Urban Madness

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After leaving the restaurant, Ye Fan was escorted to a nearby bureau and was soon led into a room.

The house is small, about 20 square meters, with only a table and a few chairs.

Ye Fan sat on a chair with his hands handcuffed, but his expression was very calm.

Opposite him, the few people who had brought him here looked like enemies, staring at him stubbornly.

Although Ye Fan looked harmless to humans and animals, in their eyes, it was even more dangerous than those fierce thugs, and he dared not relax his guard for a second.

You know, the demon king Yang Ting, born with supernatural power, has a fierce reputation in Huahai, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a monster in human skin.

However, Ye Fan squeezed Yang Ting's neck easily and effortlessly.

Therefore, even if they handcuffed Ye Fan, it may not be insured.

What's more, after the murder, Ye Fan neither ran away nor resisted, but instead allowed them to bring them back to the game. This attitude was really weird.

"Peng!"

After a few minutes, the door of the house was opened from the outside.

A man of about forty years old came in, wearing a uniform with a gloomy face.

This person is Zhao Bang, the top leader here.

"Good Bureau Zhao!"

Several people said hello in unison and saluted at the same time.

After Zhao Bang returned the gift, he stared straight at Ye Fan.

"Stab!"

In mid-air, there seemed to be invisible electric sparks surging.

However, beyond his expectation, Ye Fan was not afraid, and looked at him calmly.

In his eyes, there are no other villains who are violent, vicious, or regretful or afraid after committing a crime. Some are just calm!

That kind of calm is like the vast expanse of the sea, vast and endless, but under the surface calm, it is actually turbulent.

Zhao Bang had interrogated thousands of criminals, and it was the first time he saw such a look.

"Say! What kind of grudges are there between you and the deceased? How dare you be so rampant and hurt the killer?!" Zhao Bang's voice was full of majesty.

If it is a cowardly and weak person, under such a prestige, I am afraid it will be frightened.

However, there was no wave on Ye Fan's face, and he said indifferently: "Ju Zhao, here is a piece of advice-you can't handle this case, so don't waste your saliva!"

"presumptuous!"

Zhao Bang uttered a low drink, and said in a deep voice: "Frankly be lenient, resist strict! Boy, I advise you to know better, don't play tricks with me! There are not a thousand criminals who have been sent to prison by me over the years. There are also eight hundred! Here, if you are a dragon, you have to cross it, and if you are a tiger, you have to lie down!"

"Ha ha……"

Ye Fan chuckled and slowly said, "Don't you know? The person I killed was named Yang Ting, the grandson of Hongyi's leader Yang Zhenkun!"

...

"what?!"

Hearing this, Zhao Bang's pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like ridges, and his body was shocked. If he was shocked, he couldn't believe his ears.

Before, he only heard reports from his subordinates that someone was killing people in public on the street. The methods were extremely cruel and caused extremely bad effects.

But he never expected that the deceased was Yang Ting, who was known as the "Hunter King".

The next moment, Zhao Bang turned around and looked at several subordinates in the court, gritted his teeth and asked, "Is what this kid said is true?"

"Well! After our confirmation, the deceased is Yang Ting." One person explained.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

Getting a positive answer, Zhao Bang could no longer suppress the consternation in his heart, his face was extremely gloomy, and his vest was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

In his capacity, he naturally knows what Hong Yi Yang's family represents.

The grandson of Hong Yi's leader, his neck was twisted.

No matter who it is, they can't bear Yang Zhenkun's anger.

"hiss!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Bang couldn't help but breathe in air, as if his heart was suffocated by a pair of invisible hands, almost suffocating.

He knew that this matter was definitely not something he could handle, and he had to report it to his superiors immediately.

Otherwise, I don't know what kind of trouble it will cause, and Huahai's sky may be broken.

Suddenly, Ye Fan said, "As far as I know, Yang Ting has the title of'Hunting Demon King', and he should have left a lot of records? I killed him, and it is considered as an eradication for the people, should you? Give me a "Honorary Citizen"?"

"you!!!"

Hearing these words, Zhao Bang's face changed drastically.

The more Ye Fan showed Dante, the more he was frightened.

In his opinion, Yang Ting is already standing on the top of the Huahai Sea. Even the top dudes can only retreat when they meet Yang Ting.

However, the young man in front of him, after arrogantly killing Yang Ting, was so calm, then there are only two possibilities--

First, he is a complete lunatic, and he cannot be considered according to common sense.

Second, he has the amazing background of the sky behind him, so he is so unscrupulous and confident.

What is truly frightening is not powerful, but unknown!

For a time, Zhao Bang's face was uncertain, and thousands of thoughts appeared in his mind.

In his impression, there is no such figure as Ye Fan in Huahai City.

Ye Fan's body seemed to be covered with a deep mystery, extremely mysterious.

"call……"

After pondering for a long time, Zhao Bang took a deep breath, his eyes drenched, and he dared not act rashly.

He beckoned to several of his subordinates, and ordered: "Send him to the detention center first, and send someone to take care of it 24 hours a day. There must be no mistakes!"

"Yes, Bureau Zhao!"

The few people said in unison, and then escorted Ye Fan towards the depths.

...

In the middle of the night, Hongyi Main Hall.

Almost all of Hong Yi's senior executives gathered in the chamber of hundreds of square meters.

Looking at it roughly, there are hundreds of people, a piece of Wuyangyang.

Pulling one out at will, it is the handle of each district, and there are thousands of younger brothers under his hand, which is extremely prestigious.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in the court is extremely tense.

The crows were silent, the needle dropped, and deathly silence.

In the front row, the masters of the inner eight halls and the outer eight halls are standing in jeopardy, with different expressions on their faces, either shocked, horrified, surprised, or angry...

And on the ground in the middle of the chamber, there is a corpse——

Yang Ting's body!

Looking intently, Yang Ting's body was covered in cuts and bruises, his neck bone was pinched off with great force, and his face had a deadly expression.

These high-level Hong Yi in the field were summoned temporarily.

Who would have thought that as soon as I entered it, I saw this shocking scene.

You know, Yang Ting is the grandson of the leader of their Hong Yi leader. He has a respectable position and is born with supernatural power. Even among the masters of Hong Yi, he is also the top existence.

For a time, the same question emerged in everyone's mind——

What kind of lunatic dared to kill Yang Ting on the territory of Huahai!

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

"Stick!"

At this moment, there was a heavy footstep, from far to near.

The next moment, in the eyes of everyone, there appeared a seventy-year-old elder, wearing a black Tang suit, his head was combed meticulously with silver threads.

With the lion's nose and tiger's mouth, the eagle and the wolf looked at him. Even though he was old, his spine was still as straight as a sword.

Even at a certain distance, it always gives people the feeling of being domineering and sharp, like an optimistic pillar, which is beyond sight.

This old man is the leader of Hong Yi and the emperor of Huahai Underground World——

Yang Zhenkun!

He paced up to Yang Ting's corpse with no expression on his face.

But everyone knows that this is the calm before the storm.

Suddenly, Yang Zhenkun scanned the audience, his eyes sharp as a knife, extremely cold.

The crowd of Hongyi big guys in the arena only felt as if they were being stared at by some terrifying beast, their hairs were erected, and their heads hung down. They did not dare to look at him at all.

At this time, Yang Zhenkun slowly said: "Do you know what is the most painful thing in this world?"

There was silence in the court, and no one dared to answer.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a strong murderous aura, centered on his body, surged in all directions.

In the huge conference hall, the temperature dropped to freezing point, and some even shivered and their teeth trembled.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Zhenkun's eyes were red, like an angry lion, gritted his teeth and uttered a word--

"The most painful thing in this world is-a person with white hair gives a person with black hair!"