"Protect Mr. Ye!"
Ye Fan was about to take down the gray-clothed killer in one go, but saw Zheng Qiankun rushing up with several Zheng bodyguards roaring.
Zheng Qiankun charged while leading people to shoot.
More than a dozen bullets swished past Ye Fan, not only driving away the killer in gray, but also killing the two killers who fired cold arrows.
But this also restricted Ye Fan's movements.
In this gap, the gray-clothed killer stood up, retreated more than ten meters, glanced at Tang Shi'er unwillingly, and then waved his left hand violently.
The other killers immediately rushed toward Ye Fan.
"Ploppap!"
Ye Fan pulled Tang Shi'er behind with one hand and stuffed the pills in, and threw stones at the incoming killer with the other hand.
Zheng Qiankun, who had used up all his bullets, also quickly stepped back: "Young Master Ye, be careful!"
Ye Fan grabbed a samurai sword and rushed into the group of killers like a tiger coming out of a gate.
He slashed left and right at the enemy like lightning.
The five or six killers who rushed towards them were hit by stones, and they covered their wounds and let out a shrill scream.
The combat effectiveness instantly dropped to zero.
Ye Fan didn't stop, he raised the knife and chopped them all to the ground.
Each killer screamed under Ye Fan's knife, spinning and falling.
The smell of blood instantly filled the air, making the gloomy sky even more depressing.
The gray-clothed killer frowned slightly and took a few steps back.
"Whoosh——"
A killer came from the right side of Ye Fan!
Under Tang Shi'er's sharp gaze, Ye Fan kicked with his left foot and a crossbow arrow flew.
The latter screamed in an instant, and the charging body not only stopped for a moment, but also rolled backwards, dropped his weapon and covered his face while screaming in agony.
In less than three seconds, he was dead.
The next second, Ye Fan slapped his backhand directly on the face of a killer.
The latter's cheek instantly showed five bloody traces.
He fell straight to the ground.
"Swish swish!"
At this moment, four more killers rushed over and released a wave of poisonous needles.
The poisonous needles shot towards Ye Fan overwhelmingly.
This was originally kept as a spare when they evacuated, but now that they had killed many brothers, they no longer cared about leaving a backup to survive.
Tang Shi'er's expression changed drastically: "Young Master Ye, be careful!"
Ye Fan didn't panic, he just grabbed a corpse, blocked all the poisonous needles, and then smashed the corpse out.
Four people rolled over and fell.
Ye Fan was not only powerful but also ruthless. He killed all the killers who came towards him in less than half a minute.
"Woo——"
Seeing how difficult and troublesome Ye Fan was, the remaining eight killers showed solemn faces, holding their swords and staring coldly at Ye Fan.
At this moment, a whistle sounded, and the expressions of the remaining killers changed, and then they changed their formations and continued to retreat.
The killer in gray retreated the fastest.
At the same moment, a large number of Tang Sect elites extinguished the flames and rushed out.
"Uncle! Still want to run?"
Tang Shi'er was panting, took the pill, gathered some strength, and then snatched Gatling from the hands of a Tang Sect elite.
The killer who was halfway through the charge sensed something was wrong. He turned around and saw Tang Shi'er locking onto them with murderous intent.
The expressions of the eight killers changed dramatically and they were about to evade, but it was already too late. Tang Shi'er had already pulled the trigger.
"Da da da--"
Gatlin made a sound like frying beans, and countless bullets beat them into sieves!
Only the killer in gray ran into an alley and disappeared.
In the distance, the whistle stopped suddenly...
Ye Fan wanted to pursue him, but he was worried about being sent away. After all, the situation at the scene was too chaotic.
He rescued Tang Shi'er and didn't want him to die.
Of course, the most important reason is that he is not at ease with Zheng Qiankun...
While the Tang clan disciples were cleaning up the scene, Secretary Jiang had already escorted Abe Ichiro in.
Zheng Qiankun and Ye Fan were also invited in.
After entering the sanatorium, Ye Fan knew why the killer committed a suicide attack at the main entrance, because there was no chance to attack inside the sanatorium.
Not only are there three steps and one sentry, and five steps and one sentry, there are also many checkpoints and wearing identification codes. If there is any discrepancy, you will be taken down immediately.
The killers started several fires by smashing Molotov cocktails into the walls of the nursing home.
This is also the reason why the fighting outside is fierce and there is not much trouble in the nursing home.
As long as the safety of Tang Pingfan and Ichiro Abe is protected, there is no need to worry if there is a mess at the door.
"Mr. Tang, Secretary Jiang, I want to see Sect Master Tang for treatment as soon as possible!"
Perhaps because he was worried about the long night and many dreams, or perhaps because he was worried that the enemy would have a killer move, Abe Ichiro did not rest and directly requested that Tang Pingfan be treated immediately.
He obviously realized that treating Tang Pingfan offended the interests of many people.
Seeing Ichiro Abe's persistence, Tang Shi'er and Secretary Jiang gave up the idea of letting him rest for one night before seeing a doctor.
Tang Shi'er held on to his tired body and ran to the ward to communicate with Tang Pingfan.
In less than ten minutes, Tang Shi'er returned to the hall and spoke to Abe Ichiro:
"Mr. Abe, my elder brother invites you."
Then he looked at Ye Fan again: "Young Master Ye, you can also come with me to see my elder brother."
"When he has recovered from treatment and is in good spirits, you can ask if you have any questions."
This is also a way to repay Mark for his life-saving grace.
Ye Fan nodded lightly: "Thank you, Mr. Tang. Your injury must be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise it will be very troublesome in the long run."
He reminded me.
Tang Shi'er suffered a lot of injuries, was poisoned, and even his internal organs were damaged, but he refused to rest and receive treatment. After taking Ye Fan's pills, he held himself up to deal with the matter.
Tang Shi'er smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Ye, for your concern. After I finish my brother's treatment, I will take a good rest and thank Mr. Ye for his kindness."
Ye Fan smiled: "Mr. Tang, you're welcome!"
He could somewhat tell that the most important reason why Tang Shi'er refused to receive immediate treatment was to let Tang Pingfan see that he was someone who had shed blood for the Tang Sect.
He couldn't help but sigh again, the wealthy family is indeed in deep trouble.
Zheng Qiankun also stood up: "Tang Shi'er, let me go see Old Tang too. He's already here. If I don't see him, he will think I don't respect him."
Tang Shi'er did not refuse and said meaningfully: "Come together and witness Mr. Abe's superb medical skills, but you must keep quiet."
Afterwards, he took Zheng Qiankun and Ye Fan to the backyard.
Passing through the corridor, Ye Fan followed Tang Shi'er to a fifty-square-meter bedroom.
The doors and windows are wide, the dome is high, sandalwood is flowing, and the smell of books is exuding all around.
There were more than a dozen pairs of men and women in colorful clothes. There was a big bed in the middle, with an old man with white hair lying on the bed.
He was missing a piece of lip and a finger, his eyes were sunken, his cheeks were thin, his lips were white, and his arm and neck muscles were black.
He closed his eyes at this time, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was enduring great pain.
It was Tang Pingfan.
The first time Ye Fan saw him, he felt that his body had reached its limit and his internal organs were slowly failing, like a rotten tree that was about to end its life.
But beneath this twilight atmosphere, Ye Fan could still smell a hint of unwillingness, Tang Pingfan's struggle and unyielding attitude toward life.
It was this breath that allowed him to live until now.
Ye Fan knew that Tang Pingfan had reached a critical moment of life and death. He would either break out of his cocoon and be reborn, or grass would grow on his grave.
Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh, Xiong Tianjun's poison was really powerful, and it could make the powerful Tang Pingfan unable to do anything even if he exhausted all his resources.
After thinking about it, he was still confident that he could resolve it.
It's just that Tang Pingfan didn't want him to take action, so Ye Fan didn't insist and just waited for Ichiro Abe to treat him.
There was also a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Can this boss, who is rumored to be able to detoxify the blood corpse flower toxin, easily detoxify Tang Pingfan?
