Han Siwei's voice sank: Come, take it away!

Eight companions stepped forward with indifference.

Take another step forward and don't blame me for shooting.

Song Hongyan stood in front of Ye Fan and shouted: To capture Ye Fan, Mrs. Zhao must nod.

She hadn't figured out the matter yet, but she absolutely believed in Ye Fan. Ye Fan said he didn't kill anyone, so naturally he didn't kill anyone.

Now he must have been framed. Once he is captured by Ye Tang, Ye Fan's situation will become very dangerous. After all, he has a grudge against Ye Jincheng.

In her tilt, more than a dozen Song bodyguards raised their guns and pointed at Han Siwei.

At the same time, dozens of Song family security personnel rushed out of the building, surrounding eight people with shotguns.

Mr. Song

Han Si's fingers ripped apart his clothes with a crack, revealing dozens of scars on his upper body, looking at Song Hongyan with fearlessness:

Ye Tang's people were born loyal to the country. The least feared was the sword and gun, and the least concern was the bullet and blood.

If Mr. Song wants to shoot, just greet me!
Chapter completed!