Chapter 224: Chapter 221: Worse Than DeathYe Fan’s figure moved like lightning, and in a flash, he rushed towards Li Qianru, an overwhelming killing aura erupted, intimidating everyone in its presence.

    "How is this possible!" Li Qianru was dumbfounded, panic-stricken, the scene before her eyes was beyond her expectations and imagination.

    She would never have thought that such a scene would occur—clearly Ye Fan was already dead, she believed this without a doubt; her bullet was aimed straight at the heart, it should have ended Ye Fan’s life, yet Ye Fan was not only alive, but also so fierce.

    The sheer momentum of Ye Fan exuded a dangerous aura, at this moment, she felt like a little lamb in the mouth of a ferocious wolf, fearful and despairing.

    No matter how she racked her brains, she would never have guessed that the bullet did not enter Ye Fan’s heart.

    In that split-second moment.

    Li Qianru, seized by a huge shock, hurriedly responded, detecting lethal signals—after all, she had survived countless battles, her strength was not weak, and her ability to respond to danger was quite strong.

    The gun in her hand pointed once more at Ye Fan, meanwhile, her entire body seemed ready to spring forth like a poised arrow about to shoot.

    In a trance, every inch of Li Qianru was prepared for a fierce battle.

    "Die!" Li Qianru shouted fiercely, pouring out the terror within her body, concentrating it into murderous intent.

    "Overestimating yourself." Ye Fan smiled coldly, his gaze sharp as a hawk’s.

    "Snap!" With a swift kick, Ye Fan struck Li Qianru’s wrist, and her gun flew out, rendering her with no chance to aim at Ye Fan, much less the time to fire.

    The petite handgun traced an arc through the air, slowly moving.

    And from Ye Fan’s end, another kick immediately put down Li Qianru, who had just jumped up to counter Ye Fan’s attack.

    At the brink of life and death, Li Qianru fought fiercely, quickly rising with fists and feet to attempt a frontal kill of Ye Fan.

    Ye Fan reached out, gripping Li Qianru’s wrist, like steel wire whipping a willow branch; Li Qianru’s wrist bone immediately snapped with a crisp sound, both broken and shattered, leaving only a layer of skin wrapping the broken wrist.

    Li Qianru’s face twitched, she had no time to scream from pain, instead channeling the agony into savage combat strength.

    Once Ye Fan made a move, Li Qianru was destined to be swept away with the power of a storm, any attempt by her to resist was futile and powerless.

    Just as Li Qianru’s next attack was yet to launch, Ye Fan had already wrenched the broken arm around and simultaneously secured her intact hand.

    Thus, Li Qianru’s arms were restrained behind her back, forcefully controlled by Ye Fan.

    Li Qianru was ready to roll over, break free from Ye Fan’s hold, and launch her counter-attack.

    "Ah!" Li Qianru screamed hysterically.

    Ye Fan forcefully twisted Li Qianru’s arms until they snapped, bones fracturing cleanly at the shoulders.

    This pain, though Li Qianru had seen countless battlefield horrors, was enough to make her scream uncontrollably.

    Ye Fan did not stop his assault, his foot expertly delivering two strikes, breaking Li Qianru’s legs.

    Accompanied by Li Qianru’s pig-slaughtering like shrieks, Ye Fan released her, and she fell to the ground like that.

    Her bones breaking in both arms and legs, a situation far worse than having tendons severed.

    "You bastard, damn jerk, I curse your grandmother, may your whole family die horribly." Li Qianru cursed incessantly, nerves raw with agony.

    She now even considered wishing for death; in the past, if speaking of cruel killings, she had always been the perpetrator—when had such misfortune ever occurred to her? Yet now, Ye Fan had devastated her, crushing her quickly into a near-death state.

    No, this is countless times more miserable than death, she is now in a state where survival is unattainable and death is not an option.

    All this happened in a flash.

    Li Qianru lay on the ground, trembling like a boneless worm. S~ea??h the N?velFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Cursing, still daring to curse? I’ll show you what’s coming to you—plotting all along to kill me and ending up killing Shen Yahut, harming countless children—have you ever thought of today? Now I’ll let you understand what karma means." Ye Fan, cold in demeanor, applied a precise strike to Li Qianru’s mouth, knocking her jaw clean off.

    Li Qianru could no longer utter curses, convulsing silently.

    Having finished all this, Ye Fan finally calmed himself, gazed tenderly toward Chu Mengyao.

    At this moment, tears streamed down Chu Mengyao’s cheeks; her expression was a mix of crying and smiling, a complex beyond description, as if Li Qianru’s plight was invisible to her, she was dazedly staring at Ye Fan.

    When Ye Fan fell, she felt as if her heart and soul had been drained, consumed with powerlessness that frightened her, her mind blank, unsure of what to do.

    Li Qianru’s miserable state and screams seemed non-existent to Chu Mengyao.

    "Mengyao, it’s okay now, it’s all okay." Ye Fan approached Mengyao, lifting and supporting her to sit down.

    "Wah!" Chu Mengyao burst into tears, clinging tightly to Ye Fan.

    "It’s alright, everything is alright." Ye Fan comfortingly patted Chu Mengyao’s back.

    Chu Mengyao, with tears on her face, said, "You bad man, you scared me to death, I thought you were dead."

    "See, I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry, I won’t die." Ye Fan assured her.

    With a fierce bite, Chu Mengyao sunk her teeth into Ye Fan’s neck, drawing blood, she looked at Ye Fan with an empty stare, "Don’t ever scare me like that again, if you dare to, I’ll bite off your neck."

    "I won’t dare, never again." Ye Fan wiped away Mengyao’s tears, then advised, "This was the culprit who killed Shen Yahut, calm down a bit first; I’ll give Biyao a reminder, let Han Bihong and the others check what’s happening outside the villa—I guess Red Skull wouldn’t come alone to kill me, there might be someone waiting outside or a driver to pick her up. Once we deal with this, we can genuinely settle down and rest."

    "I want to kill her with my own hands, to avenge Shen Yahut." Chu Mengyao’s strong mental resilience helped her regain composure quickly, her loss of control only due to the fear of Ye Fan’s presumed death, but seeing him alive had shifted her focus.

    "Someone like Li Qianru, a scum, killing her would only dirty your hands."

    "I wouldn’t want your hands to be stained with scum’s blood."

    "Listen, after we’ve sorted out all possible remaining threats outside the villa, then we’ll deal with her, okay?"

    Ye Fan conciliatory softened his voice. He didn’t want to see Chu Mengyao cry again.

    "Alright, I won’t kill this scum." Chu Mengyao obediently nodded her head.