Yuan Qingyi's voice deepened: "Don't lie to me and pretend to be dead to avoid responsibility. That won't work with us!"
Ye Fan said simply: "Where is the body? Take me to see it!"
"My foster father is really dead!"
Wu Fu trembled, then stood up and took Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi down to the first floor.
There is a refrigerator room on the first floor. There is a table in the refrigerator room and a person is lying on the table.
His body was covered with white cloth, with a lot of blood stains, and he was motionless.
There were many scars on his face, there was also a lot of iron sand on his left arm, and he still held half a knife tightly in his right hand.
Ye Fan stepped forward and opened it to see that it was Wu Jiuzhou.
There were at least twenty scars on his body, traces of iron sand on his waist, and two crossbow arrows on his chest.
Very deadly.
In fact, Wu Jiuzhou also maintained a ferocious expression mixed with anger and pain.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand to explore without giving up, and his fingers quickly stopped moving.
There was a hint of melancholy on his face.
died……
Yuan Qingyi also took a few steps forward, glanced around to dispel his suspicion, and then shouted to Wu Fu:
"How did President Wu die?"
"He was so skilled and had so many disciples in the Martial Alliance. How could he be killed?"
She couldn't figure it out. How could Wu Jiuzhou, who had 8,000 disciples and 800 core elites, be killed?
"The foster father received the intelligence, Murong Wuxin was sniped, Ouyang's wife and daughter were killed, and Nangong Fu's blood relatives were slandered."
Wu Fu exhaled a long breath and told Ye Fan everything she knew:
"He knew right away that something big was going to happen."
"The three tycoons will definitely struggle to the death."
"He contacted Young Master Ye immediately, wanting to remind him to be careful and explore the situation to see if it was Young Master Ye who did it."
"In the end, I couldn't get through Mr. Ye's phone call."
"The foster father asked people to spy on the Liu family's house. Ten spies went, nine disappeared, and only one came back to report."
"The spies said that several streets near the Liu family's residence were blocked by the Three Tycoons."
"The foster father knew something was wrong, so he immediately summoned eight hundred elite members of the Military Alliance to rush to the Liu family."
"Before we even went out, the parents and family members of the children of the Wumeng League came and hugged their thighs to prevent them from supporting us."
"They also said that the three tycoons had sent a warning to the family. Whoever's children support the Liu family's house will have their whole family destroyed."
"Many of those old people are only children, and they are deeply afraid of the three tycoons, so they entangle the children of the Wu League at all costs."
"The old man is still shouting that if they dare to step out of the Wumeng headquarters, they will die in front of them."
"In fact, several old people actually stabbed themselves and jumped from buildings, which made the children of the Wumeng League feel sad and angry and helpless..."
"The foster father had no other choice, so he mobilized the surrounding children to go to support, but all three groups of people were stopped or delayed."
"The foster father did not dare to attack the old man at the door, nor did he dare to strictly order his children to kill their father to prove his sermon."
"In the end, he had no choice but to take a dozen fatherless and motherless orphans to support the Liu family's house."
"It's just that when I arrived, I was surrounded and killed by a group of thugs."
"The other party used both trolls and crossbows, and hundreds of people came together."
"And the foster father has broken one of his hands, and Yinxian Villa has suffered internal injuries. There is no way he can withstand the attack of these people."
"After a few rounds, more than a dozen martial alliance disciples were all killed in battle, and the foster father was also seriously injured."
"He could have escaped."
"But he said he was disloyal and unjust by not supporting the Liu family in time and putting Mr. Ye and you in danger during the bloody battle."
"He can only deserve you if he dies on the charge!"
"During his final charge, he called me and said his last words, and asked me to tell Mr. Ye -"
"He is not a sinner from the Martial Alliance!"
With a hint of sadness on her face, Wu Fu briefly described the matter to Mark.
Although she was also a mean and unruly person, she still had a close relationship with Wu Jiuzhou, so she couldn't help but feel sad when she saw him die.
Yuan Qingyi was silent.
She was originally full of anger towards Wu Jiuzhou, but now she felt a little apologetic.
She also thought that Wu Jiuzhou was colluding with the three tycoons and deliberately delayed supporting the Liu family.
Now he knows that his situation is no better than that of Liu's house.
With no troops in hand, it would be difficult for Wu Jiuzhou to support him no matter how much he wanted to.
As for the children of the Wumeng League, Yuan Qingyi couldn't blame him. Not many of his parents and family members could withstand such a powerful weapon.
"President Wu is not a sinner, he is a hero!"
Ye Fan covered Wu Jiuzhou with a white cloth, put his hands behind his back and turned to look at Wu Fu:
"It's just not the time to be sad."
"The top priority is to take revenge and recover all the blood debt."
Ye Fan gave an order:
"Wu Fu!"
"exist!"
"Command the Jincheng Martial Alliance to assemble!"
"yes!"
Soon, Ye Fan's order was sent out, and all the disciples of the Wu Meng rushed to the Wu Meng headquarters.
In less than half an hour, more than 5,000 disciples of the Wu Meng gathered at the gate of the Wu Meng.
As soon as there were more people, the old men and women blocking various entrances, exits and passages were dispersed.
Ye Fan ordered their children to take good care of the elderly and women.
These eight hundred disciples have been expelled in Ye Fan's heart, but they just don't have time to deal with this matter for the time being.
At this moment, he wanted to take advantage of the power of the battle on Changjie to quickly consolidate the results of the entire West China.
An hour later, 7,000 martial arts disciples gathered and formed sixty lines.
When I saw Ye Fan, they were all upright and strong, like pine trees!
They all obviously already knew about the Battle of Long Street.
Ye Fan is the God of War in their minds, so his eyes are naturally filled with admiration.
For these natives, what could be more intuitive than directly killing two thousand people of the three tycoons?
"Young Master Ye, the disciples who have registered are almost here!"
Wu Fu took a step forward and said to Ye Fan: "Please check!"
Ye Fan pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word for a long time.
Under the shadow of the light, his facial expression looked indescribably cold and hard.
His gaze swept across the faces of one person after another like a review.
All the disciples of the Martial Alliance who were watched by Ye Fan seemed to have been injected with strength and subconsciously straightened their chests.
They all hope that they can be looked down upon by the Young Master God of War.
This will be the honor of their lives.
"Today, I have gathered everyone to do only three things, and that is revenge, revenge, revenge!"
Ye Fan took a step forward and shouted:
"Avenge Elder Yuan and I's narrow escape from death!"
"Avenge the respected Chairman Wu."
"Avenge the thirty-six brothers who died in the battle!"
The momentum is like a rainbow.
"Revenge, revenge, revenge!"
The disciples of the Martial Alliance all straightened their chests and roared.
"The harm done to the children of the Martial Alliance is equal to the harm done to me, Ye Fan."
Ye Fan raised his arms and shouted: "The loss of your brother president is equivalent to the loss of my brother president, Ye Fan."
"Anyone who kills my disciples from the Martial Alliance will be killed by me, Ye Fan."
The voice was majestic and tough, as if he was pronouncing a sentence.
"Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!"
The disciples of Wumeng looked at Ye Fan with both admiration and awe.
They wholeheartedly admired this young master whose figure was upright and as sharp as a knife in ice water.
Montague Wolf and Femme Beauty also have different expressions.
But in everyone's eyes, there is an intense emotion that is boiling with blood.
They began to envy Xiong Tiangu who could fight alongside Ye Fan.
"I want the three tycoons to be bloodbathed, I want the three tycoons to cease to exist, and I want West China to change hands again."
Ye Fan flashed a knife and roared: "Which of you is willing to live and die with me?"
"I do! I do!"
Seven thousand martial arts disciples took a step forward under the leadership of Yuan Qingyi.
They responded to Ye Fan like a roaring mountain wind.
Ye Fan raised his sword high: "There is only one mission tonight!"
"Then kill all Nangong and kill all Ouyang!"
Seven thousand people shouted loudly again: "Kill all Nangong! Kill all Ouyang!"
When morale is high, even a landslide cannot drown it!
Ye Fan raised his sword and struck the air: "Kill!"
Seven thousand people dispersed instantly, and murderous intent swept across West China...
