Ye Fan protected the Duanmu brothers and their family members.
Song Hongyan led people to surround the scene.
The two of them worked together in a tacit understanding, instantly turning the situation around and filling the hall with a sense of murder.
When Duan Mufeng and Duan Muyun saw Song Hongyan, they both whispered: "Mr. Song——"
"Suffer!"
Song Hongyan nodded slightly to Brother Duanmu: "Don't worry, it's okay, I'm here!"
The Song family's bodyguards pressed forward. There were not many of them, but they forced back the elite members of the Duanmu family.
Ye Fan saw Song Hongyan taking control of the whole place and stopped talking. He leaned over to treat the wounds on Yan Shuyan's family members.
Seeing the blood hole in Yan Shuyan's palm, Ye Fan's eyes turned cold.
He didn't expect that the Duanmu family would be so ruthless.
At the same time, Ye Fan sighed. The art village was too big and the information was not as well-informed as local snakes. It took him a while to find this location.
Then he quickly applied the red and white medicine on the other party.
As soon as the white medicine was applied, Yan Shuyan's pain quickly eased a lot, and her pale cheeks gained a little more color.
"Duanmu Feng, you two bastards, you still said you didn't collude with Song Hongyan?"
Duanmu Zhong hid behind Duanmu Qian and others while yelling at the Duanmu brothers:
"Now that everyone is supporting you, what else is there to make excuses for?"
"You betrayed the family and sold yourself to others for glory. I must kill your brothers."
Duanmuzhong also took out his mobile phone to take photos to identify evidence that the Duanmu brothers colluded with outsiders.
Brothers Duanmu Feng and Duan Muyun looked at each other and said nothing to explain.
At this moment, no matter how much they say, the Duanmu family will not believe it.
The most important thing is that they have given up on the Duanmu family.
They are willing to work for Song Hongyan and Ye Fan.
"Betraying the family? The seller seeks glory?"
Song Hongyan is wearing a windbreaker and her hair tied up, looking elegant yet powerful.
She led Yuan Qingyi and others forward slowly, looking at Duanmu Zhong and others with an indifferent smile:
"You Duanmu family are not qualified to say these eight words."
"The Dihao Bank belongs to the Tang family and belongs to me, Song Hongyan, but the Duanmu family wants to take it for themselves."
"What's even more shameless is that you are also trying to kill all the Duanmu brothers who were personally appointed by the Tang Sect."
"If you want to say death, it's your Duanmu family that deserves death."
"Third Young Master Duanmu, your Duanmu family killed all my people and killed dozens of family members and bodyguards. You must give me an explanation."
"If you can't give me the explanation I want, I can only seek justice for Brother Duanmu myself."
Song Hongyan is the major shareholder of Dihao, and the Duanmu brothers are agents of Dihao Bank. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are Song Hongyan's people.
Brother Duanmu's breathing was slightly rapid, and his heart felt inexplicably warm and at ease.
"This Emgrand Bank is not yours!"
Duanmu Zhong laughed angrily when he heard this, pointed his finger at Song Hongyan and said:
"You haven't exerted any effort or invested any funds, so you are not qualified to get it."
"It was built with the hard work of three generations of our Duanmu family."
"We won't let you take it!"
"Tonight, you either hand over Emgrand Bank, or you die here with Brother Duanmu!"
Young Master Duanmu, who only knew how to play tricks on one-third of an acre of land in the new country, felt emboldened to shout when he thought that there were nearly a hundred elites around him.
Song Hongyan waved her left hand: "Kill!"
Duanmuzhong also roared: "Shoot!"
Both sides immediately rioted.
"Whoosh!"
When the eight Duanmu gunmen rushed out and opened fire, Yuan Qingyi had already taken the lead and fired.
She was the first to break into the gunmen's camp.
The sword flashed, and blood shot out. As soon as the sword fell, the next sword rose again.
Yuan Qingyi turned one foot and swept the long sword in his right hand, like a crescent moon blooming.
Under the stunning figure, blood kept splattering.
"ah--"
The last scream rose sharply, and a green rainbow suddenly flew over, entered the mouth and penetrated the throat, and then stopped suddenly.
Eight Duanmu gunmen fell dead instantly.
"This woman... kill her!"
Duanmu Zhong's expression changed drastically and he subconsciously retreated.
Yuan Qingyi pressed forward directly.
With a flick of his left hand, a hidden sword flew out, piercing the eyes of a Duanmu who was holding a gun.
Duanmu screamed, his chest splattered with blood and he fell to the ground.
The weapon in his hand was also thrown away.
He wanted to speak, but a sword pierced his chest, and when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out from his throat.
"ah--"
Seeing how powerful Yuan Qingyi was, the movements of the hundreds of Duanmu elites froze.
"Whoosh——"
The next second, Yuan Qingyi was like a sharp arrow, nailing into Duanmu's camp.
The sharp sword in her hand began to shine.
A sword tip pierced one person's throat, and blood spurted out. Yuan Qingyi suddenly swiped back and stabbed another person in the heart.
Yuan Qingyi swept over the enemy's corpse like a gust of wind, like a hungry wolf crashing into the other enemies.
"Whoosh whoosh-"
The sharp sword was flying, and the sword saw blood. In less than a minute, Yuan Qingyi pierced the throats of thirty enemies.
Then, she moved her body again and advanced into the group of enemies in front of Duanmuzhong.
The sword light rose again, killing eight people immediately, and with a backhand sword, the protection in front of Duanmuzhong collapsed.
Fast, all of this can only be described with the word fast.
It has only been a minute since Yuan Qingyi took action, but in this time, more than forty people died in Yuan Qingyi's hands.
There was no shooting, no siege, just Yuan Qingyi's unilateral killing.
The formation was in chaos, and Duanmuzhong was shocked: "Kill her, kill her!"
"kill!"
Duanmuqian's eyes turned cold, and she rushed forward with a Swiss Army knife in hand.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
She stabbed Yuan Qingyi eight times in one breath.
The sword is sharp, and the sword calls for harm.
Facing Duanmu Qian's thunderous murderous intention, Yuan Qingyi simply struck out with a sharp sword.
To be continued...