"Stop looking for Qingxue, I'll join in the fun with you!"
The chilling words echoed throughout the hall, causing Lin Zhaohui and his two companions to drastically change their expressions.
The several bodyguards instantly drew their guns, aiming towards the source of the voice.
However, just as their guns were drawn, a series of gunshots thundered.
The foreheads of these bodyguards each bore a bloody hole, crimson blood mixed with white brain matter splattered out, as their bodies thudded to the ground.
"Damn!"
Seeing this scene, Lin Zhaohui and his two companions twitched in panic. These were Gold dal Killers, and they had been easily eliminated.
"Ye... Ye Feng!"
Watching the young man slowly descending the stairs, Fang Biao's body trembled, his face showing extre fear.
Not just him, Fang Lihuang was even worse, falling to the ground butt-first, speechlessly stunned.
Only Lin Zhaohui had a grim expression, murderous intent flickering in his eyes as if flas were about to burst forth towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng held a Browning pistol in one hand, the other holding a cell phone that had recorded the video of the earlier conversation.
Now, glancing over the few people in the hall, Ye Feng turned the muzzle, aiming it at Fang Lihuang and the others.
His expression was exceptionally cold, as if he was killing not humans, but re livestock.
"It was indeed you who killed my son!!!" Lin Zhaohui looked at the pistol his son cherished, his face contorted in agony, wishing he could crush Ye Feng to dust.
"He sought his own death; I rely obliged!"
Ye Feng calculated the ti in his mind, feeling it was about right, no longer wasting ti.
"Do you really wish to avenge your son? I'll give you the chance!"
Ye Feng looked at Lin Zhaohui, a sinister smile playing on his lips, then stepped forward, offering him the Browning pistol.
"Take it! Seek your revenge!"
Huh?
Watching this bizarre scene, Lin Zhaohui and the others all looked dumbfounded, not believing that Ye Feng would seek his own death like this; the man must have so trick up his sleeve.
Although aware that Ye Feng would not easily allow him to exact revenge, Lin Zhaohui still couldn't help but reach out to grab the Browning pistol.
The mont he grasped the gun, Lin Zhaohui could tell it still had bullets, a spiteful smile appearing on his lips.
"Die!!!"
His face twisted with ferocity, Lin Zhaohui raised the Browning in his hand and pulled the trigger towards Ye Feng.
Just then, Ye Feng extended his hand, swiftly deflecting the gun's barrel to one side, and at the sa ti, the gunshot rang out.
Bang!
The trendous recoil made Lin Zhaohui tremble, but as he saw what happened in front of him, he was imdiately stunned.
"Dad!!!"
With a piercing scream from Fang Biao, they saw a bloody hole appear on Fang Lihuang's forehead, his eyes bulging round in disbelief.
Bang!
Fang Lihuang died instantaneously, and his body harshly crashed to the ground.
"Lin Zhaohui, you killed my dad!!!" Fang Biao's eyes turned red, his gaze filled with venomous hatred towards Lin Zhaohui.
However, Lin Zhaohui froze; he certainly wouldn't kill Fang Lihuang, it was clearly Ye Feng's doing!
Ye Feng's lips curved into a smile, and he imdiately grabbed Lin Zhaohui's hand, lifting the Browning pistol in it.
"Your son once told
before his death, he wanted Fang Biao to join him below! Now, as his father, fulfill his wish for him!"
Hearing Ye Feng's chilling words, Fang Biao's body trembled, his face showing intense fear.
Especially seeing that smoking, dark gun barrel, still emitting bluish smoke, Fang Biao was scared out of his wits.
"Uncle Lin, don't... don't listen to him! Whatever you do, don't shoot!" Fang Biao's pale face yelled at Lin Zhaohui.
Lin Zhaohui naturally didn't want to shoot, but Ye Feng's hand was like a vise, painfully squeezing his palm no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free.
"Fang Junior, goodbye!"
With Ye Feng's icy words, Lin Zhaohui's index finger was suddenly pressed, instantly pulling the trigger.
Bang!
Another gunshot rang out, and this ti Fang Biao's forehead bore a bloody hole. The terror on his face instantly froze, and he fell to the ground lifeless, following his father.
"Alright! It's done, take care, Director Lin!"
Ye Feng indifferently glanced at the bodies of the Fang father and son before patting Lin Zhaohui's shoulder and slowly headed towards the second floor.
"Go to hell!!!"
Lin Zhaohui obviously couldn't let him walk away, and imdiately aid at Ye Feng and pulled the trigger. However, the magazine was empty, and only several clicks of misfires were heard.
Just as Ye Feng's figure had disappeared upstairs, the villa's door was kicked open again, and a dozen figures rushed in.
"Don't move! Hands up!"
These figures were policen, led by Director Huang. His expression changed upon seeing the dead Fang father and son, then, seeing the Browning in Lin Zhaohui's hands, his expression turned grim.
"Director Lin! Put down the gun! Raise your hands and lie down on the ground!"
The policen imdiately treated Lin Zhaohui as the murderer since he was the only other person alive in the room.
Upon seeing the policen, Lin Zhaohui was stunned, then realization dawned, and his complexion turned ashen.
Only then did he realize that he had been set up by Ye Feng.
"Such deep cunning!!!"
In that mont, Lin Zhaohui was nearly bursting with rage. Undoubtedly, these policen were brought here by Ye Feng. And the person who had killed so many had handed the gun to him, leaving his fingerprints on it.
Moreover, everyone in the room had been killed with the Browning, and many policen had witnessed him standing there. It was indefensible!
"Bastard!!!"
Lin Zhaohui's face was livid; he knew if he surrendered without a fight, he would definitely be taken in, and then, he would never see the light of day again, an unbearable thought for soone desperate to avenge his son.
Overco with rage, Lin Zhaohui picked up a bodyguard's handgun from the ground and made to chase Ye Feng upstairs.
But he had barely taken two steps when gunfire roared.
Bang bang bang!
The nurous policen, thinking Lin Zhaohui was trying to escape, didn't hesitate to shoot. Lin Zhaohui's body bore multiple bullet wounds, and blood spurted out.
With all his might, he turned to give the policen a resentful look before crashing to the ground, dead on the spot.
"Chief, what do we do now?" the many policen inside the villa asked Director Huang.
Without a word, Director Huang walked over to observe the bodies:
"These bullet holes were clearly made by Browning bullets, and since Lin Zhaohui was holding the Browning, he is the murderer!"
Having said that, Director Huang told his subordinates:
"Spread the word, say that the Fang father and son conspired to kill Lin Sinan, and Lin Zhaohui avenged his son by killing the Fang father and son!"
Director Huang had found an excuse, albeit a flimsy one, but it was enough to silence others!
"This was definitely that guy's doing!"
Director Huang inwardly sighed; he always seed to end up cleaning up for that mysterious person!
...
anwhile, outside the manor in an alleyway.
Ye Feng sat in a Maserati, also hearing the dense gunfire, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. He pulled out his phone, pressed a series of asterisk keys, and made a call.
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