Xiao Chubing was lost in thought, her mind racing, when the sudden incident shocked her into a cold sweat, instantly bringing her back to reality.
"Husband!" Xiao Chubing's face showed a touch of tension.
"Don't be afraid, Vermilion Bird will handle it!" Ling Fan comforted.
At that mont, on the roof of a villa 800 ters away from the villa, Yuan Hong, his expression dark, set down the sniper rifle in his hands.
"Damn, how could he react so quickly?" Yuan Hong cursed. Read latest chapters at empire
He then put away the sniper rifle and took out two special pistols from the backpack on the ground, strapped them to his back waist, and was about to jump off the roof when suddenly a shadow flashed by.
Yuan Hong was shocked, his body suddenly retreating, and he was about to draw his guns to shoot, but the shadow moved too quickly for him to resist, and he was struck with a punch.
In the villa bedroom, Ling Fan hugged Xiao Chubing and ducked behind a wall, quietly waiting for two minutes. Finding no anomalies, he then instructed, "Stay here and don't move!"
Xiao Chubing nodded calmly, "Okay, be careful!"
Ling Fan quickly dressed and pulled the curtains aside from the window to look out, noticing that Vermilion Bird had already brought soone down to the bottom of the villa.
"It's all right now, I'll go down for a while!" Ling Fan nodded to Xiao Chubing, looking extrely grim.
Downstairs in the villa.
"I'm sorry, Beiming, I failed!" Vermilion Bird also looked quite upset.
Ling Fan shook his head, "Don't bla yourself, it was my oversight. Did you find out anything?"
By then, Yuan Hong was already overwheld by shock, completely stupefied.
"He seems to recognize !" Vermilion Bird coldly looked at Yuan Hong.
"Oh? You recognize her?" Ling Fan narrowed his eyes.
Yuan Hong's throat gurgled as he said with a trembling voice, "Ver...Vermilion Bird, Vice Marshal of the Northern Canglong Army?"
At this point, Yuan Hong's mind was a ss, he couldn't understand how Vermilion Bird could possibly be here.
Even more so, he deeply respected the young man in front of him, which made him tremble with fear.
"Kill him, no need for interrogation. This kind of person has a tough bone, I don't have the ti to waste, definitely sent by Feng Xuehai, and since he recognizes you, he cannot be spared." Ling Fan glanced at Yuan Hong and said coldly.
Yuan Hong was completely baffled; he thought he might have so use left, that Ling Fan wouldn't deal with him so directly, but he never anticipated that Ling Fan had absolutely no interest in him.
"Don't kill , don't kill , I served in the Canglong Army too..." Even if he was tough, he was still afraid of death, he was just in his early thirties, in the pri of his life!
At once, he spilled everything. It turned out that he had indeed served in the Canglong Army, had once seen Vermilion Bird from a distance, and then retired to mingle in the underground Martial Arts World.
But it was too dangerous there, constantly at risk of losing his life, so he returned to his ho country and found work with a family in a small city.
Yuan Hong looked at Ling Fan with hopeful eyes, hoping to be spared.
"Bang!"
The next second, without hesitation, Vermilion Bird delivered a strike to the back of Yuan Hong's neck.
Yuan Hong's vision went dark, his face covered with horror and despair, as he collapsed wearily to the ground.
"Scum, having served in the Canglong Army, you should protect the country rather than being a lapdog for the noble families, engaging in murder and looting!" Vermilion Bird said expressionlessly.
Ling Fan paid no attention to the lifeless Yuan Hong; the shot fired just monts ago had almost hurt Xiao Chubing. Just for that, he deserved to die.
By then, Xiao Chubing had also dressed and ca out.
"You stay here to protect Chu Bing, I'll handle the rest!" Ling Fan instructed lightly.
Vermilion Bird responded with a nod, knowing that Ling Fan was truly enraged now.
Ling Fan then took out his phone and dialed a number, calling Lu Jinglun.
At that ti, Lu Jinglun was playing a ga of chess with a man at the Martial Arts Hall. This man was none other than Qi He, the instructor in charge of recruitnt for Zhongnan in Jiangbei.
Seeing that it was Ling Fan who had called, Lu Jinglun instantly beca alert, and his chess piece fell onto the board as he hurriedly answered the phone.
Ling Fan said coldly over the phone, "Lu Jinglun, send over the coffin you prepared for today!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Jinglun's hand trembled, nearly bringing him to tears, "Young Master Ling, I realize my mistake now, I won't dare to do it again..."
"Enough talk, I need it, send it within ten minutes." Ling Fan interjected, his voice ice-cold. Then, he hung up the phone.
Lu Jinglun wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and Qi He, looking puzzled, asked, "Jinglun, what is going on with you?"
Lu Jinglun forced a smile, "Brother Qi, my apologies, let's talk about it later."
"Gu Shan, Songfeng, take the coffin from the storeroom and deliver it to Young Master Ling within ten minutes, hurry!" Lu Jinglun shouted to soone outside the door.
A voice answered from outside, then hurriedly departed.
Observing the scene, Qi He was as confused as a monk scratching his head.
"What on earth is happening here?" Qi He couldn't help but ask.
"Ah, Brother Qi, you don't know the half of it..." Lu Jinglun imdiately began to explain the situation to Qi He.
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Downstairs at Xiao Chubing's villa, Gu Shan and Songfeng were covered in sweat as they carried over the Black Coffin from last ti.
Xiao Chubing and Vermilion Bird looked at each other, questioning. Was Ling Fan really that saintly? Caring even about burying those he killed? Was he planning the Eighteen Forms Send-off?
"Ling Fan, what is this?" Xiao Chubing couldn't help but inquire.
"It's for that old man, Feng Xuehai. I'll send him off too!" Ling Fan's face was expressionless.
He took the Black Coffin, threw Yuan Hong inside, and then with a flick of his foot, the thousand-pound Black Coffin fell effortlessly onto Ling Fan's shoulder.
Vermilion Bird was stunned, "Beiming, what are you doing?"
He was going to the Feng Family to take the life of that old dog.
Having said that, Ling Fan started to move, stepping out like a swift breeze, covering a distance of dozens of ters with just one step, quickly disappearing in front of the villa.
In the courtyard, four people looked at each other, Ling Fan had just walked away? Only Vermilion Bird knew to what extent Ling Fan was angered!
An hour later, Ling Fan stood outside the Feng Family's main gate, carrying the Black Coffin on his shoulder.
In the Feng Family's rear hall villa hall, through the surveillance screen, everyone clearly saw this eerie scene.
Ling Fan, expressionless, looked up at the cara and said deliberately, "Old dog, I have prepared the coffin for you. Top-grade Nanmu, consider yourself lucky. The people you sent, I am sending them back to you too!"
Having said this, he dropped the Black Coffin, pulled out the lifeless Yuan Hong, and flung him into the yard.
This spectacle left everyone in the hall chilled to the bone as they turned their eyes to Feng Xuehai sitting at the head. It turned out the old master had sent n to assassinate Ling Fan, and moreover, they had failed!
Dark figures erged in the front yard, seventy to eighty in number, all first-class bodyguards and thugs, each carrying weapons and looking ferocious.
At this mont, no one cared about the corpse on the ground, but stared ruthlessly at Ling Fan, knowing that if they did not kill this enemy at once, they too might follow in the footsteps of the others.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
Ling Fan stepped through the main gate.
"Thud!"
The Black Coffin hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
With one hand on the coffin and the other pointing indifferently at the crowd, Ling Fan said, "Those who are here to die, be quick, I'm pressed for ti!"
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