t this moment, Xu Chu’s expression suddenly turned serious. He glanced at Ye Fan and without another word, he went straight back to his car. 。Although he teased Xu Chu, when he saw Xu Chu's car leadi...Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, and his body instantly emanated an aura that felt as tangible as reality. The surrounding air solidified in an instant. This feeling only lasted for a moment before it vanished, and Ye Fan's expression returned to its former carefree nonchalance, as if nothing had just happened at all.

The changes in Ye Fan's body just now shocked Tie Xiong. He knew that the strong, compelling aura was killing intent, and being able to achieve such a strong concentration of killing intent meant this person had killed countless people. At the very least, he could never produce such a powerful killing intent.

Yàn Wúqiè also secretly raised his guard. He had fought against Yè Fán before and naturally knew his skills. Now it seemed that his power had surpassed Yànjīng by a lot. Fortunately, these days he hadn't been idle either, diligently training with his grandfather for many days. The Special Forces competition was about to begin, and his life-or-death battle with Yè Fán was not over. It was said that at the Special Forces competition, even if someone killed another person in public, they wouldn't be held accountable. He wanted to disable Yè Fán and all his followers one by one.

Now, Ye Fan's strength seems to be on par with his own. Yan Wuque felt relieved and let go of his anxieties. He still had a trump card up his sleeve for tonight.

This evening, if we can spare Ye Fan's life, of course that would be best. If not, he must also pay a heavy price.

When the Ninth Platoon brought that black man surrounded by them closer, Ye Fan's face instantly darkened. His eyes fixed on Tu Tu, practically spitting fire.

Tu Tu's head hung low, his eyes half-closed, and a look of pain etched across his face. He seemed to be enduring some immense suffering. His body was clearly devoid of strength; he had been forcibly brought here by those from the Ninth Regiment.

Ye Fan couldn't imagine how good TuTu's physical constitution was. Back then, after suffering such severe injuries, with just a little medicine from Murong Xue, he recovered within a month and was as lively as ever.

If it was simply a matter of strength, Ye Fan wouldn't have absolute confidence in defeating Tutu. But now, he couldn't even walk, what kind of pain and torment had he endured

Ye Fan's heart was bleeding, his anger reached its peak. However, his rationality kept reminding him that no matter what, he had to hold back now. Tuttut was still in their hands, and it was clear that she had been poisoned by them. If they didn't have the antidote, even if he could save her, Tuttut might not be able to survive.

Only by capturing Yan Wuxi and forcing them to hand over the antidote can we ensure TuTu's safety.

Ye Fan was still a rational person, but his temper, even more explosive than that of the chubby fellow beside him, flared up when he saw TuTu make an appearance and the several thick iron chains binding him. He couldn't help but rage, suddenly stood up, and charged towards TuTu's direction.

Seeing the chubby fellow's movements, Tie Xiong, who had been standing by early on, also hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of the chubby fellow, blocking his way. If the chubby fellow wanted to pass, he would have to get past Tie Xiong first.

"Fatty, sit down!" Ye Fan shot out like lightning, forcefully pulling back the enraged fat man who was charging forward. The fat man's leaning body was immediately pulled back by Ye Fan's grip, showing that the force in his hand was not light.

"Drink your wine," Ye Fan forcefully pressed the Fatty onto the seat, and with a slap, placed a bottle of wine in front of him.

The fat man didn't say a word, his face grim. He raised the bottle and downed it in one gulp. Although his relationship with Tutu wasn't as close as Ye Fan's, over the past few days, he had come to appreciate Tutu's way of doing things. Plus, Tutu was Ye Fan's person. Seeing him treated like this, it was natural for the fat man to feel anger.

Yan Wuque seemed not to have noticed their little actions. When TuTu got closer, he smiled and said: "Let me introduce you, this black man is called TuTu, a traitor from the original Dark Phantom. I was entrusted by the Dark Phantom and spent a lot of effort to capture him. He is very skilled. In order to catch him, I sacrificed two members of the Ninth Legion."

"His greatest strength doesn't lie in his physical prowess, but in his training level. He was a former instructor of the Dark Phantom and knows many effective training methods. I believe that any squad under his command would be transformed into a true special forces unit."

Yán Wúqiè spoke in detail, fearing that Yè Fán didn't know Tǔ Tǔ's value. He even deliberately praised Tǔ Tǔ to the heavens, saying he had gone to great lengths to capture it, and paid a heavy price for it.

Ye Fan's face darkened to the extreme, his expression becoming incredibly grim. His heart sank to its lowest point, clenched tightly in his fist, wishing he could punch that Yan fellow to smithereens.

Ye Fan suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly, "Tu Tu is my brother."

When he heard the word "brother," TuTu's originally dull and lifeless eyes suddenly brightened. His lips seemed to twitch slightly, but he didn't say anything.

And the glimmer in his eyes was also fleeting, fading swiftly. In its place came a gaze that was unfocused, scattered and boundless, filled with emptiness and deathly stillness.

Yan Wuque's face was full of surprise, he exclaimed: "What He is Ye Shao's brother I really didn't know about this. Come here, quickly give Tututu a look!"

Seeing his surprised expression, he almost jumped up on the spot. Of everyone present, only Liu Qin was deeply puzzled. This look on Yan Wuque's face didn't seem fake at all. Could it be that he truly didn't know this was a misunderstanding

Ye Fan looked coldly at Yan Wuque's performance, but he didn't say anything. He knew that all of this was intentional by Yan Wuque, and his purpose was naturally to strike him.

Iron Bear then pulled Tutu onto a chair and pressed him down. But as soon as Tutu's bottom touched the chair, his body trembled suddenly, he let out a barely audible muffled grunt from his nose, and his face contorted with pain.

Ye Fan's eyes widened in disbelief. He saw a stream of bright red liquid slowly flowing from Tu Tu's feet. It was obvious that there was a scar on his buttocks, and when he fell, it must have reopened the wound. The previously solidified wound immediately burst open, causing blood to flow continuously.

I don't know, how many wounds like this are there on Tutu's body.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound. Yan, you dare to treat my brother like this If I don't beat you half to death, I won't be called Ye!

Yan Wuque secretly enjoyed Ye Fan's facial expressions in the shadows. He was incredibly satisfied at this moment. Every time he clashed with Ye Fan in Yanjing, under his men, he had suffered some losses that were hidden from him.moment, and finally called out. What he hadn't expected was that after many years, he had returned to the Ye family."Good, good..." Ye Wu was visibly happy, but his expression dimmed suddenly. "It's j...