"What? Wu Jiuzhou is dead?"
Yuan Qingyi's voice deepened: "Don't lie to me. If you want to fake death to avoid responsibility, that won't work with us!"
Ye Fan said simply: "Where is the body? Take me to see it!"
"My foster father is really dead!"
Wu Fu trembled, then stood up and took Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi down to the first floor.
There is a cold room on the first floor. There is a table in the cold room and a person is lying on the table.
His body was covered with white cloth, with a lot of blood stains, and he was motionless.
There were many scars on his face, and there was a lot of iron sand on his left arm, and he still held half a knife tightly in his right hand.
Ye Fan stepped forward and opened it to see that it was Wu Jiuzhou.
There were at least twenty scars on his body, traces of iron sand on his waist, and two crossbow arrows on his chest.
Very deadly.
In fact, Wu Jiuzhou also maintained a ferocious, angry, and painful expression.
Ye Fan stretched out his hand without giving up, and his fingers quickly stopped moving.
There was a hint of melancholy on his face.
died……
Yuan Qingyi also took a few steps forward, glanced around to dispel his suspicion, and then shouted to Wu Fu:
"How did President Wu die?"
"He was so skilled and had so many disciples in the Martial Alliance. How could he be killed?"
She couldn't figure it out. How could Wu Jiuzhou, who had 8,000 disciples and 800 core elites, be killed?
"The foster father received the intelligence, Murong Wuxin was sniped, Ouyang's wife and daughter were killed, and Nangong Fu's blood relatives were sprayed."
Wu Fu exhaled a long breath and told Ye Fan everything she knew:
"He knew right away that something big was going to happen."
"The three tycoons will definitely struggle to the death."
"He contacted Young Master Ye immediately, wanting to remind him to be careful and explore the situation to see if it was Young Master Ye who did it."
"In the end, I couldn't get through Mr. Ye's phone call."
"The foster father asked people to spy on the Liu family's house. Ten spies went there, nine disappeared, and only one came back to report."
"The spies said that several streets near the Liu family's residence were blocked by the three tycoons."
"The foster father knew something was wrong, so he immediately summoned eight hundred elite members of the Martial Alliance to rush to the Liu family."
"But before we even left the house, the parents and family members of the children of the Wu League came and hugged their thighs to prevent them from supporting them."
"They also said that the three tycoons sent a warning to the family. Whoever's children support the Liu family's house will have their whole family destroyed."
"Many of those old people are only children, and they are deeply afraid of the three tycoons, so they entangle the children of the Wu League at all costs."
"The old man is still shouting that if they dare to step outside the Wumeng headquarters, they will die in front of them."
"In fact, several old people actually stabbed themselves and jumped off buildings, which made the children of the Wumeng League feel sad and angry and helpless..."
"The foster father had no other choice, so he mobilized the surrounding children to go to support, but all three groups of people were stopped or delayed."
"The foster father did not dare to attack the old man at the door, nor did he dare to strictly order his children to kill their father to prove his sermon."
"In the end, he had no choice but to take a dozen fatherless and motherless orphans to support the Liu family's house."
"Only when he arrived, he was surrounded and killed by a group of thugs."
"The other party was throwing trolls and crossbows, and hundreds of people came together."
"And the foster father lost one of his hands, and Yinxian Villa suffered internal injuries. He couldn't withstand the attack of these people."
"After a few rounds, more than a dozen martial alliance disciples were all killed in battle, and the foster father was also seriously injured."
"He could have escaped."
"But he said he was disloyal and unjust by not supporting the Liu family in time and putting Mr. Ye and you in danger during the bloody battle."
"He can only deserve you if he dies on the charge!"
"During his final charge, he called me and said his last words, and asked me to tell Mr. Ye -"
"He is not a sinner of the Martial Alliance!"
With a hint of sadness on her face, Wu Fu briefly described the matter to Mark.
Although she was also a mean and unruly person, she still had a close relationship with Wu Jiuzhou, so she couldn't help but feel sad when she saw him die.
Yuan Qingyi was silent.
She was originally full of anger towards Wu Jiuzhou, but now she felt a little apologetic.
She also thought that Wu Jiuzhou was colluding with the three tycoons and deliberately delayed supporting the Liu family.
Now he knows that his situation is no better than that of Liu's house.
With no troops in hand, it would be difficult for Wu Jiuzhou to support him no matter how much he wanted to.
As for the children of the Martial Alliance, Yuan Qingyi couldn't blame them. Not many of them could withstand the weapons of their parents and family.
"President Wu is not a sinner, he is a hero!"
Ye Fan covered Wu Jiuzhou with a white cloth, put his hands behind his back and turned to look at Wu Fu:
"It's just not the time to be sad."
"The top priority is to take revenge and recover all the blood debt."
Ye Fan gave an order:
"Wu Fu!"
"exist!"
"Command the Jincheng Martial Alliance to assemble!"
"yes!"
Soon, Ye Fan's order was sent out, and all the disciples of the Wumeng rushed to the Wumeng headquarters.
In less than half an hour, more than 5,000 disciples of the Wu Meng gathered at the gate of the Wu Meng.
As soon as there were more people, the old men and women blocking various entrances, exits and passages were dispersed.
Ye Fan ordered their children to take good care of the old man and the old woman.
These eight hundred disciples have been expelled in Ye Fan's heart, but they have no time to deal with this matter for the time being.
At this moment, he wanted to take advantage of the power of the battle on Changjie to quickly consolidate the results of the entire West China.
An hour later, 7,000 martial arts disciples gathered and formed sixty lines.
Seeing Ye Fan, they were all upright and strong, like pine trees!
They all obviously already knew about the battle on Long Street.
Ye Fan is the God of War in their minds, and naturally his eyes are filled with admiration.
For the natives, what could be more intuitive than directly killing two thousand people of the three tycoons?
"Young Master Ye, the disciples who have registered are almost here!"
Wu Fu took a step forward and said to Ye Fan: "Please check!"
Ye Fan pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word for a long time.
Under the shadow of the light, his facial expression had an indescribable coldness and hardness.
His gaze swept across the faces of one person after another as if they were inspecting.
All the disciples of the Martial Alliance who were watched by Ye Fan seemed to have been injected with strength and subconsciously straightened their chests.
They all hope that they can be looked down upon by the Young Master God of War.
This will be the honor of their lives.
"Today, I call everyone together with only three things to do, and that is revenge, revenge, revenge!"
Ye Fan took a step forward and shouted:
"Avenge Elder Yuan and I's narrow escape from death!"
"Avenge the respected Chairman Wu."
"Avenge the thirty-six brothers who died in the battle!"
The momentum is like a rainbow.
"Revenge, revenge, revenge!"
The disciples of the Martial Alliance all straightened their chests and roared.
"The harm done to the children of the Martial Alliance is equivalent to the harm done to me, Ye Fan."
Ye Fan raised his arms and shouted: "The loss of your brother president is equivalent to the loss of my brother president, Ye Fan."
"Anyone who kills my disciples from the Martial Alliance will be killed by me, Ye Fan."
The voice was majestic and tough, as if pronouncing a sentence.
"Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!"
The disciples of Wumeng looked at Ye Fan with both admiration and awe.
They wholeheartedly admired this young master whose figure was upright and as sharp as a knife in ice water.
Montague Wolf and Femme Beauty also have different expressions.
But in everyone's eyes, there is an intense emotion that is boiling with blood.
They began to envy Xiong Tianquan who could fight alongside Ye Fan.
"I want the three tycoons to be bloodbathed, I want the three tycoons to cease to exist, and I want Huaxi to change hands again."
Ye Fan flashed a knife and roared: "Which of you is willing to live and die with me?"
"I do! I do!"
Seven thousand martial arts disciples took a step forward under the leadership of Yuan Qingyi.
They responded to Ye Fan like a roaring mountain wind.
Ye Fan raised his sword high: "There is only one mission tonight!"
"That means killing Nangong and Ouyang!"
Seven thousand people shouted loudly again: "Kill all Nangong! Kill all Ouyang!"
The morale is so high that even a landslide cannot drown it!
Ye Fan raised his sword and struck the air: "Kill!"
Seven thousand people dispersed instantly, and murderous intent swept across West China...
