Ye Fan stretched out his hand and pressed Liu Fugui to signal him not to panic. Then he looked at the sharp-mouthed man and smiled:
"After following you for two days, you finally took action?"
The sharp-mouthed man was the Shu Shu who had been following Ye Fan for a long time.
He was slightly startled when he heard this, and then sneered:
"Boy, you know I'm watching you, and you still dare to be alone like this. Have you lived enough?"
He looked around and found no ambush, feeling at ease again.
"I'm only twenty-five years old, so of course I haven't lived long enough."
Ye Fan was still standing in the pavilion: "I don't take you seriously because you are not enough for me."
Shuo Shu was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses and scoffed:
"Arrogant and arrogant, I know your support is Dugu Shang."
"It's a pity that he's not here to protect you now."
"No, to be precise, he can't even protect himself now."
Shuo Shu struck Ye Fan: "More than a hundred of my brothers have already gone to kill him."
Ye Fan smiled noncommittally: "More than a hundred people are not enough for Dugu Shang to choke his teeth."
"Really ignorant and fearless."
Shuoshu looked at Ye Fan and laughed:
"Although my brothers are not as good as Lightning, they are still first-class warriors. No matter how hard Dugu Shang fights, he will never be able to defeat so many people."
"And it doesn't matter even if Dugu Shang wins."
"He is so loyal to you. If we take you down, he will be tied up."
"That's why I brought thirty people here to block you."
He showed his pride: "The purpose is to be foolproof."
Liu Fugui looked nervous and protected Ye Fan: "Don't mess around, or I will call the police."
Although he knew that Ye Fan could fight, Liu Fugui was still worried about a group of more than thirty desperadoes.
"Call the police?"
Shuo Shu said contemptuously: "You can use your cell phone to make a call. If you can call someone, I lose."
Liu Fugui took out his cell phone and took a look and found that there was no signal at all.
"Take it!"
Shuo Shu gave an order.
Thirty men wearing masks moved forward silently.
Shuoshu also took a machete and approached.
The entire backyard became quiet, because everyone closed their mouths and gently raised their sharp knives.
The cold light intertwined, wrapped in the blowing evening wind, and wrapped in everyone's nervous and fiery eyes.
"Just because I don't like fighting doesn't mean I'm easy to bully."
Ye Fan didn't even look at the approaching enemy:
"Whoever takes my life, I will take his life."
His right hand was slowly placed on the cold stone table.
In the middle of the stone table, there is a Tai Chi diagram.
Shuo Shu roared: "Come on!"
Thirty masked men swarmed forward, their sharp knives flashing with murderous intent...
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, Ye Fan turned the stone table.
Just a bang was heard, and thousands of nails pierced the turf and came out.
The assailants in front couldn't hold back their feet, so they stepped on it and were immediately pierced by nails in the soles of their feet.
Blood splattered and screams continued.
Shuo Shu was furious and shouted: "Jump over, jump over, kill him!"
Dozens of thugs were about to take action when they heard a sharp sound and several ropes bounced up from the ground, hitting the enemy team hard.
The ropes were all equipped with barbed hooks and caught on his legs and body, immediately splattering with blood.
More than a dozen assailants fell to the ground screaming.
Before the others could react, Ye Fan slapped the table again, and crossbow arrows shot out from the pavilion and rockery.
More than a hundred crossbow arrows knocked over a dozen people in the middle.
The scene was a mess and a mess of blood.
"asshole!"
Seeing a crossbow arrow being shot at him, Shuo Shu's face changed drastically, and he jumped back, like a frightened bird.
As fast as you want.
There were originally more than thirty people on Shuoshu's side, but in the blink of an eye, there were only five or six left.
Shuo Shu was shocked: "When did you set the trap?"
There was a hint of joking in the corner of Ye Fan's mouth: "I set up this game after knowing that you were following me."
"I originally wanted to kill one or two hundred people, but I didn't expect that you only came with a few dozen people. It's a bit wasteful."
"Actually, there are many flaws, but you focus on Dugu Shang and don't pay attention to me, a little doctor."
He looked at Shuo Shu and smiled: "So you are destined to be unlucky today."
Shuo Shu couldn't hold himself back and shouted sternly: "Ye Fan, you are so shameless."
"Dozens of you come to kill my little doctor, isn't that shameless?"
Ye Fan sneered: "Besides, as long as I kill you and keep my safety, what does it mean to be shameless?"
"Ye Fan, we underestimated you."
Shuo Shu roared: "But you also despise us."
"Although more than twenty brothers have been tricked by you, we can still easily trample you to death."
He always believed that Ye Fan had no power to restrain a chicken, and that he could be so arrogant because of Dugu Shang.
Six companions pulled out six shotguns.
He pointed murderously at Ye Fan and Liu Fugui in the pavilion.
Shuo Shu carried the mace and smiled ferociously: "See how I spray you into a sieve."
"Go to hell..."
He waved the order to shoot.
"Ploppap!"
Just then, six gunshots were heard outside the door.
When the gunshots fell, the bodies of the six assailants facing Ye Fan were shaken, and then they fell to the ground without saying a word.
There is an extra bullet hole in the head.
Their weapons also fell.
Shuo Shu turned his head subconsciously.
I saw a dozen men and women in well-dressed clothes walking outside the door, led by a woman in her thirties holding a gun.
He is tall, has beautiful facial features, a straight nose, thin lips, and a pair of cold eyes, making him full of momentum.
It's just that he looks too arrogant.
Next to her, there were two women with similar figures, both of whom had pretty faces and were full of blood and fire.
Ye Fan remembered what Song Hongyan said about the person she sent to protect him, Song Feiyan.
"No one can harm the people I, Song Feiyan, want to protect."
Song Feiyan and his men pressed against Shuoshu and the others: "Should you surrender on your own initiative, or should I cripple you and then surrender?"
"Song Feiyan?"
Shuoshu's expression changed: "Are you back?"
He knew these people, Song Hongyan's cronies, who were paid heavily by Song Hongyan to go to the West for training three years ago.
There has been almost no news about her these days. Shuoshu and the others have almost forgotten her existence, and they did not expect her to come back again.
"You know who I am, why don't you kneel down and surrender?"
Song Feiyan blew the silenced pistol that was still smoking:
"Do you have to make me angry?"
She also glanced at Ye Fan, and then looked at the huge pit where dozens of people were lying, with a look of contempt and disdain.
Only a weak person like Ye Fan needs to use tricks, while a strong person like her can simply crush Shuoshu and the others.
Ye Fan saw it, but didn't care.
He just looked out the door and smelled a strong aura.
Shuoshu looked ugly, but he still snorted: "Surrender? You're thinking too much..."
"Bang--"
Before he finished speaking, Song Feiyan shot out with a burst of fire and swept Shuo Shu with one leg.
Shuoshu had no time to resist, he rolled out and his back hit a rockery hard.
Broken bones are extremely painful.
Several assailants instinctively wanted to fight, but they were knocked to the ground by two well-dressed women.
Song Feiyan stepped on the big rat and said contemptuously:
"How dare you provoke Miss Song with such talent? Jiang Shihao's life is over."
Having said this, she raised her head and glanced at Mark again.
She was not deliberately arrogant, but pushed people to the ground, as if looking at an ant on the ground from the sky.
I wondered if Song Hongyan was out of her mind. Shuoshu and the others could be crushed by just a few sisters, but in the end they had to protect them themselves.
As for the defeat in the Taiping Arena, it was not that Ji Dian was so good, but that the boxers hired by Zhonghai Circle were too weak.
If she had come back a few days earlier, one person could have defeated Jiang in a second, and ten lightning bolts could have stepped on her with one foot.
She has this confidence after returning from being a king abroad.
Then she despised the leisurely Ye Fan, a guy with no hair, pretending to be profound and giving advice, it was really ridiculous.
Song Feiyan kicked Shuo Shu over and said, "There is not a single person in Jiang's group who is better than anyone else."
"I don't know how deep the sky is."
At this moment, there was a sound outside the door, and the leaves moved.
Then, a figure flew over.
The next moment, Song Feiyan saw a sword light in his eyes.
This sword is very simple and direct, just like rain from the sky.
Crack, crackle.
Song Feiyan had no time to evade, so she had no choice but to fight head-on.
She aimed at the sword light with a single shot.
The bullet missed, but the sword's light was still cold.
Song Feiyan's face changed drastically, she raised her left hand and blocked it with a dagger.
"when--"
The sound of metal clashing sounded.
Immediately afterwards, under the gaze of everyone, Song Feiyan retreated violently, spitting blood from his mouth.
Seeing this scene, Shuoshu and the others were extremely surprised.
Five seconds later, Song Feiyan stopped, leaning against a tree with her back, and blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.
It was a big loss.
Before she could take a breath, a sword was pressed against her forehead without any warning.
Bitingly cold.
There was an additional woman in black gauze at the scene.
