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When Su Qingxue heard this news, her face first revealed happiness, then she worriedly bit her lower lip with a complicated expression.

Until yesterday, she was still angry at Ye Fan for misunderstanding her, and at him for thinking about Feng Yueying … But at this moment, knowing that Ye Fan had come to save him, his anger completely vanished.

However, Su Qingxue knew that this time, the opponent was even stronger than before. It was very possible that Ye Fan had already stepped into a trap.

The "Wandering Soul" organization was an assassination organization that Zheng Hongzhi and his son had spent a lot of time and effort to contact through some people in the underground gang.

Previously, when the White Shark Gang and the Golden-Ringed Snake had been defeated, the Zheng father and son were very afraid of Ye Fan and steeled their hearts to hire a stronger assassination organization to handle the matter.

As a [B] Class assassination organization that was active at the border of China, the "Wandering Soul" organization rarely moved within the borders of China. They were like a lone soul on the border, coming and going like the wind.

However, there was no doubt about the strength of the wandering souls. After all, the borders between countries were filled with evil forces. There were many types of fish and dragons mixed in with each other and the competition was fierce.

The fact that wandering souls could survive at the border for so long naturally made them much stronger than the Golden-Ringed Snake that they had hired.

Without waiting for Zheng Hongzhi to speak, a man in a black trench coat and black sunglasses, tall and thin, wearing sheepskin boots, appeared beside the two of them like a ghost.

This man was the leader and founder of the wandering souls. His nickname was "Lonely Spirit" Wan Jun.

It was said that when he was young, the army was the official army of a certain country. After being framed by some military officers, they escaped to the war zone. After learning all the skills, they created a wandering soul, and even went against the past to kill the military officers who had persecuted him and destroy his entire family.

Over the past decade, the ruthless and mysterious killing techniques of the army had increased the fame of the wandering souls by several times.

"Ms. Tong, although we created an illusion, it does not mean that we can definitely deceive a professional opponent.

If that Ye Fan is really so useless, then why did you spend fifty million to invite us? Wouldn\'t the Golden-Ringed Snake be able to kill him? " Wan Junyi calmly replied.

Tong Hui Jin was shocked, but she still said angrily: "Mr. Wan Jun, we have bet all our money on you, we cannot afford to have any mistakes! If this plan fails, even if you end up with the twenty-five million, you all can forget about getting it! "

Wandering souls rarely killed people in China. Their goal was to avoid the dragon soul and ensure the organization\'s safety.

However, in China\'s big market, any powerful organization would want to come in and get a share.

It was rare to make an exception and enter Hua Hai, so their asking price was naturally lion asking.

The Zheng Corporation had paid a huge price for the Flying Master Company because Su Qingxue created a ruckus. This had caused a problem with their capital chain, and now, they were risking their lives.

Therefore, even though Wan Jun had offered fifty million, the Zheng father and son still accepted it all.

As long as Su Qingxue gave up her inheritance right or transferred the shares to Su Weiming, then this fifty million was nothing.

Wan Jun sneered, "25 million, I don\'t put it in my eyes. This is the first step into China\'s internal market, so this mission is just a small test.

Previously, when Ye Fan defeated and killed the Golden-Ringed Snake, he was also able to help us increase the damage ratio by a lot. We are an organization whose target is to be promoted to [A] class, so how could we fail here? "

"Who cares if you\'re a [B] or [A] class, we don\'t understand what you\'re saying. I just want to know, how do you plan on dealing with that surnamed Ye?!" Tong Hui Zhen asked with his eyes wide open.

On the other hand, Zheng Hongzhi advised the woman not to be too agitated, and asked while discussing: "Mr. Wanjun, do you want us to change our position first? While Ye Fan didn\'t notice us, we should change locations and plan things out for the best? "

Wan Jun grinned, "No need …. "From the beginning, I had planned to bury Ye Fan here. Since he is in such a hurry to die, it would be a good thing."

"That\'s great! Are you planning to kill Ye Fan here today? Mr. Wan Jun, you are going to do it yourself? " Zheng Junfeng was very excited.

Wan Jun mysteriously narrowed his eyes, "The reason we are called wandering souls is because we have come and gone without a trace. We will never face problems that can be solved through assassinations.

According to my speculations, it is very possible that this Ye Fan is a master of the Xiantian realm. If he wants to kill him directly, the price paid is definitely not small, so... If you want to seize intelligence, do not rashly and forcefully attack. "

"Then... Using a sniper? Do you have any arrangements? " Zheng Junfeng asked.

"Sniper, it might be useful to deal with the Pre-Sky Realm martial artists, but for the Upper Sky martial artists, the probability of failure is too high. If you want to kill them, you have to kill them in one hit." "My people and I will deal with it …"

… ….

At the same time, after Ye Fan walked into the community, he quietly listened for any movements around him, and after sensing for a while, he found nothing special.

After walking for some distance, he suddenly smelled a bloody scent.

Ye Fan frowned, trying to find the scent. He ran all the way to a alley and entered, only to find that there was blood all the way, extending all the way to an old mansion.

Ye Fan pondered for a while, then looked around, but still couldn\'t detect anyone, so he walked towards that old mansion.

The door to the mansion was open, and blood was flowing to the entrance. There were several bloody finger marks on the door, but it was hard to tell if they were male or female.

Ye Fan pushed open the door and walked into the first floor. Smelling the smell of blood, it became thicker and thicker, as if it drifted down from the second floor.

Ye Fan walked up the stairs, step by step.

When he reached a corner on the stairs, he was surprised to find a surveillance camera waiting for him.

Ye Fan looked flustered, but it was already too late.

"Boom boom boom!"

Four balls of fire shot out from the four directions of the mansion. The high explosive powder instantly blew the entire mansion up into the sky!

A few hundred meters away, a few passersby were frightened to the point that their faces turned pale. They could see thick black flames erupting high into the air.

A few minutes later, Zheng Hongzhi, the Zheng Junfeng father and son, together with Tong Huizhen, wore excited smiles on their faces.

Wanjun, the leader of the wandering souls, led four of his subordinates and brought Su Qingxue, who was tied up, to stand on the side.

Su Qingxue\'s pretty face was as pale as paper. Her eyes were sparkling with a look of disbelief. Everything had happened too suddenly. She couldn\'t believe that Ye Fan had just been buried in a sea of fire …

"Hehehehe, you slut, you see that right? I\'ve said it before, snatching a woman from me will only end badly." Zheng Junfeng laughed even harder when he saw the woman\'s despondency.

He had already begun to think about it. Once Su Qingxue signed the contract and the major matters were settled, he would take over this woman\'s body and thoroughly vent the hatred in his heart.

Su Qingxue choked with sobs, but she could not say a single word. Her eyes were only filled with burning ruins as she shook her head while shivering … Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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