"Master Ye, the seven thousand disciples were divided into one hundred and fifty teams and launched an all-out attack on the three tycoons."
"Nangong No. 72 Mine and Ouyang No. 81 Mine have all been occupied by the Wu League."
"More than two hundred criminals were killed by us after our warning failed!"
"Ouyang Sangong Club and Nangong Sixth Court Casino were all taken down, and more than 600 people and one billion in cash were seized."
"Ouyang's house was breached, Nangong Garden was breached!"
"More than five hundred nephews and nephews of the two families were killed in the confrontation, and Nangong Fu and Ouyang Wuji were nowhere to be seen."
"The Murong family all gave up resistance and sat quietly on Feilai Peak to allow the Wu Alliance to enter."
"The whereabouts of Sun Xiucai and others are unknown..."
At dawn, Ye Fan stood in the office of the president of the Jincheng Martial League, looking down at the city shrouded in the cold wind.
Yuan Qingyi knocked on the door and walked in, telling Ye Fan one by one about last night's results.
"Did the Murong family give up resistance?"
Ye Fan's face became calm at first, and the result of the counterattack against the two families was already expected.
He didn't die on the street near Liu's house, but when the three tycoons and others suffered the consequences.
The dying struggles of the Nangong family and the Ouyang family are also in Ye Fan's judgment.
No matter how scared those extremely vicious guys are, they will never be restrained.
But no matter if they resist, there will be no pressure for the Wu Alliance to take action.
Just hearing that the Murong family gave up resistance, Ye Fan's eyes became more interested: "No resistance at all?"
"No!"
Yuan Qingyi shook his head gently: "Thirty Murong properties and Murong gardens add up to more than a thousand people."
"There is no resistance, no obstruction, let the Wu League occupy it."
"And their core nephews and backbone did not run away or hide."
"By the way, their account assets have not been transferred. More than 20 billion in cash is lying in the Murong family's account."
"They are completely different from the Nangong and Ouyang families."
"It's just that the Wu Meng asked them to hand over Sun Xiucai, but they all shook their heads and said they didn't know."
"The Wu Meng couldn't figure out their intentions for a while, and when they saw their cooperation, they didn't kill them for the time being, but tied them up."
Yuan Qingyi told Ye Fan about Murong Yimai's reaction.
"When they besieged me, the Murong family contributed a lot."
Ye Fan turned around and looked at Yuan Qingyi, with a hint of amusement on his face:
"Several groups of people who fired cold arrows, as well as the wall of shields that finally blocked the street, are all elites sent by the Murong family."
"Now, the Murong family has given up resistance, transferred their property, and sent away their core nephews..."
"Do they not want to do useless work and wait for death, or do they want me to help them survive?"
He was searching for the answer.
"I can't see through either."
Yuan Qingyi rubbed his head: "What happened in the past two days was so sudden that my brain was not full for the moment."
At this moment, there was a noise outside the window, accompanied by shouts and shouts.
Ye Fan turned around and saw a convoy entering the Wu Meng, but was stopped by the children of the Wu Meng.
Moreover, a large number of disciples from the Wumeng League were dispatched and surrounded the entire convoy on three levels, inside and outside.
Apparently hostile people came.
Yuan Qingyi took a step forward and took a quick look: "It seems to be the license plate of the Murong family..."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Murong family? Actively seeking death?"
"Master Ye!"
Not long after, Wu Fu ran in out of breath: "Murong Yanran asked for a meeting and brought dozens of coffins."
Ye Fan said calmly: "Murong Yanran? What is your identity?"
"Murong Yanran, Murong Wuxin's granddaughter and only granddaughter."
Upon hearing Ye Fan's inquiry, Wu Fu immediately responded respectfully:
"Although Murong Wuxin is one of the three tycoons in West China and has many nephews and backbones, the number of people in his direct lineage is withering."
"When he was young, he had four women and gave birth to six sons."
"Five of the sons had accidents before they were 18 years old."
"A car accident, a drowning, a heart attack, a fight, a plane crash."
"In short, the five sons died early, and the only eldest son who was a bit stupid lived to be twenty-five."
"This stupid eldest son also married a wife and gave birth to twin sons and a daughter."
"But the twist of fate was that after giving birth to my daughter, my foolish son went up the mountain to worship Buddha. He accidentally stepped on the air and fell off a cliff to his death."
"Then his wife also died of grief and depression."
"When the twin boys were fifteen, they went hunting in East Africa and encountered a group of lions whose bodies were completely wiped out."
"In the end, out of all the second and third generations of Murong, only Murong Yanran was left."
"Murong Wuxin thought that it was because he killed too much when he was young, which led to the bad consequences."
"So after his twin grandsons died, he built a temple at Feilai Peak and hid in it. He didn't go out for almost ten years."
"Murong Yanran studied and grew up with Sun Xiucai and others in the Murong Group. Not long ago, she flew to Hong Kong City to attend the business alliance meeting."
"Now that Murong Wuxin is in trouble, Murong Yanran has to come back to take charge of the overall situation."
Wu Fu briefly told Ye Fan the gossip about the Murong family and the origin of Murong Yanran.
"Six sons and two grandsons are all dead. Old Murong, the white-haired man, gave enough to the black-haired man."
Ye Fan looked surprised after hearing this.
The Murong family is the head of the three tycoons. They have many people and a lot of money, and their children and nephews seem to be prosperous, but they didn't expect that all of their immediate family members are about to die.
No wonder Murong Wuxin wanted to eat fast and chant Buddha's name. It turned out that he had suffered too many blows in life.
Then, he turned around and went out: "Let's go and meet Murong Yanran."
Ye Fan wanted to see what the meaning of this Murong woman, who was blessed with great fortune, was to bring the coffin here today.
Soon, Ye Fan came outside.
He instantly attracted the attention of many people.
"Young Master Ye!"
The disciples of the Wu League dispersed like a tide, their eyes blazing and their expressions respectful.
Yuan Qingyi took a step forward and stood diagonally opposite Ye Fan. If something happened, she could block it in advance.
Ye Fan looked up and his vision was clear.
Not far away, I saw a woman in purple in her twenties standing in front of the motorcade.
Her hair was tied up, she was tall and beautiful, and she looked thin, but she stood still in the wind.
And behind her stood nearly a hundred tough men in black.
Next to the strong man in black, there are a pair of black coffins.
Ye Fan approaches.
The woman in purple also stepped forward and saluted: "Murong Yanran has met Young Master Ye."
Although the woman was beautiful, Ye Fan had no evil intentions and just looked at her lightly:
"What brings Miss Murong here?"
To be continued...