Blood spurted out from his mouth and nose, stained Ye Fan's clothes, and spread all over the ground around him.
The blood was as bright as agate in the light, but it made everyone feel chilly.
Duanmuqing didn't want to die, but after all, he had no hope of life. He thought about the beginning and saw the process, but he didn't guess the ending.
The first young master of Xinguo Dihao Bank, the person in charge of the largest underground bank in Southeast Asia, and the honorary gentleman of the Thirteen Kingdoms, these are Duan Muqing's amulets.
In his view, no matter what crime he committed, the outcome should not be death.
It's like hiring a murderer to kill Ye Fan, only a few years in prison to survive, and three months of parole for medical treatment, and nothing will happen.
For a nephew of a powerful person of his level, death is too far away from him.
Therefore, Duanmuqing provoked Ye Fan unscrupulously and did not take it seriously that Ye Fan wanted to stab him.
But Duanmuqing never expected that Ye Fan would suddenly kill him.
He was very unwilling and aggrieved, but he had no choice but to stare at Ye Fan's joking face.
"thump!"
Ye Fan also knelt down straight, his left arm slightly opened, and blood flowed out.
His clothes were soon stained with blood, and he looked as if he had been seriously injured and was about to die at any time.
"Ye Fan!"
"Mr. Duanmu!"
"Master Duanmu!"
"Master Ye!"
Seeing Duan Muqing's eyes protruding, many people present reacted and shouted the names of Ye Fan and Duan Muqing.
Cai Lingzhi immediately rushed to the high platform.
Duan Muqing's companions and Yuan Qingyi also rushed towards the two of them, wanting to see what happened and how injured the two were.
Suddenly, dozens of people surged into the scene, causing chaos again.
"Bang, bang, bang—" Yang Hongxing didn't waste any time, and grabbed the gun and warned repeatedly.
Amidst a burst of gunfire, the whole place fell silent again.
Yang Hongxing yelled at everyone: "Anyone who approaches the high platform will be killed without mercy."
Dozens of agents also raised their firearms, pointing at the crowd who were about to rush to the high platform.
Duanmuqing's companions, Yuan Qingyi and others could only stop.
Cai Lingzhi rushed over regardless, but Yang Hongxing grabbed him: "Go back!"
"No, I want to see Mark Ye!"
Cai Lingzhi's voice was sharp: "He was shot."
She had been standing on the right side of the hall to suppress Tang Shi'er, so the bullet she saw was shot from behind Ye Fan.
Duanmuqing shot seven bullets at such a close distance, even a god would have difficulty surviving.
"go back!"
Yang Hongxing shouted: "If you rush up to him, you will kill him."
Although he didn't name him, Cai Lingzhi knew that he was talking about Ye Fan, so his steps stopped abruptly.
But her eyes were still fixed on Ye Fan, and she shouted to Yang Hongxing with heartache and lungs: "Ye Fan was shot and lost a lot of blood. Save him quickly, save him quickly."
When she fought with Wang Qiaochu and Ye Fan saved her by himself, she regarded Ye Fan as the nobleman and master in her life.
For Cai Lingzhi, if something happens to Ye Fan, her life will be meaningless.
"I'm measured!"
Yang Hongxing shouted again: "Go back all of us. If you don't, don't blame me for not giving you face!"
The high platform is now the first scene. Once there is chaos, many things will become unclear.
Facing Yang Hongxing's pressure, Cai Lingzhi could only retreat, and she even glanced at Tang Ruoxue.
Compared to the excitement of himself and Yuan Qingyi, Tang Ruoxue, who had been standing on the left, remained motionless and just stared blankly at Ye Fan on the high platform.
No one knows what she is thinking.
"Call for support!"
Yang Hongxing shouted: "Seal down the scene!"
Yang Hongxing personally stepped up the battle, and with the addition of reinforcements from the detectives, the chaotic scene gradually calmed down.
But the atmosphere was still tense. Dozens of agents separated the two sides, preventing anyone from getting close to the blood-stained high platform.
Then, a team of forensic doctors and forensic experts appeared and jumped onto the high platform with quick movements.
At the same time, more than a dozen law enforcement video cameras were also set up.
An experienced forensic doctor first examined Ye Fan's injuries. The seriousness on his face quickly dissipated. Although seven bullets passed through his armpit, they only scratched his body.
The blood seemed to be pouring out, and Ye Fan was half-dead in pain, but his life was not in any danger.
The forensic doctor asked the detectives to lift Ye Fan to the seat and asked the medical staff to bandage him.
Ye Fan accepted the treatment obediently, and during the process, he used his eyes to indicate to Yuan Qingyi and the others that they did not need to worry.
Soon, the old forensic doctor went to check Duanmu Qing's injuries, checked his breathing, felt his heart, and checked his pupils.
Finally, he looked at Duanmu's broken throat bone and shook his head: "Duanmu Qing...died on the spot."
Duanmuqing died?
As soon as the old forensic doctor made this announcement, not only did the scene of more than 500 people not boil again, but on the contrary, there was a deathly silence.
Even Duanmu Qing's companions, who were filled with indignation, stiffened up.
Although they saw Duanmuqing fall to the ground just now, they only thought that he was seriously injured by Ye Fan. After all, how could Ye Fan have the courage to kill Duanmuqing?
But at this moment, the bloody facts were in front of them, which could not help but shock them.
"How is this possible...how is this possible?"
Tang Shi'er was also in a daze, a little unable to accept this result.
Does this dumbfounded Qing not know about Duanmu Qing’s background, or does he really not take Dihao Bank seriously?
Then, he wanted to be excited that Ye Fan had caused a big disaster, but he couldn't be happy at all.
Anyway, Duanmuqing is dead.
Tang Shi'er's fear firmly outweighed his joy in others' misfortune.
Ye Fan even dared to kill Duanmu Qing, but his head, a member of the Tang Sect's Twelve Branches, seemed not as strong as imagined.
Do you want to take revenge in the future?
All the detectives at the scene clenched their firearms and kept a close eye on Duan Muqing's bodyguards, fearing that they would be too angry and angry to fight to the death.
But what surprised everyone was that Duanmu Qing and his gang didn't react at all. They all turned into silent lambs and stayed in place without moving.
No one roared and rushed to Ye Fan for revenge.
Scared! The psychological judgment of the Duanmu camp made by experienced detectives.
They were a little relieved and a little melancholy, but when they thought about it deeper, they felt relieved.
Ye Fan even pinched Duan Muqing's throat. They would only kill them all if they rushed forward. Ye Fan would never mind killing a few more minions.
Compared with the different expressions of everyone, Yang Hongxing was the most stressed. After scanning the audience, he slowly walked to the entrance of the auditorium.
Then, he turned around with a coercive look on his face: "From now on, the entire Great Hall will be sealed off and no one will be allowed in or out."
"The police conducted an on-site autopsy to obtain irrefutable evidence, and all the guests were isolated on the spot to give evidence."
"Everyone from me, Yang Hongxing, down to the waiters present must tell the truth about everything they saw with their own eyes."
"Let me, Yang Hongxing, make the first confession..." "Duan Muqing hired a murderer to kill someone, accidentally injuring Song Hongyan. Ye Fan broke into the venue to question the crime, and the two sides confronted each other with swords and guns on the high platform."
"After my serious warning, Ye Fan obeyed and abandoned his weapon, but Duan Muqing took the opportunity to shoot Ye Fan seven times."
"Ye Fan fought back in self-defense and crushed Duanmu's throat bone with his bare hands..."
