhao. When it's justified, we don't care about the gunpoint."
He looked at Ye Fan coldly: "If we dare to arrest you, we dare to face all risks."
"I didn't kill anyone, but I also believe you won't lie."
Ye Fan straightened his body: "In order to get to the bottom of the matter, I am willing to go with you. I just hope that you will not embarrass Mr. Song."
Han Sizhi said in an indifferent tone: "Mr. Song has contributed to Ye Tang, and we will not argue with Miss Song."
"Okay, I'll go with you!"
Ye Fan made a decision and then said to Song Hongyan:
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"I have a clear conscience. Ye Tang is not a place that cares about human life. As long as you explain the matter clearly, I will be back before dawn."
"After I leave, you can still contact Uncle Mo and Mrs. Zhao."
He reassured the woman: "They will keep an eye on this matter when they find out."
Song Hongyan clutched Ye Fan's clothes: "Ye Fan..."
Ye Fan hugged Song Hongyan hard, then turned around and got into the Hummer with Han Sizhi.
The car made a loud noise and quickly rushed out of Song Hongyan's sight.
"Ye Fan——"
Song Hongyan watched Ye Fan disappear, feeling as if she had lost something.
Then, she hurriedly took out her mobile phone and hurriedly typed out a series of numbers. She hoped to move Mrs. Zhao out to solve the problem.
"The phone you dialed is switched off."
The artificial voice heard in her ears made Song Hongyan's heart sink suddenly, unable to contact Mrs. Zhao.
She called up another number and called Mo Qianxiong with trembling fingers.
"The number you dialed is not in the service area..."
How could this happen? How could this happen?
Song Hongyan felt an unprecedented panic. The two trump cards she originally identified could not be contacted, which made her feel that the situation was gradually going beyond her imagination.
She called Mrs. Zhao and Mo Qianxiong more than ten times in a row, but the other party was either turned off or not in the service area.
"No, it can't be like this."
Seeing that more than twenty minutes had passed, Song Hongyan, who was worried about Ye Fan's safety, screamed and then called her mother:
"Didn't you say that my father is powerful and powerful?"
"Ask him to rescue Ye Fan from Ye Tang, rescue him..."
"He rescued Ye Fan, I will recognize him as my father!"
After shouting, Song Hongyan fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face, as if all her strength had been drained away.
"Woo——"
At almost the same moment, five or six white Hummers suddenly rushed towards the door of Jin Zhilin where the patients had dispersed and were beginning to take inventory.
Sun Bufan and Hua Yanyu looked around subconsciously.
The car door opened and more than twenty murderous men and women in black emerged.
Then, Wei Hongchao, who was wearing a white suit, also came out.
Next to him, there was an old man in gray clothes, in his fifties, with only one ear, shaped like a skull, and very gloomy.
Wei Hong spit out a betel nut in his mouth, glanced at Jin Zhilin fiercely, and then gave an order to the twenty people around him:
"Tang Ruoxue and Ye Fan massacred Ye Tang's disciple Qin Jiutian, and you surrounded Jin Zhilin on the spot."
"Find Tang Ruoxue for me at all costs."
He breathed hot air: "If a god blocks it, he will kill a god; if a ghost blocks it, he will kill a ghost!"
More than twenty people responded in unison: "Yes!"
The crowd rushed towards Jin Zhilin like wolves and tigers.
Hua Yanyu and the others' expressions changed drastically. They didn't expect Ye Tang to come and arrest them.
"Whoosh——"
Just when Wei Hong was about to rush into Jin Zhilin toward them, he heard a golden light flash in everyone's eyes.
Danger suddenly arises!
Wei Hong's face changed drastically as he faced them, and he jumped back with all his strength, narrowly avoiding the dangerous sword light.
Almost as soon as he took three steps back, there was a bang, and a flying sword slashed into the bluestone at Jin Zhilin's door.
The stone shattered and the flying sword stood tall.
There was a trace of sweat on the foreheads of the old man in gray and others.
"Whoever crosses the flying sword will die."
Ye Zhendong appeared with his hands behind his back.
