The next second, his left hand suddenly reached out, pinched the ghost assassin's wrist, broke it with a click, and then kicked him in the abdomen.

"Ah——" The pain was so severe that the ghost assassin instinctively groaned and twisted back.

Ye Fan grabbed the fruit knife with his backhand, pushed him against the wall with all his strength, and stabbed the ghost assassin in the throat bit by bit.

The ghost assassin is simply unable to resist.

His face was filled with anger and despair, but more importantly, he was helpless.

He watched helplessly as the cold thorn tip slowly penetrated his throat.

Ye Fan also left a message in his ear: "Have a good journey..." "Pounce--" The knife entered his throat, and a stream of blood spattered. The ghost assassin's body was shaken, his eyes widened and he slowly died.

He was unwilling, he was aggrieved, he didn't believe it, but his breath was gone and his whole body no longer had any strength.

Life is extinguished.

"Ding——" At this moment, the mobile phone in the ghost assassin's arms vibrated.

Ye Fan reached out and took it out and opened it.

An indifferent voice soon sounded on the other end of the phone: "Is Cai Lingzhi dead?"
Chapter completed!