Ye Fan was shocked. Half a year ago, he might have been confused by this name.
But having been involved in the world, he now knows that this is a figure that has gradually become a myth, and controls one of the three cornerstones, the leader of the Truman family.
And Hachiro Kusanagi, who had dominated the world earlier, knew Chu Shuai very well.
The real king of China's underground world, he knows astronomy and geography, he is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his skills are unfathomable.
His words can shake the entire dark world, and his words can make countless heads roll to the ground.
Thinking that he had kidnapped such a person, Hachiro Kusanagi didn't know whether it was an honor or an unlucky thing. He just felt that his whole body was stiff and unable to move.
"You are the one who has rarely pointed a gun at me in these years. Ten, twenty, or thirty years, I can't remember..." The old man in Tang suit looked at Kusanagi Hachiro and smiled: "It seems that you and I are really
It’s fate.”
Kusanagi Hachiro trembled and said, "Are you Chu Men's handsome man?"
The old man in Tang suit was humble and polite: "It's a bit of a shame."
"Bang bang bang -" Kusanagi Hachiro's face was horrified: "Senior, I'm sorry..." He was afraid to apologize, but Ye Fan caught his fiery gaze when he lowered his head, which was a hysterical madness.
He couldn't help shouting: "Senior, be careful."
While Ye Fan issued a warning, he flicked his finger and a silver needle shot out, hitting Kusanagi Hachiro's right joint.
"Bang, bang, bang -" Almost at the same second, Hachiro Kusanagi suddenly raised his gun, trying to kill Chu Shuai in front of him with random shots.
Once Chu Shuai was capsized in the gutter, he, the Grass Pheasant Eight Lang, was the hero of the Yang Kingdom. Even if he was cut into pieces with random knives, he would die with no regrets, which fully demonstrated the hysterical nature of the people of the Yang Kingdom who were at the end of their rope.
Hachiro Kusanagi, who kept pulling the trigger, suddenly found that his arm was hanging down as soon as he raised it.
Five or six bullets all hit the grass.
"boom!"
Ye Fan ignored the flying bullets, rushed forward with a single stride, and directly kicked the grass pheasant Hachiro over.
Hachiro Kusanagi screamed, fell onto his back, put his finger on the trigger and fired the last bullet.
The bullet hit a stone, bounced hard, and shot into Chu Shuai's chest.
Ye Fan shouted: "Be careful!"
"Ding——" Before Ye Fan's warning could be heard, Chu Shuai smiled faintly and pulled the erhu's bow slightly.
With a crisp sound, the warhead hit the ground and disappeared into the grass, leaving no shadow.
Ye Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then stepped forward again, swept the gun out of Kuo Zhi Hachi Lang's hand, and then trampled on his hands and feet.
"waste!"
Compared with Ye Fan's nervousness, Hu Niu was much calmer. She walked up with her hands behind her back, with a touch of disdain in her eyes: "If even you can kill my grandfather, the four major ones who were killed by my grandfather in the past will
Don’t the family, the eight great ninjas, and the thirty-two mausoleum guardians look like useless people?”
"Also, don't think those shots you just fired were very brave. The bullets fired will retaliate against your family tenfold."
"Six bullets, sixty heads, your pheasant lineage will probably be gone."
While speaking, she kicked off two of Kusanagi Hachiro's fangs, and then cut off the venom from his collar.
The whole movement was not only smooth and smooth, but also very skillful, as if she had done this kind of thing countless times.
However, Ye Fan still shouted: "Hu Niu, don't kill him, he is still useful, I want to find out the master behind him."
"Don't worry, I won't kill him. I want him to live well."
Huniu smiled at Ye Fan: "I want him to witness the destruction of the Grass Pheasant lineage with his own eyes."
"And you don't need to ask about the master behind him."
"Almost all of the Grass Pheasant family are vassals of Beitingchuan."
"Hachiro Kusanagi brought a death squad to Longdu to kill you. Ninety-nine percent of the time, it was Beitingchuan who instigated you."
"The cherry blossom pattern on his back is also a blood medicine sect..." Huniu slowly guessed the details of Kusanagi Hachiro: "Just ask Beitingchuan for justice."
Kusanagi Hachiro looked at Huniu with despair in his eyes. He didn't expect that he couldn't kill anyone, seek death, or even hide his identity.
He could foresee the destruction of the Pheasant lineage, and he could also feel the heart-wrenching pain.
Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, nodded, and then looked at Kusanagi Hachiro sympathetically.
He believed that Huniu and the others would keep their word, six bullets, sixty heads, Kuo Zhi Hachiro probably regretted those six shots in his intestines.
As for leaving Beitingchuan to him, he probably let him continue to investigate and finally uproot it.
"Hu Niu, take him away. This is a park. There are many people and the impact will be bad."
The old man in Tang suit tilted his head slightly and motioned to Hu Niu to take Hachiro Hachiko away.
Huniu nodded lightly, grabbed Sophia Balang and left.
Even though Kusanagi Hachiro was not light, he was still carried away by the tiger girl like a chicken, which made Ye Fan feel in awe of this fierce woman.
Fortunately, Hu Niu would not like people like herself. What she wanted was the hero of the world, otherwise she would be beaten up every day.
After Huniu and the others left, the old man in Tang suit looked at Ye Fan again with a very kind smile: "Young friend Ye, I have heard about his name for a long time. When I saw him today, he was indeed a Bodhisattva miracle doctor."
"The outcome has not yet been determined, but you still don't forget the safety of others. You saved the children at the lake regardless of their safety, and just now you flew a needle to protect me. It's very valuable."
Ye Fan did not disregard the pursuit of results, which made the old man appreciate him from the bottom of his heart.
Ye Fan responded humbly: "Old sir, you're too polite. It started because of me, and it should be destroyed because of me."
"Hahaha, so many people rise and fall because of me."
The boss laughed heartily after hearing this: "Lao Yang and Huniu really did not misjudge you. You are indeed a person worthy of friendship."
"Let's get to know him formally, Chu Shuai!"
He took the initiative to extend his hand to Ye Fan.
"Ye Fan!"
Although they both knew each other's names and had a certain understanding of each other, Ye Fan still shook the old man's hand: "Mr., please give me more advice in the future!"
The old man shook Ye Fan's hand vigorously, giving him a warm and solid feeling, instantly bringing him a lot of intimacy.
"Don't take advice seriously."
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Now it's your young people's world. I can't keep up with the times."
He extended an invitation to Ye Fan: "But if Ye Xiaoyou doesn't mind, how about I treat you to a meal when I'm free in a few days?"
Ye Fan responded with a busy smile: "It's an honor, but it's the juniors who should treat me to this meal, how can I let the seniors pay for it?"
"No, I'll take care of this meal."
The old man smiled and said: "In addition to you saving Huniu and their lives, I also want to thank you for Zhu Ye Qing."
"It's your recipe and your wine that have made me feel extremely comfortable these past few months."
His tone was very sincere: "So please, Xiaoyou Ye, give me a chance to treat me to this meal."
When the old man said this, Ye Fan could only smile and say: "Then I'd rather obey my orders because I'm respectful. I'll be waiting for my senior's call at any time."
Looking at Ye Fan's smile, Chu Shuai narrowed his eyes slightly, and then murmured: "It's so similar."
Ye Fan was stunned: "It's so similar, what do you mean, senior?"
"Your casual smile just now reminded me of the son of an old friend."
The old man put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance, with a touch of melancholy and loneliness in his eyes: "He was born for more than half a month, I held him and played with him, and he peed all over my face. I was so embarrassed, and he laughed when he saw it."
"I have remembered his smile for more than 20 years. It was just like your smile just now, clear, innocent and clean."
"It's a pity that he disappeared shortly after he was one month old. If he were still alive, he would be the same age as you now..."
