Fei Kexin was even more surprised after hearing Ye Chen's words.
She really couldn't understand why Ye Chen was so resistant to recognizing his own grandfather.
At this time, Fei Kexin received a call, and the person on the phone said: "Miss, the Master Wanlong of Wanlong Palace has arrived and has already brought people in."
"I understand." Fei Kexin responded and said to Ye Chen: "Mr. Ye, Master Wan is here."
Just as he was talking, the indicator lights of the two elevators flickered. After a moment, the two elevator doors opened, and Wan Pojun rushed out with more than ten Wanlong Palace soldiers.
Seeing Ye Chen, Wan Pojun took the lead and said, "Mr. Ye, my subordinate is late!"
All the soldiers immediately raised their hands and said in unison: "I'm late!"
Ye Chen said calmly: "You all came very quickly."
Wan Pojun asked hurriedly: "Mr. Ye, how is the situation now? What do you need from my subordinates?"
Ye Chen said: "There is a gangster with severed limbs who is still alive. We need to take him away. I have something else to ask him. The rest of the people inside are dead. You and others should take away all the bodies and dispose of them properly."
, and then clean up the blood stains and bullet marks at the scene."
Wan Pojun had a stern expression and said quickly: "Then let's deal with it now."
Then, he immediately took people to the corridor.
The corridor was dark at this time, but Wan Pojun was an eight-star warrior after all, and his strength was extraordinary, so he could see very clearly even if the light was weak.
When he saw the scene, he was stunned and stunned.
He could be said to have fought his way out from among the dead, but this was the first time he had seen such a bloody scene.
The other soldiers of Wanlong Palace could not hide their horror. The strong smell of blood made everyone feel physically uncomfortable.
Wan Pojun was the first to come to his senses and said in a cold voice: "Prepare body bags and put all the dead ones in them."
"Okay!" Everyone nodded, immediately took out the thickened black body bags from their pockets, and began to dispose of the bodies.
As each corpse was put into a body bag, Wan Pojun's heart became more and more shocked.
What shocked him was not the gangsters who had their legs cut off by Ye Chen and committed suicide by taking poison, but the four martial arts masters with extremely high cultivation levels.
Each of these four martial arts masters were beaten beyond recognition by bullets. It is no exaggeration to say that each of them had at least thirty or forty bullet holes, and almost no part of them was intact from head to toe.
Even Wan Pojun could only tell from their mutilated corpses that one of their meridians was open, but they could not determine how many stars they were because most of their meridians had been shattered by bullets.
After all the corpses were put into the body bag, Wan Pojun grabbed the collar of the leader and stuffed them into the body bag. At the same time, he ordered the others: "This one is not dead yet, take him away alone, Ye
Sir, he has other uses."
"Okay!" The subordinate nodded quickly and made a mark on the body bag.
The soldiers of Wanlong Palace moved very quickly, and within a few minutes, nearly thirty corpses were packed up.
Then, they began to carry the body bags downstairs through the elevator.
Because they stood in a pool of blood for too long, when they walked out, they left large blood-red footprints on the stall outside.
Fei Kexin saw that all the people in Wanlong Palace were covered in blood, with a strong smell of blood on their bodies. He could imagine how tragic the situation inside was without looking at them.
Wan Pojun came to Ye Chen at this time and said: "Mr. Ye, the bodies have been packed up. We will immediately arrange to transport them out of New York, and then arrange for people to transport them to the high seas for disposal as soon as possible. As for the one who is still alive, I will