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Ye Fan walked into the house. It was a bit like the front desk service area of a small hotel. A counter was placed there. On the counter was an old man with a red nose who was drunk and snoring.
At the counter, there are a few pots of flowers and plants that have died because they were not watered. These pots are still filled with all kinds of cigarette butts, and all kinds of garbage are thrown away.
A dirty crystal lamp, several bulbs have been hung up, only three bulbs remain, barely maintaining the light in the lobby.
After closing the door, the white young man walked slowly to the counter to take out a guest's registration book, but because the old man was lying on the counter, he pressed the book.
Without saying anything, the white young man slapped him and pushed the drunk old man away.
The old man fell directly to the ground with a "clam", then snorted twice, then curled up to sleep, still muttering: "Lianna... Be careful... buttocked... Uhhhh..."
I don't know what dream the old man was dreaming there, anyway, he slept very sweetly.
Regardless of the old man, the white young man picked up a plastic ballpoint pen with a broken barrel. The refill was still red. He raised his head and asked Ye Fan, "What is it called?"
Ye Fan replied: "Ye Fan".
"You don't know how to write, you can write it yourself", the white young man pushed the book and pen in front of Ye Fan.
Ye Fan almost didn't laugh, this sloppy ghost, the front desk was too ridiculous!
But Ye Fan still wrote his name, and then asked: "Are you the president?"
The white youth listened and glanced at Ye Fan with a weird look.
"Yeah," Ye Fan nodded, "Really, we are old friends."
"He just went out," the white young man said.
"Where did you go? The murder went?" Ye Fan asked, which is not a coincidence.
The white man shook his head: "Go to the park."
When Ye Fan heard it, he remembered something, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll wait for him."
The white young man pointed to a dark passage inside, "Go in, and keep walking inside. The innermost is the president's office."
Regardless of Ye Fan's identity, the white youth didn't ask much, and directly picked up a mobile phone with a broken screen and started playing a shooting game.
Ye Fan walked into the passage voluntarily and walked in. He could see various flags hanging on both sides, and various medals and trophies stored in some glass cabinets.
These flags and these display cabinets are all covered with dust, and no one cleans them at all.
But if someone takes a closer look, the words written on these flags and trophies will definitely be shocking!
"Site Selection of the World's No. 1 Killing Crafts Association of the Year-Bafumi"!
"Golden Knife Award in the World Killer List-Asmontis"!
"The Best Union of the World Killer Association-Buffalo"!
"Assassin's Union Lifetime Achievement Award-Asmontis"!
"Lifetime Honorary Chairman of the Assassin Society-Asmontis"...
Almost all the highest awards that can be obtained by killers and killer organizations in the world are available here, and it has been the title of the world's No. 1 killer association for three consecutive years!
Many of the pennants were to thank the killers for their successful assassinations. The customers had sent them too much. Many of them were rolled up and left in the display cabinet.
All of it declares who is the strongest killer in the world! Who is the strongest killer!
Buffalo! Asmontis!
Looking at these trophies and medals, Ye Fan's eyes were also quite moved and pleased, and he thought to himself: sloppy ghosts can mix well.
In addition to these exhibits, on both sides of the passage, you can also see some different rooms, including training rooms, gyms, and even swimming pools.
What's more amazing is that although most of the places are very dirty, the venues for killer training are very clean.
Ye Fan walked over and saw more than a dozen male and female killers, between the ages of their teens and thirties, training various skills intently.
They were engrossed and ignored Ye Fan's passing by. It seemed that in their world, only getting stronger! Become stronger! Be stronger again!
Ye Fan walked to the innermost wooden door. There was no lock on the door at all, and he could enter by simply pushing it open.
As soon as he walked in, Ye Fan realized something was wrong, but he didn't make a move, but silently accepted all this...
A sharp cold light dagger pressed Ye Fan's neck from the side.
The one holding the dagger is a woman wearing a tight ninja suit. She has long black hair and a ponytail tied with a red rope, neat and clean.
It was like the complexion of Bai Xue, with bright eyes like autumn water, a tall Yao nose, small cherry lips, and a small oval face, exquisite and generous.
The key is that she was dressed in a black ninja suit, her figure was very proud, she was not like an oriental woman at all, the top was plump as if she couldn't hold her clothes at all, the waist was like a willow, and the bottom was round and straight.
It's hard to imagine how such a firm and plump figure is trained. I'm afraid that if you don't have a natural beauty, you won't be able to grow it the day after tomorrow.
This young woman was hiding well just now, and Ye Fan didn't realize her existence until she walked in, and being able to hide Ye Fan was already very ridiculously strong.
"Who are you?" The female assassin's voice was cold, but very sweet.
Ye Fan sighed lightly, a nostalgic smile appeared, and his eyes gently turned his head: "Misty night, don't you know me?"
When Ye Fan said this, when the woman saw Ye Fan's appearance, the dagger in the woman's hand fell to the ground immediately.
"Dingling!"
The dagger made a crisp sound, as if it was also beating the female killer's heart.
"My... my-prince!?"
Wuye Wing was about to kneel down on one knee excitedly, but was held back by Ye Fan.
"Okay, Huh, we've known each other since we were young. You don't need to be like this. I didn't even react to you just now. You have grown so big all of a sudden." Ye Fan looked up and down the woman's figure playfully, "It's not easy. Ah, I didn’t expect that the yellow-haired girl could look so feminine..."
A look of excitement and anticipation appeared in Wuye's eyes, "Wang, do you like my body?"
After hearing this question, Ye Fan couldn’t help feeling weird, "Huh, how can you call me king? We met in old-ones. Didn’t you call me fallen brother back then? You don’t even call me now. Brother, you can also call me Ye Fan, what do you call the king?"
"You are the king, the fallen back then has already been a battle for the gods... Why would I dare to call your brother..." A trace of the worship of a girl appeared in Wuye's eyes.
Ye Fan couldn't bear such a look. He was very familiar with the look of a woman like this. Back then, many women saw him with this look, and they clearly wanted to sleep with him!