Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"you..."

The young man's syllables were stretched into distorted vibratos.

He saw the corner of Ye Fan's clothes raised in a sharp arc, like a knife cutting through the solidified air.

This distance should have been enough for him to detonate the King's Flame, but the shackles of discipline had already silently entangled deep in his blood.

The first knife strike landed on the back of the neck of the hybrid closest to the young man, and that person's expression of horror had just begun to twist.

Ye Fan's knuckles accurately hit the gap between the third and fourth cervical vertebrae, and his anatomical knowledge turned into muscle memory with the help of the mirror pupil.

The other party is destined to lose consciousness for the next two hours.

He grabbed the man's collar and threw him towards the roofs of the bungalows on both sides of the street, just like a painter splashing ink.

It was just like an assembly line in a factory. The half-bloods on the street were knocked unconscious and thrown away one after another by Ye Fan.

The thrown hybrids were like motionless specimens in the zero-time domain, their stiff limbs maintaining ridiculous attacking postures.

"nineteen..."

Ye Fan counted silently in his mind and clasped the throat of the last hybrid with his fingers.

This wrinkled old man is actually only thirty-five years old, and excessive use of bloodline refining technology has caused him to age prematurely.

After throwing it onto the roof, Ye Fan grabbed the young man and Lu Mingfei.

In this gap of time, Lu Mingfei and the young man still maintained the same expression as 0.5 seconds ago.

Ye Fan leaped up and brought the two of them to the roof of the bungalow. The next words were not suitable for discussion on the street.

Time Zero is lifted and the flow of time returns to normal.

The young man finally realized what was happening.

His retina had just received the image of the first member of the tribe disappearing, but in fact nine bodies had been neatly stacked next to the water tank on the roof.

The deceptive nature of the human brain is fully revealed at this moment—the ordinary people on the street close their eyes almost at the same moment time zero closes.

The long-awaited strong wind came, making them close their eyes involuntarily.

That was because the kinetic energy generated by Ye Fan's movement was too great, causing the air pressure in the entire area to change.

In just 0.5 seconds before they closed their eyes, Ye Fan completed the entire process.

A number of pedestrians disappeared from the street in an instant, but no one would notice because the brain simply did not have time to process the information.

Ordinary people on these streets will just think they are not paying enough attention to the scenery around them.

"Now, we can have a good chat."

Ye Fan's voice was filled with dragon power, and every syllable resounded throughout the young man's mind.

Lu Mingfei rubbed his head. It was a little dizzy now, but it really took him no time to get used to Brother Fan.

Although my body couldn't move, my consciousness began to keep up with the flow of time. However, if I forced myself to keep up, my head would hurt a little.

The young man's knees slammed into the ground.

It was not surrender, but the tendons in both his legs were all broken - in the zero time domain, the tendons in both his legs were torn apart by Ye Fan's bare hands.

This fact has only now been transmitted to the brain through the nerves.

"impossible..."

He coughed up blood foam, and the burn scars squirmed like centipedes:

"Even if you're S-rank, you can't possibly possess two Word Spirits. Impossible, it's simply impossible..."

Ye Fan stepped on his trembling palm, and the sole of his boot rubbed against the ground, making a teeth-grinding sound.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to your madness. Tell me who else you sent from Kowloon Walled City? Or what are your team's plans?"

Ye Fan's voice was so cold that the young man couldn't help but tremble all over.

He wasn't afraid of death, he really wasn't. But for some reason, facing the man before him, his body instinctively felt a fear.

The fear from his body affected his mind, making him want to tremble and answer the other party's questions.

No, I absolutely...can't say anything!

As long as I don't say anything, there's still a chance!

The two rows of teeth suddenly merged together, and the young man tore his tongue with his teeth like a vicious dog.

Biting the tongue to commit suicide is a much more painful way of dying than what is shown in movies and TV dramas.

The tongue is an extremely resilient organ. To bite it in two with two rows of blunt teeth requires not only determination, but also the ability to endure extreme pain!

The young man tore his tongue and stared at Ye Fan fiercely with his eyes that were already filled with bloodshot.

Ye Fan did not stop him, but just watched indifferently.

The young man's actions were too decisive. By the time he reacted, the aorta in the other person's tongue had already been broken.

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Chapter 53: Murder and cremation, graduation party!

A punch suddenly hit the young man's brain, smashing it into pieces, and red and white objects splattered on the ground.

Since he couldn't get any useful information, Ye Fan was not in the mood to watch the other party perform self-harm in front of him.

He turned to the other ten subdued men in black, only to find that blood was oozing from the corners of their mouths and their eyes were dull.

"Cyanide..."

Ye Fan squatted down and pried open the young man's mouth. A broken capsule was lodged between his molars, and the pungent smell of bitter almonds filled the air.

Ye Fan stood up, and a breeze blew, blowing up the strands of hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of cold golden eyes.

Eleven bodies lay quietly in the open space, their pale faces expressionless.

He raised his hand, ancient dragon characters flowed between his lips, and blazing red flames gushed out from his palm, wrapping the corpse.

The high temperature of "Jun Yan" vaporized the flesh instantly, and white mist filled the air.

In the flames, the corpse quickly carbonized, and even the bones crumbled into ashes under the high temperature.

Three minutes later, the open space was clean and even the bloodstains were evaporated by the high temperature.

Only a few patches of charred earth showed evidence of a fire.

Ye Fan put away the spiritual words, and his golden eyes gradually turned back to blue.

Lu Mingfei stood aside, his face pale, but he said nothing.

Fortunately, the Junyan used by Ye Fan had an extremely high temperature, so the corpse did not produce any strange smell during the burning process, and even the body did not suddenly stiffen.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for Lu Mingfei to guarantee that he could suppress the churning in his stomach like he was doing now.

Although he has undergone a period of hard training, at his core, he is still an ordinary high school student.

Even though he knew there was a bloody and cruel world of mixed-bloods, he had never experienced it firsthand. Watching ten people disappear had more or less had a profound impact on his soul.

"Although you didn't do it, how did it feel to see a murder and cremation for the first time?"

Ye Fan turned his head and asked with a smile.

"Not too good, after all, he's dead." Lu Mingfei said with a wry smile, "I don't like the feeling of dead people, even if it's this kind of enemy."

"Yeah."

Ye Fan replied softly.

There was no need for him to continue. Lu Mingfei's growth was beyond his imagination and even made him feel unexpectedly satisfied.

He didn't want Lu Mingfei to become a cruel and ruthless dictator or a tyrannical king.

This junior brother should be a kind and loyal person, and a gentle child at heart.

Lu Mingfei wanted to take action just now, but he hated the feeling of death.

that's enough.

He has a compassionate heart, but can also do Shura things.

Ye Fan looked towards the southeast.

Yunnan...Kowloon Walled City's headquarters should be over there.

"It's time to go to Yunnan."

There were still two months left in the summer vacation, plenty of time for him to prepare. He was worried if some things were not cleaned up properly.

The crystal chandelier cast golden spots of light on the long table covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and the amber liquid in a dozen glasses swayed with tiny rays of light.

Su Xiaoqiang sat in the main seat, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the rim of the goblet, his eyes passing over the noisy crowd and falling on the back of the person opposite who was surrounded by boys.

"Come again! I don't believe I can't beat you!"

Physical education teacher Zhang Tao was already drunk with his face flushed, three buttons of his shirt collar undone, and he was slamming the table to challenge Ye Fan.

Alcohol makes a coward emboldened. At the last moment of his youth, he finally mustered up the courage to challenge the man he had feared for three years!

Ye Fan's blue eyes showed a strange transparency under the light. He raised his fist lazily: "Five games, three wins?"

"No! Ten rounds!" Zhang Tao burped. "Whoever loses has to drink the whole bottle!"

The boys around him erupted in laughter. Someone had already opened a beer, and white foam was oozing out of the bottle, leaving a wet mark on the tablecloth.

Su Xiaoqiang curled his lips.

Once these guys drank, they became incredibly noisy, like a group of baboons in heat. Except, of course, Ye Fan.

She picked up the glass and took a sip, the sour taste of the champagne exploded on the tip of her tongue.

These sparkling wines, which were said to be air-shipped from France, cost her half a month's pocket money, but now it seems that no one has noticed their existence at all.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors!"

Following the uniform shouts, Ye Fan took out the cloth and firmly wrapped it around Zhang Tao's fist. This was the fifth time, and Zhang Tao had never won.

"Damn it! Did you cheat?" Zhang Tao widened his eyes, the whites of his eyes bloodshot from the alcohol.

Ye Fan shrugged and pushed the beer in front of him over: "I accept the loss."