My Line Connect To The Demon World

Ye Fan sighed heavily.    

"Since you are useless, it is time for me to make a request."    

"Kneel down and apologize to Gao Baobao. Otherwise, this knife will cut your neck."    

"Don't tell me he wants to kill someone?"    

Gao Baobao asked with a trembling voice.    

"Who knows? Anyway, if he wants to kill someone, we won't be able to stop him." Ouyang Yi didn't care at all.    

After killing so many spies and ninjas, she was already immune to killing.    

Although Yellow Hair's crime wasn't death, he had provoked a member of the Martial Association. Whether he should die or not, who could say for sure.    

"This is too fierce."    

Gao Baobao had never thought of this.    

A minor brawl had reached the point of killing in the end.    

Wasn't this just looking for trouble?    

Ye Fan directly placed the knife on Yellow Hair's neck. That cold and resolute look in his eyes constantly warned Yellow Hair that as long as he refused, the knife would definitely go for nothing and the knife would go for the red knife to go for the red knife to go for the red knife to go for the red knife to go for the red knife to go for the red knife to go for the red knife to go for the red knife to go for the red knife.    

Yellow Hair was scared.    

He was trembling all over. He could not even control his urine.    

Ye Fan had killed people before.    

The killing intent on his body couldn't be concealed.    

It was a kind of murderous aura that could terrify people, causing Yellow Hair to not doubt his words at all.    

Kneel or not?    

This was a problem.    

But the answer was clear.    

He had to kneel. If he didn't kneel, he would die.    

"Young Master Huang, you mustn't kneel."    

"We haven't fought yet. Why should we admit defeat?"    

"Brothers, help me grab this guy. Attack!"    

...    

"Don't move!"    

Ye Fan said lightly, "Gao Baobao, your life may be very lonely, but what you want to do is your own choice."    

"For your brother's sake, I can help you."    

"I will give you two choices. This is the first choice."    

As soon as he finished speaking.    

The door to the private room was violently broken open.    

Twenty people in black suits walked in one after another.    

They were all as cold as assassins, their imposing manner shocking everyone.    

They saw them.    

Gao Baobao seemed to have understood something.    

The motley crew that he had found earlier was too childish.    

"Master Fan, do we do it?"    

That's right, these people were Fifth Master's subordinates.    

And they were the most elite troops.    

The person in the lead was Quan Gaoming. He had been reborn a long time ago, as if he had been reborn. He looked completely different from the little hoodlum from before.    

"Let's do it."    

As he spoke.    

The twenty of them simultaneously took out their black handguns and aimed them at Young Master Huang and the others.    

As long as Ye Fan gave the order.    

They would immediately be turned into sieves.    

"How is it? Compared to the brother you called over, is he a bit more handsome?" Ye Fan asked with a smile.    

Gao Baobao swallowed his saliva.    

How could this be called f * cking handsome?    

He even took out his gun.    

This was the rhythm of a fight.    

The bigger the matter, the more worried he was.    

He was afraid that he would get involved in it.    

"Ye Fan, no, brother, can you stop? I don't want to make things worse."    

" Oh? Didn't you want to take revenge? What a good opportunity you have right now. You can take their lives at any time. "    

He threw his gaze at Yellow Hair.    

He no longer had his previous swagger.    

Without any hesitation, he knelt on the ground.    

He even kowtowed.    

The other strong-willed young men did the same. Their mouths were no longer hard, and they did not want to fight anymore. Everything was so natural.    

"No, I just want to beat them up. I don't want to kill them."    

"Then you can do it."    

Ye Fan's forceful pressure made Yellow Hair and the others not dare to move at all.    

They could only allow Gao Baobao to wildly blow them up, causing blood to splatter all over the place.    

"Did he vent his anger?"    

"En."    

Ye Fan glanced at the men in black.    

"How are they doing? Are they interested in being one of them?"    

To tame a devilish brat, joining a certain organization was a very good experience.    

They are not Gao Baobao's family. They will always tell him that no one in society will spoil you.    

No matter how much you feel wronged, you have to endure it.    

Of course, unless you had absolute strength to resist one day.    

At that time, no one or anything will be able to harm you, and you also have the right to decide the life and death of others.    

Gao Baobao hurriedly shook his head.    

He didn't dare to break the law.    

He was afraid that he would implicate the entire Gao family.    

"Then forget it. I can give you a second one..."    

Before he could finish his words.    

Yellow Hair stood up from the pool of blood.    

At this moment, he looked extremely ferocious, like a monster.    

"You forced me to do this."    

Ye Fan found it funny, could it be that he still had a backup plan?    

This was great. He was just worrying about boredom.    

"Brilliant, you guys can leave first! Trouble."    

"Hehe, working for Master Fan, how could there be any trouble?"    

"Master Fan, if there's anything you need, just let me know! I'll be leaving first!"    

Quan Gaoming left.    

The entire room returned to its usual quietness.    

Ye Fan sat on the sofa and said with interest.    

"What other trump cards do you have? Hurry up and take them out."    

"I still have a master. He just bowed to me yesterday. Do you dare to ask me to call them?"    

"Let's fight. It's best to let him bring a few more people."    

"Okay."    

After that, Yellow Hair hid in a corner and called for his master.    

Gao Baobao was a little worried.    

"Mr Ye, why did you let the man in black leave? They are here, so we are safer."    

"What if they call more people?"    

Ouyang Yi smiled disdainfully. "Kid, when you have absolute strength, you don't care about helping."    

"In your eyes, they are helping, but in Ye Fan's eyes, they are just burdens."    

"We asked them to come here not to win, but to suppress the situation and give you a choice."    

"Speaking of which, Ye Fan treats you really well. You have to cherish him!"    

Gao Baobao scratched his head. He didn't quite understand what he was saying.    

He thought about it but could not understand.    

Ye Fan was not in a hurry to explain. He would naturally know in a while.    

About ten minutes later.    

The door to the private room was opened once again.    

Three people came in this time.    

Unexpectedly, their faces were quite familiar. Two of them were the ninjas who had been defeated earlier - Yamamoto and Matsui.    

"Disciple, who bullied you? Tell master that master will avenge you."    

Songjing was furious as he looked at everyone in the room.    

However, as he looked at them, his eyes grew bigger and bigger, and in the end, a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.    

"It's... it's you guys?"    

Ye Fan shrugged. "Didn't you say you were going back to Nihon? Why are you still here? Are you looking for trouble? "    

Matsutani smiled bitterly.    

He did want to go back.    

But on the way back, he received Yellow Hair as his disciple.    

The temptation of benefits had made him give up halfway, and he could only continue to stay in China.    

He had finally seen the situation clearly.    

"Okay, so you guys are in the same group. In total, you lied to us."    

"Humph, I thought there were experts everywhere in China, but now it seems like it's not the case. It's just that you guys are stronger."    

Ouyang Yi crossed his arms and said softly, "A group of defeated people, why don't you get the hell out of here? Do you want to continue being abused? "    

"If you stand up for Yellow Hair, then this time, it won't be as small a fight as last time."