Xu Donglai fell to the ground, looking at the blood gurgling from his thighs, his face became horrified and desperate.

In the courtyard, the evil spirit lingered like smoke, Chen Fan's figure passed through the crowd like a ghost, and the children of the Xu family fell one after another.

Boom, boom.

The evil spirit smelled of blood, and it seemed that the place had turned into a Shura field with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Those descendants of the Xu family who continue to fall are the elite of the Xu family.

Even if it is a century-old Chinese clan, the effort and resources spent on these elite children are beyond imagination.

Just like Xu Xilou is the number one expert of the Xu family, it is impossible for these elite players of the Xu family to recruit such a team of nearly a hundred people from the Xu family!

However, in the blink of an eye, they turned into cold corpses one after another.

In Xu Donglai's sight, a man who was over two meters tall and looked like a giant bear in human form ran wildly into the courtyard. Amid the flying bullets, he looked like a real mountain moon. He raised his hand and pinched two Xu family members in pieces.

neck.

The bullet hit his body, but the damage caused was not very great.

Where did this person and the foreigner wearing the hat come from?

In despair, he looked at Xu Xilou.

The latter fell down on the steps, blood staining his entire body and dripping red on the ground.

From the shoulders down, half of the Xu family's top master was torn apart.

Compared to Xu Donglai, his expression was much calmer, showing helplessness and unwillingness, but he did not seem to be unable to accept such an ending.

Being able to die in the hands of a strong man is not a bad ending for a warrior who has been immersed in martial arts all his life.

Xu Donglai trembled, got up, got into the next room and fled.

He doesn't want to die.

As the heir to a century-old Chinese family, he will have unlimited glory and wealth in the future, but he has not enjoyed enough yet.

He doesn't want to die here. As long as he escapes and returns to Xiling, Chen Fan can't do anything to him.

The century-old Xu family still has heritage and resources, as well as connections that ordinary people cannot imagine. There is still a chance for revenge!

He passed through several houses in succession, rushed out of the back door, and walked around to the parking lot from the back door.

As long as he drives away, Chen Fan can't catch up with him.

However, when he rushed out of the side door, enduring the pain in his legs, and came to a large Mercedes-Benz, the door suddenly opened.

Anyone else?

Are they his subordinates?

He shouted in surprise: "Drive me away quickly!"

However, a cold corpse was thrown in front of him.

The slender prophet with gray temples held a gun in his hand and pointed it at him.

Looking at the corpse, it was none other than his close subordinate Xu Hongjue, that is, the middle-aged man.

"Who are you?"

Xu Donglai was like falling into an ice cave.

"Squat down, Mr. Xu!"

The prophet spoke a foreign language, but it was impossible for Xu Donglai not to understand.

He gritted his teeth and rushed out.

Snap!

A gunshot rang out.

Xu Donglai felt that his other leg was in severe pain, and he couldn't help it.

The prophet also showed his wisdom to others in the Dark Night Organization, but how could a smart man like him give Xu Donglai a chance?

At this time, Xu Donglai had to fall to the ground. Both his legs were injured and he could no longer move.

"Who are you?"

Xu Donglai asked with a look of dismay.

"We? We are just followers, servants and warriors of the king!"

The prophet said: "And you, who have offended our king, will be punished with death!"

"Wang, who is it?"

Xu Donglai was a little confused, but he was also a smart man. After his thoughts suddenly changed, he looked horrified and said, "Are you talking about Chen Fan?"

"It seems that you finally understand, Mr. Xu?"

The prophet said with a smile.

Xu Donglai's eyes widened and he looked extremely shocked.

In his eyes, Chen Fan was just a common man who could only fight a little.

At best, being a subordinate of the mysterious Mr. Dragon because of his ability to fight is still not worth mentioning in his eyes.

After all, no matter how mysterious Mr. Long is, he is only a businessman. When it comes to power, how can he be compared to a century-old Chinese family like the Xu family?

But at this moment, the prophet's words subverted his cognition.

If Chen Fan is the so-called king, then is Chen Fan really just a subordinate of Mr. Long?

Cold sweat dripped down, I don't know whether it was because of pain or because I was frightened by the prophet's words.

At this moment, a figure appeared and came to the two of them.

Who is it if it’s not Chen Fan?

"Lord of the Dark Night, you are here, what should you do with this person?"

Respectfully, the prophet bowed to Chen Fan and said.

Chen Fan smiled, as if the fierce battle just now was nothing but insignificant, and said: "Prophet, you always make me feel at ease!"

"Thank you for the compliment, Wang!"

said the prophet.

"Chen Fan, you...Lord of the Dark Night?"

Hearing the title of prophet, Xu Donglai was shocked again.

He has no connection with the underground world, and he doesn't know what the name means.

But just from the words, we can already get a glimpse of it.

Can a person who can be called the Lord of the Night be an ordinary person?

"Xu Donglai, I said, next time, you will die!"

Chen Fan looked calm and walked towards Xu Donglai.

Most of the evil spirit on his body has subsided, leaving only some remnants.

Even so, Xu Donglai's body still trembled violently, and his whole body was swallowed up by despair and fear.

"Don't, don't kill me... I am the heir of the Xu family. If you kill me, you will cause big trouble..."

Xu Donglai shouted.

"Do you think I will care?" Chen Fan looked disdainful, his eyes even colder.

"I have money, I will give you money..."

Xu Donglai hurriedly stepped back and shouted in vain: "Any amount of money is fine, the Xu family, wait until I become the head of the Xu family... I will listen to you, I, I can be your lackey and work for you..."

"Can the heirs trained by the Chinese race for a hundred years not be worthy of this?"

Chen Fan said calmly.

"Your so-called glory and power are insignificant in front of me. Go on your way with peace of mind!"

After a pause, he continued: "The girl who died of your insult and jumped from the 35th floor is waiting for you. She has been waiting for you for a long, long time!"

After saying that, Chen Fan stopped giving Xu Donglai a chance and grabbed Xu Donglai's head.

Xu Donglai struggled desperately, but it was in vain.

With a click, Xu Donglai's neck retracted into his chest, his expression froze, and his breath suddenly stopped.

The prophet looked calm and said: "Your Majesty, Lord of the Night, do you need to clean up the battlefield?"

"No need, you shouldn't reveal your whereabouts. Call the Titans and Magicians to leave first!"

The prophet nodded, put his fingers in his mouth, and whistled.

The Titan and the Magician came out quickly, and without saying anything, they got in the car with the Prophet and left.

As the car drove away, Chen Xing'er pulled Shi Wenyan out, whose hands and feet were weak and her face was pale.

"Chen Fan!"

Chen Xing'er was not panicked, but showed a hint of excitement and said: "Chen Tianjiao, you can only be Chen Tianjiao, do you still want to hide it from me?"

Chen Fan rolled his eyes.

After experiencing such danger, what this girl focuses on is nothing else but her own identity?

In fact, Chen Xinger was completely certain in her heart that Chen Fan was her brother, but she would not give up until Chen Fan admitted it.

"You guys get out of here first."
Chapter completed!