Difficult to attack

It wasn't until the phone kept vibrating that Ye Ran gradually became aware.

Stiff fingers pressed the answer button several times.

"Ye Ran, where are you, this side is about to start, why haven't you come yet..." Ah Ming chattered on the phone.

"...I'll go right away." A sour throat made a hoarse voice.

Ah Ming also sensed something was wrong, and asked tentatively, "What's the matter, Ye Ran?"

"No...it's okay." Ye Ran hung up the phone in a hurry, trying to recover a little bit of vitality, and wiped away the tears indiscriminately, and was slightly cooled by the wind.

Ye Ran's heart was accompanied by these little bits of coolness, like being in an ice cave.

He still has a lot of things to say to Xiao Feng, and he still has a lot of futures he wants to realize together with Xiao Feng.

The corners of Ye Ran's lips were mocking at himself, it turned out that it wasn't that Xiao Feng never said I love you, but that he never loved you at all.

Ye Ran stood up unsteadily, and went in the direction of Taoyuan Mansion.

Taoyuan mansion monitoring room.

"Master Hong, everything is ready." A man dressed in black said.

"Very good." The man called Master Hong played with the butterfly knife in his hand, watching with satisfaction the more and more people gathered in the monitoring screen.

"After Xiao Feng's death, no one can prevent you from getting old, and it's not in vain for us to spend a lot of money to find a killer to assassinate him."

"Shhh—" Lord Hong made a gesture of silence: "You are probably the only one who knows about the assassination of Xiao Feng. It's hard work for you to come all the time."

"What's the matter, I didn't die because of Lord Hong—" The man's tone of claiming credit didn't fit such a humble vocabulary at all, but soon, the man's eyes widened in disbelief.

Because the butterfly knife in Master Hong's hand had penetrated into his soft abdomen, and the blood bloomed like a coquettish rose.

"Then you go to die." Master Hong twisted the knife in his hand at an angle, and the sound of flesh and blood being cut into pieces was extremely loud.

"Hong...Master Hong." Every time the man struggles to utter a word, blood will flow from his mouth.

"No way, I believe that only the dead will keep secrets forever." Master Hong pulled out the knife, the blade was already dyed red, and the man fell to the ground with a "boom".

The door of the monitoring room was carefully pushed open a gap, and the subordinates who heard the sound entered the room and saw a corpse and Lord Hong who was wiping the blade with a white handkerchief leisurely.

"Clean it up." Master Hong simply ordered.

The subordinates immediately dragged the corpse out in an orderly manner to wipe the blood on the floor.

At this moment, a young man with a feather head broke in.

"Didn't you see Master Hong was resting? Be careful to shoot you!" The leading man blocked the way of the chicken-haired youth.

Master Hong waved his hand: "Let him in."

After hearing the news, the chicken-haired youth immediately came to Master Hong like a dog: "Master Hong, do you still remember me? I am the one who reported to you last time that we have a new face."

Master Hong nodded to show that he still had an impression: "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes, yes, isn't today the day when Lord Hong took the stage, but it seems that the police have sneaked in. I didn't want to make Master Hong's plan foolproof, so I came here to tell you." flattery.

"Oh?" Master Hong, who was already sure to win the position of young master, obviously didn't care about these things. He followed the direction pointed by the young man with chicken hair, and watched the two Ye Ran who had just entered the mansion in the surveillance camera playfully.