Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

Zhao Jun replied in a deep voice, "However, Dad, we have provided so many benefits to the organization for so many years!"

"The companion demon spirit promised to give, I haven't even seen a ghost shadow!"

"This is too unreliable!"

Zhao Jianfeng smiled slightly: "Come on, don't worry!"

"Dad, did you get any good news?"

Zhao Jun immediately asked excitedly.

Zhao Jianfeng became serious again and glanced at his son: "A Jun, I have always taught you to be patient, but you just can't hold back your breath!"

"The time has come, I will naturally tell you!"

"Now, just do your own thing!"

Zhao Jun nodded: "Okay, Dad, I will listen to you!"

The father and son are another secret discussion.

The sky soon became dark.

Jinlong Steelmaking Plant.

Ye Fan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and rested.

Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong—

On the wall clock, the sound of twelve o'clock punctuality sounded.

Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

There are very faint demonic fluctuations outside, which are faintly coming.

He stood up and glanced out the window.

There was no one in the huge factory area, and it was empty.

The street lamps were a bit lonely, exuding bursts of dim light.

It was quiet and terrible everywhere, and even the birds called the cicadas in the night disappeared without a trace.

With a sharp look, Ye Fan picked up Tang Dao and walked outside the house.

Just came to the door of the room and was about to turn the doorknob.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Master Yu Lingshi, are you asleep?"

"Master Yu Lingshi?"

It was Wang Chunrong's voice.

Ye Fan frowned slightly.

Could it be that he is just a hanged ghost?

Ye Fan opened the door.

Outside the door was the flattering Wang Chunrong wearing a large security uniform.

When Wang Chunrong saw Ye Fan, he smiled and asked in kindness: "Master Yu Ling, it's cold at night, I will bring you a blanket!"

As he said, he passed the blanket in his hand.

Ye Fan took a close look at the security guard, and didn't sense any demon aura, only then his face calmed down.

He closed the door and patted Wang Chunrong on the shoulder: "Thank you!"

"I'm just going out of the factory, so I don't need it anymore!"

"You go back early, the factory is not safe at night!"

With that, Ye Fan walked downstairs.

"Okay, Master Yu Lingshi!"

"Don't tell me, it's really chilly this way!"

Behind him, Wang Chunrong responded.

The flattering and respectful expression on his face suddenly changed after seeing Ye Fan turned his back to him.

The face of the old city servant suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes were full of crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, narrowing with sharp murderous intent and cold light.

Under the blanket that both hands were holding, suddenly stretched out a sharp sharp knife dagger, stab at the back of Ye Fan quickly and accurately!

[Author's digression]: 16 photos have been banned, embarrassing! Ask for a wave of silver tickets for comfort!

Chapter 20

The expression on Wang Chunrong's face suddenly became icy, and his eyes were extremely murderous.

A sharp knife stretched out from under the blanket and directly stabbed at Ye Fanhou's heart!

Just as Ye Fan stepped down the first staircase, his ears suddenly moved slightly.

Two times the physical fitness of an ordinary person, let him clearly hear a very faint sound of breaking the wind.

In the back of his heart, there was an extremely cold chill.

The warning signs in my heart.

His pupils constricted suddenly, and he squatted and turned around, grabbing the sharp knife stabbed from behind without any chance of passing.

He looked intently at Wang Chunrong at this time, where there was still a little flattering look on Wang Chunrong's face, full of cold and merciless color, like a top killer assassin.

Wang Chunrong's face flushed.

He felt that his right hand seemed to be grasped by steel tongs, and he couldn't deposit it at all.

You can't even take it back.

"How...how could it be possible?"

Wang Chunrong murmured in surprise.