Lord Hong lowered his head and smiled, like a Maitreya Buddha looking at Ye Fan, but this Maitreya Buddha had no kind intentions. He did not answer Bloody Rose's words, but turned around. Putting his hands behind his back, he glanced at Ye Fan slightly, and asked disdainfully: "Are you Ye Fan?"
Ye Fan looked at the fat old man and was slightly startled. He didn't know why he was standing face to face. There is a feeling of being stared at by a lone wolf in the grassland, and a chill arises spontaneously.
"Yes, I am Ye Fan!" Ye Fan took a deep breath, and the coldness in his heart was swept away. He looked at Master Hong who was looking down at him, condescendingly, and asked with the same disdain: "Are you Master Hong?"
Ye Fan was not afraid of facing Mai Mang tit for tat. But his tone was obviously strengthened, and it was obviously as questioning as Mr. Hong. It was like the tone of a superior interrogating a subordinate, with a hint of disdain.
This time, Master Hong finally slowly raised his head.
With gentle movements, the big, slightly fleshy face slowly appeared in front of Ye Fan. He looked at Ye Fan's face from top to bottom and coughed heavily under the light.
As soon as Li Hao saw this scene, he quickly moved a wicker chair over. Mr. Hong sat on the wicker chair and sighed: "It's interesting. I haven't seen such an arrogant young man in many years."
The blood-thorned rose on the side gently came forward and smiled softly: "Do you want to take a few more glances?"
Mr. Hong shook his head and said: "As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers if it is strong enough. However, as the saying goes, if it is too strong, it will break easily. Let's start, finish early so that we can go back and rest! We should also take a good night in Haicheng. Be quiet for a while”
"good."
Light Thorn Blood Rose gradually took a step forward and looked at Ye Fan.
At this time, Master Hong suddenly sat on the wicker chair, looked at Ye Fan, shook his head and said: "Five escorts, if he doesn't die, that's it. This sea city has been quiet for so long, we still need these young people to move around. . And as I get older, it’s time to look at the performance of these juniors.”
The lights flickered on and off, and Bloody Rose took out six darts from the wall and held them tightly in her hands.
He understood that Mr. Hong was moved by his compassion, and when he saw that Ye Fan was a bit bloody, he felt a bit of compassion. However, he also knew that Master Hong understood his dart skills.
Although he is not good at leg and foot skills, he is good at darts because he is naturally martial. If it is launched within fifty meters, it will definitely be possible to achieve no false starts.
Five darts
Just one dart is enough.
Regarding Hong Ye's complicated psychology, he is a martial artist. I don't want to try to figure it out. At this time, with the dart in hand, the blood-thorned rose has a kind of heroic spirit that I can't find in the world.
Ye Fan stood there, looking at this posture and becoming a little confused.
After he came in, only Mr. Hong said a word to him. In just one sentence, are you Ye Fan
Gone
"Five darts, what do you mean? Are you trying to fool yourself?"
"Wait a minute." Ye Fan looked at the blood-thorned rose full of murderous intent and said.
"Hahaha!" This young man was afraid after all that he was about to die!
Mr. Hong burst out laughing, with indescribable satisfaction on his face!
Full of blood. After all, youth and ignorance are no match for the ruthless old Jianghu!
"If you cut off your hand, I will let you go today!" Master Hong looked at Ye Fan and smiled.
"Who said you're scared? I'm asking, what if I fight back after the five darts?" Ye Fan's words immediately made Master Hong's proud smile freeze on the spot!
The blood-piercing Rose's face immediately turned gloomy, and she said, "You really didn't take Mr. Hong seriously for some of the things you did in Haicheng recently. Stepping here today is to give you a chance to atone for your sins. I cum Dart, you dodge. Master Hong said, I’ll only shoot you five darts. If you can escape these five darts, I’ll let you survive today, but you won’t have this chance!”
This hall is about 300 square meters, and the door is now locked. Run around in this limited 300-square-meter hall, and escape from the steel darts that hit the lilies.
How does it sound
They are like prey, but Lord Hong and Blood Rose are the real hunters.
Moreover, they are still prey in a cage.
And what he has to do is just to survive.
This is Master Hong, this is Master Hong, the leader of Haicheng’s underground society. This thing was done quite simply, but it also revealed Mr. Hong's strong self-confidence.
He is not afraid that Ye Fan will not enter this boxing gym, and he is not afraid that Ye Fan will escape from this 300-square-meter hall. He is not even afraid that Mark will not agree, such an unfair confrontation game.
Because he is Lord Hong, the king of Haicheng's underground society.
Ye Fan looked at the confident blood-thorned rose at this moment, but he said very calmly: "Okay, I am willing to have an absolute escape. Five darts, you must shoot accurately, don't let me down." These five darts are your only chance."
Bloody Rose didn't talk nonsense, the dart in her hand was shot out instantly.
Like a storm, the petrel flashed past the traces of its wings.
Fast as lightning.
That dart shot directly into Ye Fan's throat.
One dart is fatal, and he wants this effect.
Blood Rose is not like Mr. Hong. He dislikes this young man Ye Fan very much. Arrogant, ignorant, and arrogant. Now that Ye Fan has blocked the road, these five darts are the last time Ye Fan has to survive.
Then, this blood-thorned rose will definitely not let Ye Fan live another second.
He has been with Master Hong for ten years and has never let him down.
His nickname is Blood-thorned Rose. Anyone who sticks to one of his bewitching roses will be covered in blood!
That lotus is not like blood, but a blood lotus.
That's why he has a very feminine nickname, Bloody Rose.
This time, after he shot the dart, he stopped. He liked the sight of someone bleeding, so he wanted to admire the young man who was about to be killed tonight.
Mr. Hong still lowered his head and stared at the field closely at this time. Mr. Hong seemed to be very interested in this thrilling battle between trapped beasts.
Ye Fan stood in the hall when the dart just set off. The dark energy all over the body is like the gurgling flow of water. The whole person flew up from the ground, like an eagle soaring from the water.
He soared into the air and threw himself to the right.
His movements were as fast as smoke. In his previous career, he had done this kind of training countless times. Now that I am familiar with the road, I can easily catch it.
The dart that left his hand passed him by in this flash of lightning.
"one."
Ye Fan stood up again, looked up at the coquettish blood-thorned roses, and counted them with a smile.
Mr. Hong, who had been sitting on the wicker chair, suddenly raised his head at this time and looked at Ye Fan, who was intact in the field, and the first dart that had already flown into the distance.
He let out a soft sigh, obviously a little surprised by this result.
Bloody Rose snorted coldly, and picked up another dart again. The muscles on both arms are now full of energy. The whole body looks like one body.
Through the positioning of his eyes, three points and one line, he aimed at Ye Fan very accurately.
If the first dart stabbing the blood rose was still a little careless and did not try its best. However, this time he was fully focused, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in that dart.
Ye Fan still stood there, his face as calm as water, and his heart as calm as water.
In such a situation, all he has to do is to maintain inner peace, face it honestly, and not allow the slightest distraction. He did not run away to avoid the dart that was about to be fired.
Having been on the battlefield for many years, he understood it very well.
At no time should you turn your back to the enemy. Instead of fleeing in panic, it is better to stop with silence.
Finally, the second dart of the Bloody Rose was also sent out.
In the dark night, the cold light flickered.
This time, Ye Fan stood on the spot, his pupils narrowed, staring at the trace of the dart flying over. Finally, he ducked out of the way.
The dart passed by again, and Ye Fan's crisp voice sounded in the hall: "Two!"
But this time, without waiting for Ye Fan to calm down, Blood Rose took another dart in her hand. This time, Blood Rose did not give Ye Fan any chance to relax.
Whoosh.
The third dart flew away, and Ye Fan stood there. He shrunk slightly and dodged the dart again.
"three!"
Whoosh.
Bloody Rose's fourth dart was shot again.
However, Ye Fan seemed like a ghost. As he passed by, his voice sounded again in the hall.
"Four."
This time, the voice was loud and tinged with a hint of ridicule!
Unconsciously, Ye Fan had only one last dart left.
The fifth dart, Bloody Rose did not rush to take action.
The whole hall became quiet for an instant, the wind couldn't blow in, and it was a bit stuffy. The blood-thorned rose stood under the headlight, looking at the ghost-like Ye Fan in front of her.
After so long, his breathing finally became a little heavier. There was a little bit of sweat on his forehead unconsciously.
He still held the last dart in his hand, but his momentum was not as strong as before.
Mr. Hong, who had been sitting behind Blood Rose, had unknowingly sat upright at this time. He looked at Ye Fan and Blood Rose confronting each other in the field, and for a moment he forgot everything.
In the thirty years he has been in this sea city, he has never had such a strong impact like today. Never before had his calm emotions gradually aroused.
He sat in the back and could see that the back of his bloody rose-red clothes was wet with sweat.
He knew it was the same as marching to war.
The momentum of a drum is like that of a tiger, and then it weakens and is exhausted.
At this stop, he suddenly realized that the Bloody Rose was at a disadvantage.
However, Mr. Hong knew the temperament of Blood Rose and fought back at the last moment.
Unconsciously, he coughed slightly, and his whole body seemed much older. That face was even more like Maitreya Buddha, letting out a wry smile!