Chapter 224
Because he thought the Sirius gang was a little too quiet, you know, with their character.
Ye Fan broke their good deeds. They must be crazy to revenge themselves.
However, almost a month later, the Sirius Gang seemed to disappear suddenly.
He didn't start anything, which made him feel that things might be a little strange.
After thinking for a moment, he refused the fat man: "well, there are many things in my family. I'm afraid I can't stay here. When I'm busy, I'll come back to you when I have time."
"All right."
Seeing that Ye Fan refused himself, the fat man flashed a trace of loss in his eyes and bowed his head.
After leaving the antique market, Ye Fan quickly took a taxi to find the painter. At this time, the painter has been intoxicated with the new company with Ye Huaren wholeheartedly and completely forgot his main purpose.
"Cough." Ye Fanqing coughed twice and walked into the company with a smile: "painter, I'm busy. I want to discuss something with you. Come here?"
"Brother Ye." When the painter saw Ye Fan, he stood up politely and said something. Then he was in a dilemma and said, "we are trying to customize the previous foreigner's contract plan. I'm afraid we don't have time now."
"It's all right. You're busy first. I'll be looking for you later." Ye Fan patted the painter on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't have to be too nervous.
After all, they are both friends. There is no need to be like superiors and subordinates.
After leaving the painter's company, Ye Fan returned to his home. At the moment, Huang Xinying hasn't come back yet. It is estimated that she is still busy in the company.
At this time, a huge sense of crisis came in an instant. Ye Fan's face was more dignified and walked down from the sofa carefully.
He looked out of the window and saw that all the security guards he had invited fainted on the ground and looked as if they were asleep.
And that sense of crisis is still quietly approaching him.
"Finally, are you coming?" Ye Fan looked out of the window, his eyes were a little confused and murmured.
"Pop..."
A burst of clear glass sounded, and a dark shadow rolled into Ye Fan's house at a fast speed. It didn't stop until it rolled several times.
Ye Fan calmly turns around and calmly looks at the dark shadow: "title God of war, you are coming after all."
Right in front of Ye Fan stood a young man over 20. The young man shaved his head and wore a black camouflage suit with a trace of ferocity in his eyes.
The young man in front of him was officially named the God of war in the Middle East.
It is said that under the title of God of war, there are 100 professional killers. They all have their own characteristics. They have hardly failed since they took over the task.
And zero is the leader of these bloodthirsty monsters. He is good at using a knife, and his Persian machete is a realm from heaven to earth.
It can be said that he is a big man in the Middle East.
"Ye Fan, I didn't expect you to live in seclusion so much that I didn't find you."
The young man called the title of God of war smiled. A trace of heat appeared in his eyes. He licked his lips with interest and looked at Ye Fan.
"I heard you've been doing well recently. Are you coming to see me for a drink?" Ye Fan just smiled, took out two bottles of red wine from the wine cabinet in the kitchen, filled them with two cups, put one of them on the table, and pinched the remaining one between his fingers and tasted it with a smile.
"No, do you think I may have come to see you for a drink?" The title of God of war just glanced at the wine glass on the table, raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of playfulness and said, "you know, I'm entrusted to marry you this time, zero."
After hearing the number zero, Ye Fan flashed a trace of unnatural and fleeting on his face, dangled the bright red liquid in his hand, and stared at the title God of war quietly: "do you think you can kill me by your means?"
"I don't know. Don't you just try?" The title God of war shook his head, and a cold Persian machete suddenly appeared in his hand.
In that look, it was like a beast, full of cruelty and blood.
Staring straight at Ye Fan, he looked around him maliciously.
Looking at Ye Fan, his face was always calm. He sat quietly on the chair and sipped red wine gently.
At this time, the title God of war suddenly moved. He seemed to find a suitable time and rushed to Ye Fan. The Persian machete took his life.
"Bang!"
The wine cup in Ye Fan's hand suddenly burst and shot many pieces of glass around. The pieces looked small and didn't have any murderous spirit.
In fact, every fragment is a devil that can take people's lives.
The title God of war quickly noticed this scene, his face suddenly changed, quickly fell down and narrowly avoided Ye Fan's move.
"Yes, I remember ten years ago, your strength was not as powerful as today." Ye Fan said with a trace of appreciation in his tone and a smile.
"You're good, too." The title God of war got up from the ground. He looked at his arm. Although he had exhausted his speed, it was inevitable that there were many fragments and went straight in.
Although the wound was not very deep, it was enough to make him painful.
Ye Fan is worthy of being the first God of war in the East. These two words are enough for him to take seriously.
"You go. I don't know who you work for, and I don't want to know who you work for. No one was right or wrong about that thing ten years ago. I don't think it's necessary to hold on to it all the time."
Ye Fan looked up at the title God of war and said faintly.
Who knows, when the title God of war heard the thing ten years ago, his eyes suddenly turned red, his fists clenched and roared angrily: "fart, it's because you bastards killed rosefinch and white tiger in that mission. How can you have the face to live in this world?"
“……”
Ye Fan looked at the angry God of war, and his heart was desolate. He didn't know how to answer the accident.
Maybe the only truth has been buried in devil valley.
"You dare not answer. Tell me, how could the accident be an accident?" The title God of war looked at Ye Fan's eyes and was deeply disappointed at this step: "zero, the most regretful thing in my life is to believe you son of a bitch. Even today, I have to find out the truth of that year and return the innocence of rosefinch and white tiger."
The voice fell, and the body of the God of war became a fast wind. He stabbed Ye Fan's head with a Persian machete.
It can be seen that the title of God of War didn't read any old love at all. Every move was aimed at Ye Fan's life.
Ye Fan saw that the title God of war was so stubborn that he could only sigh slightly and rise up in the air.
Ye Fan broke their good deeds. They must be crazy to revenge themselves.
However, almost a month later, the Sirius Gang seemed to disappear suddenly.
He didn't start anything, which made him feel that things might be a little strange.
After thinking for a moment, he refused the fat man: "well, there are many things in my family. I'm afraid I can't stay here. When I'm busy, I'll come back to you when I have time."
"All right."
Seeing that Ye Fan refused himself, the fat man flashed a trace of loss in his eyes and bowed his head.
After leaving the antique market, Ye Fan quickly took a taxi to find the painter. At this time, the painter has been intoxicated with the new company with Ye Huaren wholeheartedly and completely forgot his main purpose.
"Cough." Ye Fanqing coughed twice and walked into the company with a smile: "painter, I'm busy. I want to discuss something with you. Come here?"
"Brother Ye." When the painter saw Ye Fan, he stood up politely and said something. Then he was in a dilemma and said, "we are trying to customize the previous foreigner's contract plan. I'm afraid we don't have time now."
"It's all right. You're busy first. I'll be looking for you later." Ye Fan patted the painter on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't have to be too nervous.
After all, they are both friends. There is no need to be like superiors and subordinates.
After leaving the painter's company, Ye Fan returned to his home. At the moment, Huang Xinying hasn't come back yet. It is estimated that she is still busy in the company.
At this time, a huge sense of crisis came in an instant. Ye Fan's face was more dignified and walked down from the sofa carefully.
He looked out of the window and saw that all the security guards he had invited fainted on the ground and looked as if they were asleep.
And that sense of crisis is still quietly approaching him.
"Finally, are you coming?" Ye Fan looked out of the window, his eyes were a little confused and murmured.
"Pop..."
A burst of clear glass sounded, and a dark shadow rolled into Ye Fan's house at a fast speed. It didn't stop until it rolled several times.
Ye Fan calmly turns around and calmly looks at the dark shadow: "title God of war, you are coming after all."
Right in front of Ye Fan stood a young man over 20. The young man shaved his head and wore a black camouflage suit with a trace of ferocity in his eyes.
The young man in front of him was officially named the God of war in the Middle East.
It is said that under the title of God of war, there are 100 professional killers. They all have their own characteristics. They have hardly failed since they took over the task.
And zero is the leader of these bloodthirsty monsters. He is good at using a knife, and his Persian machete is a realm from heaven to earth.
It can be said that he is a big man in the Middle East.
"Ye Fan, I didn't expect you to live in seclusion so much that I didn't find you."
The young man called the title of God of war smiled. A trace of heat appeared in his eyes. He licked his lips with interest and looked at Ye Fan.
"I heard you've been doing well recently. Are you coming to see me for a drink?" Ye Fan just smiled, took out two bottles of red wine from the wine cabinet in the kitchen, filled them with two cups, put one of them on the table, and pinched the remaining one between his fingers and tasted it with a smile.
"No, do you think I may have come to see you for a drink?" The title of God of war just glanced at the wine glass on the table, raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of playfulness and said, "you know, I'm entrusted to marry you this time, zero."
After hearing the number zero, Ye Fan flashed a trace of unnatural and fleeting on his face, dangled the bright red liquid in his hand, and stared at the title God of war quietly: "do you think you can kill me by your means?"
"I don't know. Don't you just try?" The title God of war shook his head, and a cold Persian machete suddenly appeared in his hand.
In that look, it was like a beast, full of cruelty and blood.
Staring straight at Ye Fan, he looked around him maliciously.
Looking at Ye Fan, his face was always calm. He sat quietly on the chair and sipped red wine gently.
At this time, the title God of war suddenly moved. He seemed to find a suitable time and rushed to Ye Fan. The Persian machete took his life.
"Bang!"
The wine cup in Ye Fan's hand suddenly burst and shot many pieces of glass around. The pieces looked small and didn't have any murderous spirit.
In fact, every fragment is a devil that can take people's lives.
The title God of war quickly noticed this scene, his face suddenly changed, quickly fell down and narrowly avoided Ye Fan's move.
"Yes, I remember ten years ago, your strength was not as powerful as today." Ye Fan said with a trace of appreciation in his tone and a smile.
"You're good, too." The title God of war got up from the ground. He looked at his arm. Although he had exhausted his speed, it was inevitable that there were many fragments and went straight in.
Although the wound was not very deep, it was enough to make him painful.
Ye Fan is worthy of being the first God of war in the East. These two words are enough for him to take seriously.
"You go. I don't know who you work for, and I don't want to know who you work for. No one was right or wrong about that thing ten years ago. I don't think it's necessary to hold on to it all the time."
Ye Fan looked up at the title God of war and said faintly.
Who knows, when the title God of war heard the thing ten years ago, his eyes suddenly turned red, his fists clenched and roared angrily: "fart, it's because you bastards killed rosefinch and white tiger in that mission. How can you have the face to live in this world?"
“……”
Ye Fan looked at the angry God of war, and his heart was desolate. He didn't know how to answer the accident.
Maybe the only truth has been buried in devil valley.
"You dare not answer. Tell me, how could the accident be an accident?" The title God of war looked at Ye Fan's eyes and was deeply disappointed at this step: "zero, the most regretful thing in my life is to believe you son of a bitch. Even today, I have to find out the truth of that year and return the innocence of rosefinch and white tiger."
The voice fell, and the body of the God of war became a fast wind. He stabbed Ye Fan's head with a Persian machete.
It can be seen that the title of God of War didn't read any old love at all. Every move was aimed at Ye Fan's life.
Ye Fan saw that the title God of war was so stubborn that he could only sigh slightly and rise up in the air.
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