My Perfect Female CE Chapter 328: All Dead

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: All Dead

Ye Fan glanced at the Ghost Squad and others without paying them much heed because there was no need to. His attention was focused on Minako, who was playing with a knife beside Chu Biyao.

"So you are Ye Fan, the kid who defeated Red Skull," Ghost said with interest without sparing Ye Fan a glance, clearly dismissive and scornful of him.

"Since you know it’s , you can all go die now," Ye Fan replied nonchalantly.

"Damn it, what’s with the arrogance? You’re at death’s door and still acting so brazen," the short man fud, launching a flying kick aid at Ye Fan’s torso.

Ye Fan stepped out with a few strides, closing in directly on Minako’s side.

Minako’s pupils contracted as she sensed sothing amiss when she extended her knife toward Chu Biyao’s neck.

Only to hear a loud bang.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" Minako flew like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood, crashing fiercely into the tal fra of the abandoned factory. With the sound of her bones shattering, she collapsed to the ground, dying with her eyes wide open.

One kick ended Minako’s life.

Ye Fan stood beside Chu Biyao, ensuring her complete safety. She nearly cried with joy.

"How is this possible?" Ghost’s body trembled, his eyes narrowing tightly. "Such speed and power, on par with mine; every powerful expert is an outstanding figure, how could soone like him not make a na for himself?"

"This? This defies logic? This is not as anticipated at all. His strength is so formidable, he crushed Minako, who had six-star power, with one kick at least that strong, nearly matching the captain." The others were stunned.

"Baka." The short man failed in his attack, allowing Ye Fan to avoid it and instead kill Minako, which enraged him.

"Ye Fan, Fanfan," Chu Biyao exclaid happily, struggling to find words.

"Don’t worry, I’m here, you’ll be fine." Ye Fan patted Biyao’s shoulder reassuringly.

"Hmm." Biyao nodded firmly.

"The opponent is strong, everyone be careful." Ghost stood up, moving towards Ye Fan, while the six with the short man wore sinister and murderous intentions.

Faced with the encroaching seven of the Ghost’s team, Ye Fan didn’t even look and instead snapped his fingers three tis.

This was the signal for Han Bihong and the other ten won.

"Finish off these bastards."

"They were given a chance to flaunt, it’s ti to make them despair."

Han Bihong and the ten won moved swiftly, bringing with them a thunderous killing aura, proactively attacking Ying Zi’s nine.

"Ha, you think you asure up? It’s laughable, we taught you everything, we’re your instructors. Do you think you can kill us? So naive," Ying Zi’s nine laughed loudly, then engaged the fight.

As the battle comnced, it quickly turned one-sided.

"Die." Han Bihong clashed directly with Ying Zi, instantly shattering Ying Zi’s fist.

"Ah!" Ying Zi cried out miserably and retreated, quickly thinking in her heart, "How? How did she get so strong? I have been stuck at six stars for years and couldn’t advance to seven stars. Turns out she has already reached such devastating seven-star strength."

Ying Zi was astonished, panicked, and fell into despair amid disbelief.

Complicated emotions overwheld her and their opponents, including Du Xueqi and other won.

Han Bihong attacked aggressively, giving Ying Zi no chance to breathe, launching a thunderous attack as Ying Zi retreated in panic.

"Crack." With three kicks, Han Bihong broke the arm Ying Zi tried to use to block the attack, sending Ying Zi into a deep abyss of despair.

The next kick aid directly at Ying Zi’s neck.

"Impossible, they were trained by us; how did they suddenly beco so powerful?" Ying Zi, harboring such doubts, stared wide-eyed, helplessly watching Han Bihong’s kick land on her neck.

"Crunch!" With a dull thud, Ying Zi fell to the ground like a heap of mud, dead, her eyes wide open, causing her eye corners to crack and bleed.

While Han Bihong dealt with Ying Zi, Du Xueqi and others gruesoly killed their respective targets.

Ten won, nine Ying Zi’s, not enough to go around.

Han Bihong and the others, with overwhelming montum, easily wiped out nine n.

Just then, Qiu Wen rushed over. Seeing Han Bihong and the ten won attacking, she dashed over, only to find that all nine Ying Zi’s died almost simultaneously before she could even make a move.

"You all are too fierce, can’t you leave one for

to practice on?" Qiu Wen grumbled but didn’t stop as she ran into the factory, shouting back, "There are only a few opponents left; hurry or there’ll be nothing but corpses left."

"Gosh, they knew it all along." Qiu Wen couldn’t talk much as Han Bihong and the ten won, moving with speed not less than hers, followed closely behind.

In a flash, the eleven won appeared beside Ghost’s team.

Ghost and the short man with the six others hadn’t yet launched an attack at Ye Fan when they realized sothing was amiss. Once they beca aware, the eleven won, with overwhelming killing intent, had appeared.

"What’s happening?"

"Weren’t they left for Ying Zi’s nine to handle?"

"Could it be that Ying Zi’s nine are dead already?"

"Impossible, they couldn’t have died in such a short ti."

"Absolutely impossible."

The idea that Ying Zi was dead beca evident, but Ghost’s team couldn’t believe the outco.

"Ghost, et your demise." The eleven won, targeting the seven opponents, impatiently launched their attacks.

Han Bihong, Du Xueqi focused their killing intent on Ghost.

"Damn, what’s with them? Have they been possessed? How did they beco so strong?" the short man lanted in his nervousness before dying miserably.

"Impossible! We’ve been the ghost squad, unrestrained for so many years, never t such opponents, how could we die so easily." The others cried out in panic.

Then, none escaped the fate of death.

Running wasn’t out of the question, but there was no chance to run. Facing the killing blows, they were dead within monts; there was no escape.

"Impossible, how do you all possess such strength? If it were one or two, it might make sense, but how is it possible that all of you are this powerful?" Ghost sprawled on the ground, spitting blood, yelling weakly.

He felt despair.

Couldn’t understand.

Han Bihong and Du Xueqi showed no rcy, raising their feet to stomp on Ghost.

Ghost’s internal organs were crushed to pieces.

The entire Ghost Squad was thoroughly annihilated.