Yang Xin'er and other Xia people who were watching also had complicated expressions.

They were helpless because Ye Fan was not afraid of death. If Ye Fan was a little weaker, they could kidnap Ye Fan and leave.

"Sister Yuan, it seems we are going to be in trouble today."

Yang Xin'er stuck to Qin Foyuan's side, her hand holding the gun trembling:

"Even Young Master Wenren is intimidated. We can't bear it anymore and we may have to kneel down!"

"Yes, this is the opponent's territory. We don't have the courage to shoot. We are not as courageous as that Miss Song."

"Your moral conduct is far behind Mr. Song. If you continue to maintain a stalemate, you will only lose your life."

"Let's not overestimate our capabilities."

"Kneel down and cut off your hands and feet. Although it is shameful, you can save your life."

Yang Xin'er lowered the gun in her hand sadly: "Sister Yuan, let's kneel down and beg for mercy from Mr. Song."

Not as courageous as Song Hongyan?

Is Taoism too far behind her?

Kneel down and beg for mercy from Song Hongyan?

boom!

Yang Xin'er's words, Yang Xin'er's cowardice, and Yang Xin'er's stimulation instantly made Qin Foyuan's head heat up.

She has a prominent status, she holds a high position of power, and she is surrounded by stars. Two slaps are already a shame, and kneeling down is a stain in life.

If she knelt down and begged for mercy from Song Hongyan today, she would not be able to forgive herself, let alone have the shame to go back and see the people of Xia Kingdom.

How does the royal family see themselves?

How do powerful people view themselves?

How do the people see themselves?

What do your family and sisters think of you?

Will she, Qin Foyuan, still be qualified to be superior in the future?

The most important thing is, why does the person in charge of the third branch of the Tang Sect make her, a famous lady of the Xia Kingdom, kneel down and beg for mercy?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Thinking of this, Qin Foyuan snatched the gun from Yang Xin'er's hand with a snap.

She took a step forward and roared: "I'll kill you!"

Qin Foyuan pulled the trigger on Song Hongyan without saying a word.

"Whoosh——"

Ye Fan's eyes instantly turned cold and he flicked his fingers.

A silver needle flew.

"boom--"

Qin Foyuan felt pain, raised her arm, and the bullet hit the ceiling.

When the pieces of the eaves fell, the onlookers felt their eyes dazzled. Ye Fan was already close to Qin Foyuan.

Qin Foyuan tried to deflect the gun but it was too late.

A light touch in the hand.

Ye Fan snatched the gun from Qin Foyuan's hand.

Then, the gun was pointed at Qin Foyuan's eyebrows.

Qin Foyuan's whole body stiffened instantly.

Ye Fan shouted coldly: "Whoever kills my wife, die!"

Wenren Feipeng roared angrily: "Don't hurt Foyuan..."

"boom!"

Before Wenren Feipeng could finish his words, Ye Fan pulled the trigger directly.

A bullet penetrated Qin Foyuan's eyebrow.

Qin Foyuan's body swayed, her beautiful eyes widened, and she looked at Ye Fan in disbelief.

She seemed to have never imagined that Ye Fan would really dare to shoot her head off.

Wenren Feipeng saw this and roared: "Foyuan!"

He pressed the muzzle of his gun and shot at Ye Fan.

"Bang bang!"

Ye Fan turned his head to one side to avoid Wenren Feipeng's gun.

Then he raised his right hand and pressed the short spear against Wenren Feipeng's head.

Bang, a loud noise.
Chapter completed!