Zhao Siqi did not die, but was seriously injured and fell into coma. He was immediately sent to the hospital for rescue.
After some surgical rescue, Zhao Siqi was out of danger, but his nerves were damaged and he would spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
What happened to her was insignificant compared to Shen Qianshan's dethronement, and it didn't cause any disturbance in the vast sea.
Ye Fan didn't care about her life or death. After coming out of Baihua Group, he went straight to Feihu Villa.
Feihu Villa has lost its past desolation, with bright lights and luxury cars. Not only have there been many more guards, but four curators have also arrived.
Obviously, Shen Qianshan's dethronement has caused dark waves in the Martial Alliance.
Ye Fan saw Huang Feihu at a glance.
He was standing in front of a picture of a tiger emerging from the mountain.
Huang Feihu is still the same, with long arms and legs, and dark and red cheeks. He has not changed, not at all.
It seems that no one or anything in heaven and earth can make him change.
He stood there, as straight as a javelin thrust into the ground.
The soft light illuminated his face, making the wrinkles on his face appear darker, but his eyes were still as sharp.
But when he saw Ye Fan, his cold and sharp eyes were immediately filled with warmth.
"Ye Fan, here you go."
Huang Feihu laughed and welcomed him out with open arms.
"Brother, I'm causing trouble for you."
Ye Fan also walked up, gave him a hug, and then apologized: "I will take full responsibility for Shen Qianshan's matter."
"shit!"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Huang Feihu, who was playing with two walnuts, stared and slapped Ye Fan on the head unceremoniously to reprimand:
"What trouble? There is no such thing as trouble here."
"Don't say you just crippled Shen Qianshan, even if you punched him to death, you and I wouldn't be in any trouble."
"That's because his skills are inferior to others."
Huang Feihu didn't take Shen Qianshan's matter seriously at all:
"If there is trouble, it's because Shen Qianshan is in trouble and Nanling Martial Alliance is in trouble."
"The old guy has been arrogant for decades. How many people have he provoked? How many people have he maimed? How many people have he killed?"
"Now that his martial arts skills are all gone, he doesn't want to deal with his enemies, but is he still causing trouble for you and me, waiting to wipe out his family?"
Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, and then secretly exclaimed that Jiang is still hot when he is old. These words hit the nail on the head.
Although he is facing cruel revenge from Shen Qianshan, isn't Shen Qianshan facing danger after losing his force?
However, he still smiled apologetically at Huang Feihu: "In addition to Shen Qianshan's revenge, there is also pressure from the Wumeng headquarters."
"No matter how heinous Shen Qianshan is, he will always be the president of the Nanling Martial League. If I abolish him like this, it will be a slap in the face of the elders of the Martial League."
"And what I forced Shen Qianshan to surrender was the dog-beating stick you gave me, brother."
Ye Fan saw clearly: "They will definitely put pressure on Big Brother."
"What do they have to put pressure on?"
Huang Feihu took a step forward, put his arm around Ye Fan's shoulders and said with a smile:
"The dog-beating stick was given to me by the president. It is also the authority of the dog-beating stick to beat the president at the top and the disciples at the bottom."
"There's nothing wrong with you using it to bully Shen Qianshan, a domineering man, and there's nothing wrong with the Council of Elders to accuse you."
"If the dog-beating stick is not used, how can it be used as an offering?"
"Destroying Shen Qianshan's Dantian may seem a bit serious, but it's only human nature. It would be like me to do it."
"How about waiting for him to take revenge secretly?"
"I'm kidding, he is a master of the Xuan Realm. If he is not abolished, it will be like destroying the family himself."
"So brother, you don't need to worry at all."
"You just have to be careful when entering and exiting to avoid being attacked by Shen Qianshan's diehard loyalists, especially his top disciple Xue Ruyi."
"My brother can easily handle the pressure from the rest of the Martial Alliance Elders' Pavilion."
"No matter how big a problem is, it doesn't matter to me."
A major event that affected the nerves of all parties in the Wu League was downplayed by Huang Feihu, as if Shen Qianshan and the Elder Pavilion were not worth mentioning.
"Brother, thank you."
Ye Fan smiled and followed Huang Feihu forward:
"With your words, I feel at ease."
He originally wanted to say that if Huang Feihu couldn't handle it anymore, let him solve it himself, but he was worried that saying this would make Huang Feihu even more stubborn to the end.
"It's good to have peace of mind."
Huang Feihu laughed loudly: "Stop talking about these bad things, let's go to the back garden and watch me perform the Flying Tiger Fist."
"Then stay and have dinner with me."
He pointed at Huang Xuanwu and said, "Xuanwu, let's make a roasted whole lamb. Brother Ye and I will not come back until we get drunk tonight."
Huang Xuanwu respectfully replied: "Understood."
Three hours later, Ye Fan left after eating and drinking. Huang Feihu looked at the lamb with only its skeleton left, picked up the half-cup of Maotai in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.
The night sky is filled with the aroma of wine.
After seeing Ye Fan off, Huang Xuanwu walked over and handed Huang Feihu a cup of freshly brewed tea.
Huang Feihu picked it up and took a sip, then looked at the gloomy night sky: "Brother Ye has gone back?"
Huang Xuanwu nodded slightly: "I'm back."
"Give Suzaku an order to take people to Nanling in person and keep an eye on the movements of the Nanling Martial Alliance."
Huang Feihu issued two instructions in succession: "Let Baihu deploy eighteen masters to protect Ye Fan's safety around the clock."
Huang Xuanwu said respectfully: "Understood, I will make arrangements immediately."
Then he hesitated for a moment: "Master, do you really want to take this responsibility for Mark?"
When several key members of the martial alliance not far away heard this, they all raised their heads and looked at Huang Feihu.
"nonsense!"
Huang Feihu's voice deepened: "Once we are brothers, we will always be brothers. Besides, he also saved my life."
"If I don't protect him, who will?"
"And I'm doing this for Shen Qianshan's sake. Once Ye Fan is completely angered, I'm afraid the entire Nanling Martial Arts League will be bloodbathed by him."
"Ye Fan's methods, Ye Fan's skills, and Ye Fan's courage all show that he is capable of killing everyone."
He sees far.
Huang Xuanwu lowered his head and said no more.
"Also, do you know what Shen Qianshan is doing in Zhonghai this time?"
Huang Feihu's eyes became dark: "He took the order from the Martial League Elder Pavilion and prepared to arrange for a group of disciples to teach in Zhonghai."
"Obviously, they said it was for study and exchange, but actually they heard that I was in a wheelchair and wanted to infiltrate the forces of Nanling and the Elder Pavilion into Zhonghai."
"For so many years, the Zhonghai Wulin League has been a piece of metal and has made a lot of money. Many people have become jealous."
"Although Ye Fan's battle caused a bit of a fuss, it also ruined their plan and also gave them a beating."
"So I will protect Ye Fan both in public and private matters."
"Whether it is the Nanling Martial League or the Elder Pavilion, if they want to cause trouble for Ye Fan, they must first step over my body."
His expression was calm and firm.
Huang Xuanwu's body trembled: "I understand."
The faces of several key members of the Martial Alliance were full of respect. This was their president, their backbone. No matter how difficult the situation was, he would never abandon his own people.
"bite--"
At this moment, Huang Xuanwu's cell phone vibrated, and the ringtone pierced the quiet night, making Huang Feihu and the others' eyelids twitch.
Huang Xuanwu hurriedly picked up the phone and answered it.
After a moment, he flicked his wrist and dropped the phone.
Huang Feihu said indifferently: "What happened?"
Huang Xuanwu's face turned pale: "Shen Qianshan was killed..."
A simple sentence not only silenced several people, but even Night Breeze seemed to be dead.
The flames of the barbecue lamb crackled, and the firelight flickered and everyone looked solemn.
Only Huang Feihu remained calm. He picked up the tea cup in front of him, took a sip and said with a smile:
