Ye Fan walked out of the darkness with a smile on his face.
Song Nanyang was surprised, but it was fleeting and turned into a look of amusement.
"It's true that if you don't take the road to heaven, you will have no choice but to fall into hell. Ye Fan, although you are just a small person, you are the trigger. You are inseparable from my ruin."
"so what?"
"So, you have to die!"
Song Nanyang took a step back and let the two bodyguards take action.
He knew that Ye Fan had been a soldier and had good kung fu, so he kept a distance to prevent Ye Fan from fighting him desperately and causing blood to spread within five steps.
"superior!"
Song Nanyang pointed at Ye Fan and gave orders.
However.
There was no movement at all.
Song Nanyang turned around in confusion and saw two bodyguards holding their throats, their eyes seemed to pop out, and their mouths opened wide, looking terrifying.
"What's wrong with you? What are you doing?"
"Young Master Song, there is no need to count on it. Two of your subordinates have been silenced by me. They are speechless and have lost their fighting power. You are alone now, so you should care about yourself."
Ye Fan walked over step by step.
Song Nanyang finally showed a panicked look, grabbed the machete dropped by the commander, and shouted sternly: "Ye Fan, let me spare you tonight, get out of here immediately, don't wait for me to change my mind."
"stop!"
"I say it again, get out of here immediately, otherwise you will die without a burial place. There are hundreds of my elites outside, do you think I can escape if I move?"
Ye Fan sarcastically said: "How can a bunch of people stop me? In Shuiyue Residence, I can come and leave whenever I want."
Song Nanyang said angrily: "What do you want?"
"No rush, let me listen to something first." Ye Fan turned on his cell phone to record. It was the words Song Nanyang asked Ding Chunbo to stun and catch Meng Qingyi during the day.
"Where did this recording come from..." Song Nanyang was shocked, but then he suddenly realized, "I understand, it was you and Ding Chunbo who had a voice call. You heard my conversation with him clearly, and it was also recorded.
sound."
"Ye Fan, you are so scheming."
"I admit that I do have thoughts about Meng Qingyi. She is a very charming woman. She is rare in Nanling, so I want to have her. This is not a shameful thing."
Ye Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, murderous intent suddenly appeared, and he was extremely angry.
"Shameless? Such crazy things like Mi J are actually shameful in your opinion. Song Nanyang, Song Nanyang, it seems that you have done too many evil things and have become accustomed to it. The most disgusting thing is that a social scum like you,
You actually pretend to be a gentleman and are more despicable and shameless than a villain. Xiang Boyan released you, but a cancer like you must be punished. You have been domineering for so many years, and you should take responsibility for the mistakes you committed.
"
"Take responsibility? What responsibility do I need to bear? There are three, six or nine levels of people. I was born noble, and it is only natural to enslave humble people. Ye Fan, your so-called justice is just the thinking of a small person. It is sad and deplorable...
...Ye Fan, I think you are a talent. Kneel down and surrender to me, and you will have a great future. Maybe Meng Qingyi will serve me well, and as soon as I happily marry her, you will become my brother-in-law. Wouldn't it be beautiful?
"
"court death!"
Ye Fan grabbed his chest, took off a button, and ejected with his fingers.
Click.
Song Nanyang's knee was shattered.
He fell to the ground and screamed like a slaughtered pig.
"Ah ah ah, my legs, my knees...Ye Fan! What have you done! How dare you touch me, you murderer of a thousand swords... You are seeking death!
You are seeking death! Meng Qingyi will not survive, and Zhong Ling and Xia Yaoguang will die!"
"puff!"
Another button shot out.
Song Nanyang's other knee was also shattered, and both legs were useless.
"No!"
"My legs...ah ah, Ye Fan, little beast, I should have killed you long ago..."
Song Nanyang roared ferociously and stared at Ye Fan viciously.
But gradually.
He became frightened and terrified.
Ye Fan's murderous intent enveloped him, and he seemed to see the God of Death approaching... No, Ye Fan was the God of Death.
"What are you going to do!"
"Ye Fan, I'm warning you, it's still too late to stop now. If something unexpected happens to me, you will definitely die."
"The power of our Song family is so huge, you can't imagine it. You will never know how terrifying our Song family is."
"Let me tell you why I was released. It was because of my brother Song Nantian. Do you know the seventy-two sects in Zhongzhou! My brother was accepted as a disciple by the leader of a certain sect. His sect is in the center
Zhongzhou asked for a secret order that could forgive all crimes. The governor of Qingzhou was frightened and forced Xiang Boyan to let me go."
Ye Fan stopped and said suspiciously: "Seventy-two sects in Zhongzhou? Song Nantian? The Song family actually has this background. It's interesting. It's a pity that the seventy-two sects can't save you."
Wow.
The murderous aura poured down like a waterfall and rolled up again. Song Nanyang felt like a lonely boat in the sea, about to capsize at any time.
"Ye Fan, don't..."
"puff."
One finger, piercing the center of the eyebrow.
Ye Fan took back his hand and wiped the blood from his fingertips.