Ning Zimo shook her head helplessly. How could she have the appetite to eat? She could only smile and say, "You eat, I'm not hungry."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony. I'm really starving. Wait for me to finish eating before you fight. Don't worry, I eat very quickly."
As Ye Fan spoke, he casually found a machine tool and sat down. Then, he began to wolf down the dumplings one by one. Not long after, his mouth was filled with oil.
"Hmm … It's just that there's too much fat. As expected, there's no such thing as good stuff when it's cheap, but it's fine …"
While eating, Ye Fan was still muttering to himself with relish, causing many people to almost forget what was going on, as if he was really at a restaurant.
When Zhu Xiao saw that Ye Fan was still eating heartily as if nothing had happened, he couldn't help but fly into a rage out of humiliation.
"Damn it, are you retarded? Can't you see how many submachine guns I have?! "
Ye Fan chewed the dumplings, raised his head and vaguely said, "I eat dumplings, what does it have to do with you having a gun?"
"Brother Fan, eat your food. We'll go take care of these traitors!"
Zhao Zhong took out his metal finger gloves and put them on. His entire person exuded a murderous aura.
Across from him, Zhang Xiu lightly tapped her palm with her folding fan and said, "Zhao Zhong, even though the name 'Blood Claw' has some fame in the underworld, do you really think that rotten hand of yours can stop a bullet? Stop joking! "
"That's right. For the sake of the old president, if all of you disarm and surrender, we can still give you a way out." Aunt Qing chuckled.
Zhu Xiao teasingly said, "Zhao Zhong, if you really want to help your master, then advise her not to struggle on her deathbed, hehe … Otherwise, she will die beyond recognition, and it will be ugly when she is buried."
Zhao Zhong snorted coldly. "Wishful thinking! If it weren't for Eldest Miss, I would have been betrayed by my accomplices and thrown into prison! It was Eldest Young Miss who gave me a chance to turn over a new leaf!
My name, Zhao Zhong, was bestowed by First Miss, and my life was also given by First Miss. In life, I belong to First Miss, and in death, I will be a ghost by First Miss' side! "
Zhao Zhong's words also made the group of loyal subordinates in the back extremely excited.
"Brother Zhao, we'll go with you!"
"If we're going to die, let's die together!"
Seeing that none of these people were willing to betray Ning Zimo, Zhu Xiao gritted his teeth and shouted, "Great! Since all of you want to die! Then he would accompany Ning Zimo in death! Kill!!! "
Zhu Xiao shouted. The dozen or so armed men in black vests walked forward and lined up in a straight line.
He picked up the gun and opened the safety. A dozen or so black muzzles were aimed at Ning Zimo and the others at the front.
"Brothers! For the young miss, for the Purple Bamboo Forest, kill with me! "
Zhao Zhong faced death with equanimity and was about to lead the charge.
But at this moment, a black shadow rushed out first!
"Eldest Miss!?"
Ning Zimo's vigorous steps were like a black gust of wind. She moved like a snake from left to right, approaching the group of men in black!
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Two rays of cold light shot out from Ning Zimo's hands. They were two throwing knives!
"Pu pu!"
The two gunmen at the front had a knife stabbed into their heads out of thin air. The two gunmen didn't even realize what was going on before they died on the spot and fell to the ground!
The people from the three great halls, Zhu Xiao and the others, were all scared silly.
No one had expected that Ning Zimo would actually dare to throw a throwing knife in the face of so many guns and over a hundred people!?
"Don't just stand there! Hurry up and shoot before she gets close! "Zhu Xiao shouted anxiously.
Only then did the group of gunmen react. It was only two to three seconds later, but the distance between them and Ning Zimo was less than twenty meters. If the woman approached them again, they wouldn't be able to casually shoot!
"Tutututu!" — — "
The fire snake of the submachine gun suddenly appeared. Of course, Ning Zimo couldn't be faster than the bullet, so she rolled in advance and hid behind a machine tool!
"Ding ding ding!" — — "
Bullets rained down on the machine tool like a storm, colliding with the metal and producing an intense sound of metal clashing.
Sparks flew in all directions and a rain of bullets rained down.
"Everyone, attack!" Get close to them! They won't be able to use their guns! "Seeing that Ning Zimo was in deep danger, Zhao Zhong was extremely anxious and hurriedly brought his men to rush over.
However, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their path.
It was Ye Fan!
"Brother Fan?" Zhao Zhong and the others didn't know what Ye Fan meant by this.
Ning Zimo hid behind the machine tool, not daring to go out. Seeing Ye Fan stand up, her beautiful face paled as she said, "Ye Fan! Don't stand there! "Danger!"
Ye Fan was standing right in the middle of the two groups of people. If the bullets were to be fired at Zhao Zhong and the others, the first to be hit would definitely be Ye Fan.
Ye Fan burped and said unhappily, "It would be great if I could fight after I finish eating. I really don't know how to pick a time …"
"Brother Fan!" I know you're good at martial arts, but don't be impulsive! They have guns, we have to go up together and break through their formation! "Zhao Zhong shouted.
"No need." Ye Fan straightforwardly said.
"Why …" Zhao Zhong was stunned, thinking to himself, could it be that men have other good ideas?
Without waiting for them to ask, Ye Fan suddenly moved!
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan did not rush to the other side. Instead, he turned around and ran in front of Zhao Zhong!
"Brother Fan, you …"
Just as Zhao Zhong was about to ask, he suddenly felt something in his hand. He lowered his head and saw that it was a box of half-eaten dumplings, and … A chopstick!
Zhao Zhong was flabbergasted. So Ye Fan turned around and ran over to let him take the dumplings?!
When he raised his head again, Ye Fan had already swaggered towards the enemy camp with his head held high.
Ye Fan's footsteps looked very natural, it didn't seem like he was facing a dozen or so submachine guns.
"Brother Fan, be careful!" Zhao Zhong and the others shouted.
Ning Zimo's heart was also in her throat. She wished she could run out and fight with the man, but she was afraid that the man had some kind of plan and that she would disrupt his rhythm the moment she went out.
"This guy …" Is he looking down on us? "When the gunmen saw Ye Fan walking over so directly, they all laughed sinisterly.
However, just when they thought that Ye Fan was here to die, Ye Fan began to speed up.
"He's running over! Shoot him! "Shoot!"
No one knew who shouted, but the gunmen began to shoot at Ye Fan.
The bullets immediately flew towards Ye Fan like locusts. No matter how one looked at it, the dense rain of bullets had already surrounded Ye Fan.
But for some reason, Ye Fan's movements were not affected in the slightest. The bullets were like a drizzle, without any lethality, allowing him to pass through them.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan's figure had already appeared in front of everyone!
Ye Fan's face was cold and indifferent, just like a divine general, he looked down at the group of men with guns.
The group of people were all frightened by Ye Fan's ghost-like speed. How did he arrive at their side in the blink of an eye from twenty to thirty meters away?
Without giving them time to think, Ye Fan raised the other chopstick in his hand that he hadn't thrown away.
In his hand, the chopstick was like a dagger.
As soon as he got close to a gunman, Ye Fan directly stabbed the chopstick into the man's throat!
"Puchi!"
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