These assassins could never have anticipated this. Their ambush was flawlessly planned, an inescapable trap where they believed they had everything under control. But then, a mysterious young man had appeared out of nowhere—an Absolute Killing God they could never hope to provoke.
Ye Fan descended like the Death God incarnate. With nothing but his bare hands, which moved like the Death God Scythe itself, he slaughtered the well-trained assassins one by one.
BANG!
A gunshot rang out. In that same instant, Ye Fan's body moved with an agility that surpassed human limits, and he dodged at an unbelievable speed. A bullet tore through the air, practically grazing his cheek. Ye Fan's senses were so heightened that he could feel the pressure wave, the very Gang Qi, being split apart by the bullet's trajectory.
The assassin wielding the Desert Eagle's pupils constricted. Impossible... He actually dodged a bullet! This man was faster than a bullet!
BANG!
However, these assassins were no ordinary thugs; they were all professionally trained. One of them quickly recovered his composure and fired again. This time, his target was no longer Ye Fan, but Su Qingxue.
Su Qingxue's beautiful eyes widened in terror, and her heart filled with despair.
Suddenly, an immense force threw her aside. Her body spun through the air like a propeller, and the bullet veered off course, carried away by a fierce gust of wind. With a sharp THWACK, the bullet struck a nearby stone wall, sending a shower of sparks into the air.
The shooter stared in astonishment, unable to believe his target had dodged yet again.
Ye Fan set Su Qingxue down and then charged forward, his form like a phantom. The gunman panicked, scrambling to pull the trigger. But in a flash, Ye Fan had already gripped the handgun's muzzle.
With a grating SCREECH of twisting metal, the steel handgun in the assassin's grip was crushed into a useless lump of metal by Ye Fan's palm.
The gunman's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. He stared in horror at the mangled heap of steel on the ground. How is this possible…?
Ye Fan's gaze turned icy as killing intent flared within him. With a vicious toss, he threw the assassin high into the air. The moment the man's body was about to slam into the ground, Ye Fan snapped a kick upward.
CRACK!
The assassin's spine shattered instantly. From that moment on, the assassin was doomed. He would never wake up again, and even if he did, he would be no more than a living corpse.
The ground was filled with agonized screams. In less than a minute, every single assassin was down. And the cause of it all was a single, handsome young man.
In front of Qingcheng Building, Su Qingxue, the intended target of the ambush, watched the scene unfold. Her face was pale with shock. Her heart was still pounding furiously, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.
Ye Fan lit a cigarette and strolled over to Su Qingxue, a lazy smile on his face. "Sorry for the scare. My name is Ye Fan. Once Uncle Su gets here, you'll understand our relationship."
Su Qingxue just stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the enigmatic young man before her.
"Thank you."
A glimmer of light appeared in her crystalline eyes. Her voice was gentle and sweet, a perfect complement to her delicate features, creating a captivating sight.
Suddenly, Ye Fan stepped forward.
With a sudden RIP, he tore the buttons from her collar.
Su Qingxue cried out in alarm.
"Ahem, sorry about that," Ye Fan said. "It looked like a button on your collar was loose."
Su Qingxue's face turned livid as she glared at the crude young man before her.
SLAP!
The crisp sound echoed as Ye Fan took the full force of the slap on his cheek.
"Scoundrel!"
Su Qingxue's brows furrowed, her pretty face an icy mask of shame and anger. She had initially felt quite favorable toward the young man who rescued her. She never imagined he would turn out to be such a rogue.
Ye Fan rubbed his left cheek, which was already stinging with a fiery pain. This ice queen really packs a punch.
Ye Fan's own anger flared. "You've got to be kidding me! Is this really how you treat the person who just saved your life?"
Just then, a group of security guards in black uniforms rushed out from Qingcheng Building. The attack on President Su at the company entrance had happened in an instant. By the time they reacted, it was already over. Fortunately, President Su seemed unharmed.
The head of security rushed over, his face pale with panic. "President Su, are you alright?"
The company's CEO being ambushed right at the entrance was shocking news. If anything had actually happened to her, he, as the head of security, would be held responsible.
A bit of color had returned to Su Qingxue's face. She shook her head. "I'm fine."
Her secretary quickly ran over with a coat and draped it over her shoulders. Then, Su Qingxue pointed at Ye Fan, her brow furrowed as she commanded, "Security, take this hooligan to the police station. Let them handle him."
Ye Fan was stunned. He was still holding the buttons from her collar. He protested, sounding aggrieved, "I saw a button had come off your collar and was just trying to help you cover up! Besides, I'm the one who saved you. How can you repay my kindness with such ingratitude?"