Chapter Nine hundred and fiftieth four first cut for respect
"Your master?"
Miao Jinge was furious when he saw Miao Fenglang killing everyone and crushing Miao Zhanhu.
He wished he could kill Miao Fenglang with a thousand knives, but for the time being there was nothing he could do to him.
Bloodline suppression, invulnerability, and infinite strength. The methods that Bajialou can easily crush the masters have no effect on Miao Fenglang.
This kind of realm and ability is probably only possessed by the eighth ancestor of the Miao family in Houshan.
But those are all old monsters who are over a hundred years old. Why should Miao Fenglang be compared at his age?
So when he heard that Miao Fenglang still had a master, Miao Jinge couldn't help but asked angrily: "Who is your master?"
"I!"
At this moment, there was another shout in the night sky, and the sound was so loud that the Miao men and women trembled.
"boom!"
Almost at the same moment, the door was knocked open again, and nearly a hundred tightly wrapped men in black poured in.
A sword in one hand and a crossbow in the other.
Under the leadership of Dugu Shang, they spread out like phantoms one by one, and moved very quickly to block the Miao clan's elite.
Then, Yuan Qingyi also rushed in with hundreds of people in gray clothes.
Ye Fan walked behind with a look of desolation.
Yuan Qingyi moved close to Ye Fan out of instinct.
"Ye Fan?"
"Ye Fan! Yuan Qingyi!"
When Miao Jinge saw this, he roared: "How dare you come here to act wild?"
"I don't want to come, but President Miao insists on inviting me to come, so I'll come over for a walk."
Ye Fan picked up a blood-stained ax from the ground and said: "Clean up the door by the way."
"Ye Fan, are you looking for death?"
Miao Jinge was furious and was about to order a siege, but suddenly remembered that he still had hostages in his hands.
"You're not afraid of death, aren't you also afraid of your father's death?"
He made a gesture, and several Miao men and women immediately pulled out Ye Wujiu and put an ax on his neck.
"Dad——" Ye Fan couldn't help shouting: "Are you okay?"
"Ye Fan, are you here?"
Ye Wujiu looked at Ye Fan and responded weakly: "I'm fine. President Miao treats me well. He treats me to peanuts and drinks with me."
"Shut up!"
Miao Jinge took out a sharp sword and put it on Ye Wujiu's neck and shouted: "Ye Fan, I didn't expect you to be so filial. You came all the way to Miao City for your useless father."
"I welcome you to die, but I didn't expect that you would kill so many of my children without even saying a word."
"Tonight, one of you counts, you all have to pay the price."
"I order you now to have your men lay down their weapons and surrender immediately, and you must also cut off one of your hands."
"Otherwise, I will kill your father and make you unable to be a dutiful son."
Miao Jinge shouted with murderous intent: "Kneel down for me."
Countless Miao elites also shouted, shouting for Ye Fan to kneel down and surrender.
Ye Fan ignored Miao Jinge and just stared at Ye Wujiu. Seeing that he was not injured or poisoned, he felt much relieved.
"Miao Jinge, you are really becoming more shameless as you get older."
Yuan Qingyi took a step forward and sneered: "Let's not talk about the following offenses you committed. You violated the rules of the martial alliance. Even if you kidnapped Uncle Ye, you also disgraced the Miao clan."
"The dignified president of the Miao City Martial Arts League and the spiritual leader of the Miao family actually resorted to dirty tricks."
She beguiled the hearts of those present: "You are not worthy to be the king of Miao City."
"Yuan Qingyi, haven't seen you for a few days. He has a sharp tongue and a sharp tongue."
"Why, with Mark as your backer, you dare to challenge me?"
Miao Jinge clicked his tongue: "I really regret that I kept saying that I would leave you to my son."
"If I had known that you were taking advantage of Ye Fan, I would have taken your lead first."
Seeing Yuan Qingyi's curvy figure and the tenacity shown in martial arts training, Miao Jinge couldn't help but feel an evil fire rising in his heart.
Yuan Qingyi's eyes turned cold: "A dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory."
"Stop talking nonsense. Although you are quite capable and have the living dead to suppress poison, this is my territory."
Miao Jinge laughed heartily: "I have two thousand disciples in the Octagon Tower, and in Miao City, there are thousands of people who vassal me."
"You will die as soon as you come."
"And Ye Wujiu is in my hands. If you don't kneel down and surrender, I will chop off his hands and feet."
He slashed Ye Wujiu's chest with his sharp sword, and his clothes tore open, showing off the sharpness of the sword's tip.
"Miao Jinge, are you old and confused?"
Yuan Qingyi also sneered: "You have hostages, and I also have hostages."
She made a gesture, and several cronies immediately dragged two people out from behind.
One was Miao Jingyun, whose limbs were missing, and the other was Miao Zhuifeng, who had a bruised nose and swollen face.
Miao Jingyun was fair and fair, and his clothes were still gorgeous, but his eyes were already dead, and he was already despairing of life.
Although Miao Zhuifeng had many scars and his limbs were broken, he was like a vicious dog, always struggling: "Dad, leave me alone, kill them, kill them haha."
"After killing them, capture Tang Ruoxue, rape her a hundred times, throw her into the back mountain, and let the ancestor be trained into a puppet and die slowly."
Miao Zhuifeng laughed maniacally, hysterically like a madman.
"Bang -" Yuan Qingyi stepped on his mouth, causing five or six of his teeth to fall out, stopping his madness.
Then, she looked at Miao Jinge: "Let Uncle Ye go, or your two sons will be buried with him."
"Hahaha, interesting, interesting, threatening me like this."
Miao Jinge showed a sinister smile and looked at Yuan Qingyi indifferently: "Yes, they are my sons. I also hope to save them, but seeing how useless they are, I suddenly lost interest."
"I rescued them just to raise two losers. They are of no use to me and only add to the trouble."
"So I don't care about their life or death."
"Besides, I, Miao Jinge, have three wives and four concubines, and many sons and daughters. I just need to re-train them. If that doesn't work, I will give birth to another woman."
"If President Yuan likes it, you can also leave a seed for me, Miao Jinge."
He is not afraid of Yuan Qingyi's threat at all. Apart from the fact that this is his territory, he is also really disappointed in Brother Miao Jingyun.
For him, raising people is like raising poison, the winner survives.
"I know Miao will have many children, so I invited them all."
At this time, Ye Fan, who had been silent, smiled faintly, and then made a gesture.
"What?"
A bus came on the way, the door opened, and dozens of people were escorted out of the bus.
Miao Jinge's body trembled. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the group of black figures, his eyes full of disbelief.
"How can this be?"
These dozens of men and women were Miao Jinge's three wives and four concubines, as well as the children they gave birth to.
The second wife, the third wife, the fourth wife, the 21-year-old third son, the 18-year-old fourth daughter... and the nominal father-in-law and mother-in-law.
All thirty-two people were there.
A machete was held around their necks, the knife was flashing, cold and bloodthirsty.
Miao Jingyun and Miao Zhuifeng were born to the deceased eldest lady, and they were Miao Jinge's two most valued sons, but that didn't mean that he didn't have women outside.
On the contrary, Miao Jinge had seven women and fifteen children.
Just to avoid conflicts in daily interactions and for the better and more comprehensive development of his children, Miao Jinge did not let them live in the Octagon Building.
Instead, they were arranged in Miaocheng, Zhonghai, Longdu, Gangcheng and other places, and several teams of bodyguards were arranged for them.
I thought that this would provide them with the best protection and development, and that they would be able to better pass on their incense in the future.
But he never expected that his three wives and four concubines, including his children, would all be captured by Ye Fan.
This method, this mastery of intelligence, made Miao Jinge angry and also fearful.
He shouted: "Ye Fan, what a trick."
"You bastard, you dare to kidnap me, do you want to die?"
When Miao Jinge's third son saw his father, he immediately shouted with confidence: "Do you know who my father is?
You have to pretend to be a grandson when you see the mayor, you idiots, there will be ghosts even if you can walk out of the Octagon today."
He was unruly and provoked Ye Fan: "I fucking swear, I, Miao Sanjin, will kill you."
"In the past, I have always believed that one person should take responsibility for his actions."
Ye Fan ignored the aggressive Miao Sanjin and looked at Miao Jinge with his hands behind his back: "But you all continue to challenge my bottom line, and you also forcefully changed the concept of not bringing harm to the family..." "So I learned from President Miao.
For a moment.”
"Your three wives and four concubines, fifteen children, four fathers and six mothers, I have invited them all here."
"If you don't talk nonsense, let's cut one down first as a sign of respect."
Ye Fan waved his finger, and Yuan Qingyi took a step back, raised the knife and chopped off Miao Sanjin's head... there was blood everywhere.
