Chapter 822: No Answer

After finishing speaking, Susie also left, and she didn't even send Qiu Mucheng home as she said. Obviously, he was angry because Qiu Mucheng had to take Ye Fan with him.

Qiu Mucheng smiled bitterly, and then called and asked Ye Fan to ride over to pick her up.

However, to Qiu Mucheng's surprise, she called, but no one answered.

At this time.

Yunzhou City, eastern suburbs villa.

This villa is the one that Xu Lei rented for Ye Fan before the Taishan Martial Arts Conference.

Xu Lei is not a bad moneymaker, when Ye Fan asked her to help her rent a house, this woman directly rented it to Ye Fan for a year, and it was a single-family villa.

Therefore, the key to this villa is naturally still in Ye Fan's hands.

Just now, after Ye Fan answered a phone call, he hurried to the villa in the eastern suburbs.

He opened the door and saw a man in a suit, lying on the sofa.

Heavy wheezing echoes.

On the torn suit, there is red blood, and I can't help but stay.

The original mountain-like sturdy body has countless terrifying knife marks!

"Less... Young Master~"

Seeing Ye Fan arrive, the man endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth and stood up, and was about to salute Ye Fan, but was stopped by Ye Fan.

"You're hurt, lie down first."

"I'll help you look at the injuries." Ye Fan said in a deep voice.

"Hmm." The man hummed and lay down from the couch.

Ye Fan squatted down, helping the man clean his wounds, while observing the wounds on his body.

Gradually, Ye Fan's expression became more and more solemn.

In the eyebrows, there is already a cold, and killing intent!

A full seventy-seven forty-nine knife wounds!

The knife is ruthless!

Every knife is directed at the point.

If it weren't for Tongshan's cultivation of horizontal kung fu, his vitality would far exceed that of ordinary people. Otherwise, this old friend who has accompanied him for ten years and guarded him for ten years will not be able to come back this time!

Boom~

Looking at the shocking injuries on Tongshan's body, Ye Fan's palms clenched tightly, and then slammed on the ground with a bang.

In the villa, on the marble floor, even if there was a terrifying fist print!

"Young Master, I... I'm fine. ”

Seeing Ye Fan like this, Tongshan forced a smile. The dying voice is as weak as it is.

"Are you alright?"

"You're dying, why don't you say it's okay!"

Ye Fan was furious and scolded the man in front of him.

"Are you stupid?"

"Can't beat it?"

"You can't find death?!"

In the face of Ye Fan's anger, Tongshan bowed his head and remained silent.

The big man who was more than two meters tall was trained like a child in front of Ye Fan at this time.

Then, Ye Fan picked up his mobile phone and called Han Lao.

"Little Lord, are you looking for me?" On the other end of the phone, Han Lao's respectful voice came.

"Why do you still have the face to call me little master?"

"How did you deal with the matter of Yanjing?"

"Without investigating the opponent clearly, you sent people over indiscriminately?"

"Do you know that Tongshan had seventy-seven forty-nine stab wounds on his body, and he almost died there!"

"I give you the right, not for you to send others to die."

"If you can't say it early, roll up and roll out immediately."

.....

Ye Fan picked up the phone and scolded Han Lao for a while, and his angry voice couldn't help but echo in the villa.

After Ye Fan finished scolding, Han Lao's guilty whisper came from the phone: "Little master, I'm sorry, it's my dereliction of duty." ”

"Okay, if you have anything else, I'll be talking about it later, buy me a ticket, I'll go to Yanjing in person."

"I want to see who the other party is?"

"Even my Chu Tianfan's people dare to move?"

Ye Fan's words were calm, and in the faint words, there was everything, killing intent was raging!