"I came here to apologize for him."

"This pulse bomb is my meeting gift to you."

"You must not take it off haphazardly."

"Otherwise, once the watch can't feel the pulse, you will explode into a pile of flesh and blood on the spot."

"This airport concourse will also be reduced to a pile of rubble."

"Don't question my words, I'm a professional."

"Good luck!"

The middle-aged man also wrote a name on Ace's palm: Eight-faced Buddha.

Ace's face instantly turned pale and he shouted: "Back off, everyone back off, pulse bomb!"

Pulse bomb?

A dozen armed men and Andre and others were stunned for a moment, then panicked and retreated dozens of meters.

Passengers all around were screaming, rolling and crawling out of the airport.

The middle-aged man walked up to Ye Fan and said: "Master Ye, let's go!"

Ye Fan looked around at the chaotic situation and smiled: "You are still thoughtful!"

Afterwards, Ye Fan kicked Andri and flew more than ten meters away, and quickly left the airport with Atagu and the others.

Soon, they got into the big black Mercedes-Benz prepared by the Eight-faced Buddha.

After closing the car door, the Eight-faced Buddha took off his mask and said respectfully: "Young Master Ye, you have had a hard journey."

"We don't have to work hard, but we let you take risks."
Chapter completed!