But as soon as Ye Xingchen took a few steps, Zhang Kuanglong rushed in with a large group of people and blocked Ye Xingchen's way.
Wang Xiaohu, Ouyang Jun and the remaining more than a hundred members of the White Tiger Hall were shocked at the same time. Who are these people? Is this mutiny really a huge conspiracy?
"What? Did you know that we are here and want to escape?" Zhang Kuanglong rushed into the entrance of Jinling Hall and saw blood and minced meat on the ground. More than a hundred men were standing aside with murderous intent, and the twenty or so people in the middle were
People were surrounding him, and a boy who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old was running towards the door.
"Go away..." Ye Xingchen shouted, not caring why these people appeared here. He only thought about Bingbing's comfort.
"Damn it, MD, the Tianmen Society Shenlong declares that Kuanglong is here, but you dare to tell me to get lost!" Zhang Kuanglong was furious when he heard that the young man really told him to get lost.
"Feng Jiating asked you to come here?" Ye Xingchen frowned, but stopped. Could something happen to Tianmen? Why did these guys come to cause trouble for him?
"How presumptuous, you are the one calling the president's name? Let your men surrender immediately, and I will spare your life..." Zhang Kuanglong was furious. He was a confidant that Feng Jiating had cultivated in the past few years, and he had no idea that Ye Xingchen was the previous one.
The son of the president of the Tianmen Society, he has only been the leader for less than a month. He only knew that the fast-rising gang of the Xingyao Society was the biggest threat to the Tianmen Society, so he wanted to destroy the Xingyao Society in one fell swoop and make a great contribution.
, only then can you be better appreciated by the president.
Of course, the reason why he didn't know about Ye Xingchen or the existence of Ye Tianlong was naturally Feng Jiating's masterpiece. Three years is enough to change the blood of Tianmen Society again. Today's Tianmen Society knows that Ye Xingchen and his son have another
How many people are there?
"Since you are from the Tianmen Club, I won't embarrass you. Go back and ask Feng Jiating, which places are not allowed to go?" The Tianmen Club was established by Ye Xingchen and his son, and Ye Xingchen does not want to embarrass these guys from the Tianmen Club.
, and this guy looks so stupid, he must have been taken advantage of without even knowing it.
"Damn it, why should I ask the president to teach you little brats a lesson? Brothers, stomp on these guys for me and I will reward you..." Zhang Kuanglong saw that Ye Xingchen didn't take him seriously at all.
His eyes were filled with anger, and he directly gave an order that he regretted.
Following Zhang Kuanglong's order, hundreds of young men behind him rushed towards Ye Xingchen and the others, and he himself rushed towards Ye Xingchen with a three-foot-long saber.
"Feng Jiating, since your men are so disobedient, don't blame me..." Ye Xingchen sneered, with a flick of his wrist, a knife appeared in the palm of his hand, and the figure rushed towards Zhang Kuanglong, while behind him Wang Xiaohu, who had just finished the battle,
The others once again rushed towards Zhang Kuanglong's group of men regardless of exhaustion. As for the twenty or so surviving Jinling Hall personnel, they took advantage of the chaos and quietly escaped.
Ye Xingchen was worried about Bingbing's comfort. He didn't even look at the whizzing saber. He stretched out his left hand like lightning, grabbed the handle of the knife, took a step forward and stabbed Zhang Kuanglong in the lower abdomen.
Zhang Kuanglong was shocked, this guy was so fast, his hands holding the knife shook, and he broke free from Ye Xingchen's restraints. The figure quickly retreated, and with a backhand knife, he slashed towards Ye Xingchen's left rib.
"My skills are pretty good. If my brain works better, it won't be a problem to become a hall master..." Ye Xingchen said, the knife in his hand had already come out and shot straight towards Zhang Kuanglong, but his body was clever
He dodged the knife.
Zhang Kuanglong was horrified and quickly put away his knife. With a clang, he chopped off the knife flying towards him. But before he could react, Ye Xingchen's figure had already arrived and punched Zhang Kuanglong hard in the lower abdomen.
, Zhang Kuanglong felt as if he had been hit by a hammer, and his intestines and internal organs were almost shattered.
"Lao Qi, Ouyang, I leave this place to you..." Ye Xingchen shouted loudly, and with a sound, the figure had already rushed behind Zhang Kuanglong, and put a strong elbow on Zhang Kuanglong's cervical spine. The huge force instantly broke his cervical spine.
The bones were smashed into pieces, and the whole person fell down like mud. However, Ye Xingchen ran out quickly, with two knives appearing in his hands at the same time. All he saw along the way was the light of the knife and the shadow of blood.
When he rushed out of the crowd, Ye Xingchen was already covered in blood. The huge raindrops hit his face, which made his face hurt. But he didn't care and ran towards home like crazy. He didn't know if it was because of the heavy rain. He kept saying several times in a row.
The streets were deserted, except for the occasional car that drove by, causing splashes of water. Ye Xingchen rushed back home without even having time to open the door. He broke in directly and saw a wet Bingbing lying on his back.
On the sofa, looking at himself with a pale face.
"Xingchen...Brother, you are finally back..." Bingbing's feeble voice sounded.
"Bingbing...you...how are you?" Ye Xingchen felt great pain in his heart when he saw Bingbing like this. If he had known this earlier, he would never have let her assassinate Dugu Niwu.
"I...I'm fine, I just want to see Brother Xingchen again..." Bingbing had a faint smile on her pale face. At this time, she was no longer a cold killer, she was just a little girl who needed the care of her lover.
"Brother is back. Tell me where the injury is. Hurry up and tell me where the injury is..." Ye Xingchen was panicking. As he spoke, he cut open Bingbing's tights with a knife, but he couldn't see it.
A little wound.
"It's useless, brother. I was hit by the pink skull's golden needle and my lung has been pierced. Brother, I'm sorry, Bingbing didn't complete the task very well. I don't know if the pink skull is dead..." Bingbing looked at Ye Xingchen.
He cares about himself so much, and the smile on his lips becomes even sweeter.
"It's okay, it's just the lungs. Bingbing is not afraid. My brother will send you to the hospital right away. You will be fine. You will be fine..." Ye Xingchen said and was about to pick up Bingbing, but was stopped by Bingbing.
"Her golden needles are poisonous. The poison has already hit her heart. It's useless. Brother Xingchen, I'm so cold. Can you hold me tight?" Bingbing's voice became weaker and weaker.
"Bingbing..." Ye Xingchen shouted, but he hugged Bingbing gently in his arms according to Bingbing's request. His lips kept rubbing Bingbing's face, but there was a knife in his heart.
Cutting through his own flesh slices one by one, all of this is him. If it weren't for him, how could Bingbing be like this?
"Brother Xingchen, don't be sad. Bingbing is really happy to be able to do something for you. Don't blame yourself. Even if you didn't let me go, I would go alone. Bingbing will not allow anyone in the world to threaten."
Brother Xingchen..." Bingbing always had a sweet smile on her face, looking so cute and innocent on her childish face.
"Bingbing..." Ye Xingchen could no longer hold back the grief in his heart. For a seven-foot-tall man, tears flowed down his face. The man did not shed tears easily, but he did not reach the point of sadness.
"Haha, Brother Xingchen cried, Brother Xingchen cried for Bingbing, Bingbing is so touched, really touched..." Bingbing still had such a pure smile, gently stretched out her right hand, and touched Ye Xingchen's face tenderly.
He stood and wiped the tears from his face.
"But Brother Xingchen, Bingbing doesn't like the way you cry. Just smile at Bingbing, okay?"
Ye Xingchen wanted to speak, but his throat seemed to be stuck with something. He couldn't say anything. He could only force a smile and hug Bingbing's arms tighter...