"Is that so?" Ye Fan's smile deepened.
His smile did not waver as he stepped down the steps and slowly headed towards Xur He.
"What you've just said might have the power to send others falling to their knees, but they mean nothing to me." Ye Fan's condescending laugh reverberated in the air.
Xur He was furious.
"What a brazen and stubborn fool! How dare you speak so audaciously in your final moments!" Xur He raised his hand and barked out an order to the warriors standing behind him. "Men, here are my orders. This evil man has committed grievous crimes that include arson, injury to others, and robbery. He has also murdered someone in public. He is beyond redemption. The people of Jiangdong have suffered his evil deeds for too long. Today, I shall enact justice on behalf of the heavens and kill this evil scoundrel. Men, I order you to shoot him down!"
Upon his orders, dozens of warriors raised their rifles, loaded their weapons and aimed.
Dozens of semi-automatic rifles were pointed at Ye Fan.
With their muzzles aimed at Ye Fan, these weapons were akin to death's scythes that surrounded Ye Fan and had him trapped.
"This is the end for you, punk. You had it coming. It's your fault for killing Shao-Hua and for offending someone you should not have offended. You will pay for his death with your blood. You will be the sacrifice that I'm going to offer to my nephew to appease his soul in heaven!"
A smile appeared on Xur He's face. It was filled with smugness and satisfaction at finally having gotten his vengeance.
He could imagine the blood that was going to flow before his eyes the next moment.
After all, even if this so-called Mr Chu had a head and limbs made of metal, he couldn't possibly survive an attack from a vast military force.
"Is this really the end? What a pity though. He's still so young," sighed Wu Wei-Tao softly as he shook his head and observed the scene unfold from afar.
His eyes were filled with sympathy and compassion as he stared at Ye Fan.
Dozens of soldiers fired their rifles and let loose a deafening series of shots.
Hundreds of bullets sped across the skies and pierced the air as they charged towards Ye Fan.
"Ye Fan!"
"Mr Chu!"
Countless screams sounded outside the Haiyuan Restaurant.
Qiu Mu-Cheng's eyes had grown red with worry. She looked like she was on the verge of tears.
Chen Ao and the others had squeezed their eyes shut in fright.
They didn't want to witness the sight of Ye Fan being riddled with bullets.
"Why? Why wouldn't you listen? Mr Chu, you're just a man. How can you win a fight against an entire army?” Chen Ao's heart spasmed painfully as he moaned to himself.
He expected to hear Ye Fan's agonizing cries of pain the next moment.
He was surprised when he didn't.
In fact, he didn't hear the sound of Ye Fan's body falling to the ground either.
The whole world seemed to have come to a standstill.
A sudden and extraordinary silence descended upon them.
Confused, Chen Ao opened his eyes to see what was going on.
Shock rippled through his body instantly.
His eyes widened.
Everyone else were equally shocked.
Shen Fei was gaping while Old Master Xia was staring with eyes as wide as saucers.
Li Er and the others appeared to have lost their ability to breathe.
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