"If you don't want to die, give up your weapons and kneel down."

Ye Fan showed his fish intestine sword: "Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy."

The tone was indifferent, without any violence, but it made more than a dozen remaining enemies tremble, and their hot weapons could not stop lowering their heads.

Their confidence had already been defeated by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan looked at Yu Wenlang and said, "You are the one who wants to kill my woman?"

The corner of Yuwen Lang's mouth was twitching, and then he stabilized his body and shouted to Ye Fan:

"Ye Fan, why are you still alive, why are you not dead yet..."

"Didn't the master kill you already?"

"The four hundred Dragon Temple gunmen didn't stop you?"

There was deep despair and unspeakable anger in his eyes. Why didn't Long Po Pan and the others stop Ye Fan?

"It seems you know a lot."

Ye Fan's voice sank: "Tell me, who instigated you to deal with Ye Tang and me?"

"You are happy, I am happy, or I will throw you into the fire."

He could see that although it was an accident that Tang Ruoxue provoked Yu Wenlang, someone must have contributed to the subsequent revenge.

Otherwise, how could there be so many troops to deal with him and the Flying Snake Squadron? And there was no reaction at all from the Binguo side.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

Yuwen Lang's expression changed, and then he yelled at his subordinates:

"Get up! Get up! Fight!"

He found that more than a dozen of his men had given up fighting and knelt down to surrender one after another. He was filled with grief and anger:

"Fight with him, fight with him."

He pulled out a gun and killed all his men who refused to fight with a bang.

The few remaining Dragon Temple elites instinctively ran away when they saw this, but were shot to death as soon as they reached the door.

Wei Hongchao, who had fought three bloody battles along the way, showed up with nine members of the Flying Snakes.

Wei Hongchao quickly divided his forces, four of them were on guard, two were staring at Yuwen Lang, and three were supporting Tang Ruoxue and the others.

When Yuwen Lang saw that Wei Hong was not dead towards them, his eyes became even more desperate and angry. He raised his hot weapon and pointed it at Ye Fan:

"I am Yu Wen Lang, and my father is Yu Wen Long, the leader on the sea."

"If you dare to touch me, you will all die!"

He roared angrily: "Let me leave, and I will let you live."

"Pah——"

Ye Fan slapped Yuwen Lang away: "Why are you challenging me?"

Yu Wenlang threw him and his gun away, furious: "You dare to touch me?"

Ye Fan's voice sank: "Tell me, who is the mastermind behind this?"

Yu Wenlang roared: "Is there no mastermind behind the scenes?"

"No one behind the scenes?"

Ye Fan slapped him again:

"Without the mastermind behind the scenes, there would be heavy troops buried in the hills to attack the Flying Snake Squad?"

"Without the mastermind behind the scenes, Luang Phor Pan would have blocked me halfway?"

"Without the mastermind behind the scenes, there would be no movement from the Bingo officialdom?"

His voice turned cold: "Last chance, who asked you to deal with us?"

"There is no one behind this!"

Yu Wenlang covered his cheek and said fiercely:

"Even if there is, I won't tell you. If you have the ability, try to touch me..."

"Bang--"
Chapter completed!