Chapter 79

"Panicking for what?"

After a brief moment of shock, Qiao Bazhi seemed to feel that his subordinates' panic in front of Qu Feng and the others was a disgrace to him, and he scolded them with a cold face.

"Could it be that the people from the Donghai Gang have caught up?" Wu Ren, the one-eyed man, mused, "That's impossible. If Situ Haotian had the guts, he wouldn't have run away before."

"Maybe it's the people from the Hanghu branch of the Donghai Gang." Zhangzhu, the Iron Fist, was excited, "I haven't had my fill yet. Let me go out and have some more fun."

"Master Zhang, let my people handle it."

Qiao Bazhi agreed with Zhangzhu's judgment but rejected his proposal—while Zhangzhu's intervention could resolve the trouble, if this matter reached Lin Tianyi, his face would be lost completely.

Moreover, among the Donghai Gang members who came to Hanghu, apart from Xiao Jiu, who was exceptionally strong, Qiao Bazhi didn't take the others seriously at all.

"Tiger... Brother Tiger, that guy is almost at the main building..."

Just as Qiao Bazhi was refusing Zhangzhu, the radio crackled again with the voice of the man in the surveillance room. His eyes were fixed on the screen showing Ye Fan, and he felt his whole body trembling.

Because, he hadn't even seen Ye Fan's movements clearly. When he came to his senses, he only saw four of his companions lying on the ground, motionless!

"You mean there's only one person?"

Qiao Bazhi, standing beside Tiger, heard the voice clearly from the radio and, enraged, snatched the radio and shouted loudly.

"Yes, Eighth Master, just one person, but he's very strong. He just took out four of our brothers..."

"Listen up, outside, cut off that bastard's head!"

Qiao Bazhi's face turned green with anger as he angrily interrupted the man, then regained some composure. Knowing it was daytime and they were by the West Lake, he couldn't use guns, so he added, "Try not to use guns!"

"Yes!"

The radio immediately responded. At the entrance of the main building, eight men gathered from all directions, each drawing their steel knives, their faces filled with murderous intent as they stared at the gravel path ahead.

Soon, Ye Fan appeared in the sight of the eight men.

In the sunlight, Ye Fan walked calmly toward the main building of the club, his expression as calm as ever, as if he had just slaughtered four chickens, not people.

Initially, Qiao Bazhi and He Fenghua had reached a cooperation agreement. To ensure everything went smoothly, Qiao Bazhi sent his strongest subordinate, Wu He. After Wu He mysteriously disappeared, he didn't dare to retaliate.

In this situation, apart from Liu Qin, no one around Qiao Bazhi knew about Ye Fan.

"Take him down!"

Seeing Ye Fan appear, the lead man, with a grim face, coldly ordered the attack.

The eight men knew Ye Fan was skilled, so they didn't rush in blindly. Instead, they spread out, trying to surround Ye Fan, making it difficult for him to fight them all at once.

Idealistic plans are often full of hope, but reality is harsh!

"Whoosh!"

With a sound breaking the air, Ye Fan moved like a phantom, flashing past the eight men and instantly reaching the one in front. His right hand shot out, forming a claw, and grabbed the man's throat!

Swish!

Before the man could react, Ye Fan grabbed his neck as if it were a piece of fruit, his thumb and index finger like a vise, clamping down on the man's throat, and the force burst forth!

Snap—

A crisp sound of breaking bones echoed, and the man's eyes rolled back, staring blankly at Ye Fan, his face frozen in a look of disbelief.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

At the same time, three steel knives, carrying fierce wind, whistled toward Ye Fan from three different directions, the momentum shocking.

In the sunlight, the three men wielding the knives had bloodthirsty expressions, as if they wouldn't stop until Ye Fan was dead!

As Qiao Bazhi's most elite subordinates, they were used to living on the edge, with no shortage of blood on their hands.

Despite seeing Ye Fan's terrifying skills, they didn't retreat but were determined to kill him!

Facing the ambush from the three men, Ye Fan didn't panic and dodge. Instead, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

Yes...

It was mockery!

The speed of the three men's knives, in his eyes, was like a slow-motion replay!

In the next moment.

Just as the three knives were about to hit Ye Fan, he sidestepped, easily evading them.

"Clang!"

The three knives collided violently, the force causing sparks to fly and the men's palms to tingle.

Where did he go?

Seeing Ye Fan vanish as if by magic, the three men stared at each other, their eyes wide with the same question.

"Be careful!"

As if in response to the three men, the other four men saw Ye Fan flash to the side of their companions, easily evading their combined attack, and immediately warned them.

Thump!

Hearing their companions' warning, the three men felt a sense of danger and instinctively tried to draw their knives and retreat!

—Too late!

Just as they drew their knives, Ye Fan stepped forward, turning his hand into a palm, and struck out!

"Slap!"

A palm struck the back of one man's head, shattering it like a watermelon, and blood instantly gushed from his seven orifices.

Retracting his palm, he struck again!

Slap—

Another crisp sound echoed, and the second man only managed to turn his head before Ye Fan's palm hit his temple, killing him instantly!

"Die!!"

Seeing two men killed instantly, the third man, instead of retreating, roared and swung his knife at Ye Fan's neck.

At the same time, the remaining four men rushed toward Ye Fan.

Swish!

Facing the fierce slash, Ye Fan didn't dodge. He changed his palm to a grab, seizing the third man's wrist and twisting it lightly!

Snap—

A crisp sound echoed, and the third man's wrist broke, the knife falling from his hand.

Ye Fan released the third man's wrist, grabbed the knife handle, and swung it backhanded!

Whoosh!

The knife cut through the air, the white blade turning into a white light, slicing toward the third man's neck.

Plop—

The blade cut through, the head fell, and a gush of hot blood shot up like a fountain!

This scene, as if enchanted, made the remaining four men stop in their tracks.

It felt as if they were facing a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, preventing them from taking another step!

For men used to living on the edge, whether killing or seeing their companions killed, they had never been afraid.

But—

Seeing Ye Fan decapitate their companion and stand in the blood, the sensory shock truly filled them with unprecedented fear.

They stared, wide-eyed and stunned, at their companion's blood-soaked head rolling on the ground and the headless body slowly falling, feeling as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, cold from head to toe.

Even... their hands holding the knives trembled slightly!

"Did you take out that bastard?"

Just as the remaining four men were stunned by the bloody scene, Qiao Bazhi's voice came through the radio again.

"Thump!"

Hearing the voice, the four men snapped out of their shock, all swallowing hard, and then, while looking at Ye Fan in terror, stammered, "Eighth... Eighth Master..."

"Damn it, one person answer, what's this mess?" The four speaking at once caused chaos in the radio, and Qiao Bazhi cursed.

The four men instinctively shut up, looking at each other, as if deciding who should report.

However—

Before they could speak again, Ye Fan, covered in blood, walked toward them, knife in hand.

"Run..."

Seeing this, the man closest to Ye Fan shuddered and shouted hoarsely.

The other three men, already terrified by Ye Fan, immediately ran without a word.

"Ran away?"

In the club, Qiao Bazhi heard the radio's response, first stunned, then asked darkly, "You mean that bastard ran away?"

"N... N... No... No..."

The man who gave the order to run answered nervously, his fear causing him to stammer.

"Did he damn well run away or not?"

Qiao Bazhi roared, furious that his subordinates' performance had left him with no face, having refused Zhangzhu's help to save face.

Ran away?

Yes!

Three men ran, and as for Ye Fan...

Just as the three men ran, Ye Fan kicked a steel knife on the ground, sending it flying toward the man who gave the order.

Plop—

The man, about to answer Qiao Bazhi, was pierced through the back by the knife, falling to the ground, dead.

Seeing this, the remaining three men's hearts skipped a beat, and their speed slowed.

With a successful strike, Ye Fan didn't stop. He leaped forward, knife in hand, chasing the three men, like a grim reaper, swinging his death-bringing knife again.

One strike,

Two strikes,

Three strikes!

After three strikes, three heads fell to the ground, and the marble floor at the entrance of the main building was stained red with blood.

Seeing this, Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged. He walked toward the main building, knife in hand, covered in blood.

"Damn it, what are you useless fools doing? Answer me!" A radio next to one of the dead men crackled with Qiao Bazhi's roar.

Ye Fan picked up the radio, "They're all dead."

"Who... Who are you?"

"The one who will take your life!"

With that, Ye Fan crushed the radio and walked into the club.

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