CHAPTER 425: CHAPTER 425: MENG YINGLONG’S SUICIDE

Inside the base, both Meng Yinglong and the butler looked extremely grim.

They racked their brains but couldn’t fathom how such a thing could happen. The assassination plot they painstakingly devised was over just like that. Not only did they fail to kill the target, but they also lost the foundation that allowed the Lone Wolf Mercenary Corps to survive. The loss was too great.

Meng Yinglong was filled with regret. If he had known, he wouldn’t have tortured Ye Fan and Mengyao in such a manner, but would have chosen another way to vent his anger. But it’s all too late; there’s no remedy for regret in the world.

His only hope now was for Scorpion to return safely. If that happened, the Lone Wolf Mercenary Corps would still have a major pillar. Even if the business shrinks, it wouldn’t go so far as to be destroyed.

"Master, we just received the news—Scorpion is dead," the butler reported with a heavy heart.

"I so hoped that Scorpion would survive." Meng Yinglong’s expression turned grim, his eyes clouded to the extreme.

No matter how many ways you put it, it’s all useless now. At this point, they could only swallow the bitter pill.

With all four captains dead, the fate of the Lone Wolf Mercenary Corps is bleak. Their status in the Underworld will plummet. And this is even without considering Ye Fan’s killing intent. It’s certain they will suffer suppression from other forces. If Ye Fan comes to settle accounts, then the downfall of the Lone Wolf Mercenary Corps isn’t far off.

"Master, for your safety, we should find a safe place to hide first," the butler urged worryingly.

"A safe place?" Meng Yinglong laughed bitterly, self-deprecating as he said, "The Ba Country is vast, but there’s no place for me. Kasam, Yahward, and Farhadi each dominate an area, and they hold Ye Fan in such high regard. If the three forces learn of my actions, they will certainly kill me to ally with Ye Fan. By then, the entire Ba Country will be enemy territory for me."

"You are so right. If we had killed Ye Fan and Mengyao, Farhadi and Yahward would have treated you as an honored guest, after all, you’d have helped them remove Kasam’s people," the butler anxiously said. "So what should we do now? Just let Ye Fan come for revenge? Our base is no longer a secret to Ye Fan; we must be on guard."

The base is heavily guarded. Even if Ye Fan had extraordinary abilities, I doubt he would dare to infiltrate. Even if he could get in, there’s no way he’d make it out alive, so for now, we’re still safe," Meng Yinglong rationally analyzed. "Moreover, with the Primitive Forest nearby, even if Ye Fan leads a large force to attack, we can escape into the deep mountains and he wouldn’t be able to do anything to us."

His reasoning wasn’t without merit. How could anyone break into the base alone?

Though Meng Yinglong was wary of Ye Fan, he also believed Ye Fan wouldn’t be that bold.

"Master, your foresight is admirable. At this time, staying at the core of the base is indeed the safest," the butler thought for a moment and conceded to his master’s reasoning. He also believed Ye Fan wouldn’t dare come to the base, as that would be suicidal.

"Who is it?" At this moment, both Meng Yinglong and the butler’s expressions changed.

Their pupils followed the direction of the footsteps.

In that instant, both were dumbfounded, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Ye Fan, it’s you, how dare you!" Meng Yinglong was shocked. Just now, they were saying how Ye Fan wouldn’t dare come to the most secure base, and in the blink of an eye, such a change occurred. It was utterly astonishing.

"How dare you come here!" The butler pointed at Ye Fan, glaring angrily.

"A mere broken base, I wouldn’t even take it seriously." Ye Fan sneered, his voice cold. "It’s time to send you to the Western Paradise."

Meng Yinglong’s body slumped, collapsing into a seat. Though he prided himself as a formidable figure with great talent and strategy, in front of Ye Fan, he felt utterly despondent.

"I never imagined, never could have imagined, that you’d have such audacity. I have so many people here; aren’t you afraid of dying? Aren’t you afraid of being shot to death?" Meng Yinglong threatened weakly.

"Facing death, yet still boasting; how ignorant," Ye Fan approached Meng Yinglong, exuding a murderous aura.

A torrent of killing intent, as if tangible, enveloped Meng Yinglong and the butler, causing them both to shudder, their souls in shock.

"Master, go quickly. I’ll hold him off for a moment," the butler shielded Meng Yinglong, attempting to create an escape opportunity.

"Overestimating yourself." Ye Fan struck ruthlessly, sending a punch towards the butler.

The butler combined his fists and kicks, attacking with all his might. In terms of combat prowess, as Meng Yinglong’s personal guard, he was not inferior to a strongman like War Wolf.

"Bang!" Faced with Ye Fan’s unstoppable punch, the butler had no choice but to take it head-on.

Yet, just this one punch cost the butler half his life. Ye Fan’s aggressive attack naturally left Meng Yinglong no chance to escape, nor any possibility of being protected by layers of Lone Wolf Mercenary Corps members. Thus, the killing intent was unmatched.

"Crack!" The butler’s bones shattered in a compound fracture, pain surged through his entire arm, and he screamed while retreating.

Ye Fan gave him no chance to catch his breath, delivering a swift kick to the butler’s neck, ending his life. The butler’s eyes widened in death, with no doubt of what befell him.

Meng Yinglong showed a look of grief, watching the butler die brutally, he could do nothing. About the butler’s plea to flee, he turned a deaf ear. If there had been a chance, he would have escaped, but having witnessed Ye Fan’s formidable power, how could he escape?

Rather than needless struggle, it was better to die swiftly.

Though a formidable figure, even in death, he would not beg for mercy, nor be like a dog that has lost its master.

"I have a question. Can you answer it for me?" Meng Yinglong looked at Ye Fan, who was approaching, dejectedly inquired.

"What is it?" Ye Fan said calmly.

"Who exactly are you? I checked your background; there’s no way you’re just an ordinary person." Meng Yinglong said.

"Many people wonder who I am, but those who know my identity must die," Ye Fan said coolly, "Enough talk, prepare to die."

"Stop." Meng Yinglong shouted, pulling out a gun, hysterically said, "I admit I’ve wronged you before by not taking you seriously, and that’s my biggest mistake. However, you can’t possibly kill me."

"Do you think a gun in your hand can stop me?" Ye Fan mocked.

"You’re wrong. I pride myself as a hero of a generation, yet I’ve fallen at your hands, completely. But even in death, I won’t die by your hand." Meng Yinglong said, then shot himself in the head.

He committed suicide.

Knowing death was inevitable, he chose to end his own life.