rens blared, startling him. He rushed to the window. To his astonishment, both groups were more outrageous than gangsters. They all drew their weapons and were about to fight. This was a place for hea...Ye Fan frowned deeply. He didn't know what this meant. Honestly, Ye Fan had no idea where he was coming from. This He Tiesheng in front of him wasn't the original leader of the Qingyi Society at all, so why would he care about Yang Zhuang's life or death

"I heard you knocked out Fang Biao within a few moves, and Yang Zhenglun was killed by your punch. This makes me very curious. I wonder if you're interested in sparring with me" He Tiesheng finished speaking, then drew a bloody bag-shaped long knife. The long knife was blood red all over, emitting a strange light in the night sky.

"Shura's Sickle" Ye Fan smirked, "I've heard that this blade can cleave through anything. Today, I want to see for myself."

He saw Tutu looking at him with excited and yearning eyes, Ye Fan knew his intentions.

He smiled faintly, "Tutu, your opponent is them. Your mission is to eliminate them one by one without mercy. Besides, I have a gift for you." After Ye Fan finished speaking, he threw something to Tutu.

When TuTu took it over, she had been slightly disappointed after hearing Ye Fan tell her not to confront He Tiesheng. But after seeing what it was, her face instantly lit up with joy. It turned out that the thing Ye Fan gave TuTu was actually the three-pronged military dagger that Ye Fan had left behind when Smith chased him that day.

Ye Fan originally intended to use it as his second weapon, but he found that he couldn't use it at all. He couldn't even manage the most basic task of realigning the three dagger segments. He truly had no idea what secrets were hidden within it.

At this moment, a strange glint flashed in Tutu's eyes. He had recognized it - this was the very weapon that his instructor Smith had used to defeat him back then. Tutu was all too familiar with it; he had once lost to this spear himself. He had made a vow back then: one day, he would defeat Smith and claim the three-pronged spear for himself.

Unexpectedly, this day hadn't arrived yet, but the three-pronged military dagger was already in his possession. He didn't hesitate; without any noticeable movements, the three separate segments of the dagger in his hand swirled and seamlessly connected, transforming into a real, gleaming three-pronged military dagger.

He Tiesheng stared at the military dagger and blurted out, "Could it be that Smith was killed by you" This Smith was an A-class warrior in their organization, and his 30 elite soldiers were incredibly formidable. If even he had been killed by Ye Fan, then He Tiesheng wouldn't even need to fight Ye Fan.

Ye Fan shook his head and said, "He challenged me to a one-on-one duel, but ended up losing this thing to me. Then he took his people and left."

Ye Fan thought to himself, how could he know Smith's Could the Qingyi Society still have any connection with the Blood Alliance Or, was it that the Qingyi Society was simply the Blood Alliance's representative in Linhai

Hearing Ye Fan's words, He Tiesheng finally relaxed. He had long heard of Smith's ridiculous knightly spirit. Even in the face of death, he was still so stubborn, truly foolish to the extreme. However, since his thirty elite soldiers didn't move, then this Ye Fan wasn't as powerful as defying heaven. Perhaps, he still had a chance.

"You don't use any weapons" He Tiesheng looked at Ye Fan strangely.

Ye Fan, however, let out a cold snort, "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to force me to use weapons."

“He Tiesheng, you quickly bring this kid to me, young master wants to peel his skin with his own hands,” a head suddenly popped out from He Tiesheng’s reinforced Pusan car. Ye Fan saw Hao Yun being wrapped like a pig's head and couldn't help but smile, it turned out to be Wang Xiaoyang.

It seems like this kid is going to die tonight. He actually thought about using He Tiesheng to cause trouble for himself. Does he think He Tiesheng can save him Ye Fan glanced at Wang Xiaoyang disdainfully, already sentencing him to death in his heart.

Wang Xiaoyang felt Ye Fan's gaze, as sharp as a knife, and shivered involuntarily, pulling his car back.

He had also heard of Lao He's formidable reputation, so he dared to follow along and watch the excitement so recklessly. Besides, even if Lao He really lost, he could just wipe his feet in the car and drive away. He didn't believe that even if Ye Fan was capable, he could catch up to him.

He Tie Sheng glared at Wang Xiaoyang with disgust, but ignored his words. He didn't want to waste time either, so he swung his sword towards Ye Fan.

He and Ye Fan both belonged to the type of people who were unwilling to talk nonsense. The two of them went straight into battle,

And those figures over there, after receiving Ye Fan's military tactics, were greatly encouraged. They rushed into the group of black-clothed men, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, directly causing the younger brothers of Qingyi Society to be overturned and cry for their lives.

In a few quick moves, some people wanted to shoot TuTu with their guns. But TuTu got close before they could, stabbing them in the chest. The three-pronged military spikes were incredibly sharp, slicing through these thugs like cutting vegetables or carrots; it was effortless.

And Li Qiang, who stood by, also held a machine gun in his hand. If he saw any of his subordinates disobey the rules, he would shoot without hesitation, thus reducing Tutu's direct pressure.

Of course, Li Qiang also knew that his main purpose was to protect Luo Xueyan's safety, so he would not join the fight.

On Li Qiang's side, a devastated scene unfolded. TuTu, this killing machine, a natural born killer, didn't allow any of his underlings to last even a round. When it came to killing speed and technique, Ye Fan wasn't necessarily inferior to TuTu, but Ye Fan had a way to deal with him.

Here, only Ye Fan and He Tiesheng were still continuing the fight. The two of them fought very quickly, and those who didn't understand martial arts couldn't see how they made their moves at all.

While Wang Xiaoyang clearly belongs to this type of person.

He saw so many underlings, and they couldn't even handle a single black man. His heart sank with disappointment. Even though He Tie Sheng, whom Zhou Ge had high hopes for, hadn't fallen yet, could he really hold on Seeing that they still hadn't made a breakthrough, Wang Xiaoyang felt fear creeping in.

He certainly didn't want to be beaten by Ye Fan again, so he retracted his neck, rolled up the car window, and stepped on the gas pedal, wanting to drive away.

"It's not that easy to leave," but Li Qiang, who was closely watching Wang Xiaoyang's every move, discovered this. He immediately raised his gun and fired a burst of shots at Wang Xiaoyang's car.

However, Li Qiang's marksmanship was truly terrible. With the machine gun firing ten bullets per second, he managed to hit only the car that Wang Xiaoyang had left in, not a single bullet hitting the tires.

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