The Ultimate Devil's Magnificent CEO

PFFT!

He Yi stared in astonishment at the opponent he had just run through with his sword. It was unbelievable. 'Why did he stop at the last second?'

"Stop spacing out! Get ready to fight back!"

Just as He Yi was in a daze, a familiar voice rang out beside him. He turned his head and saw it was Fan. Moreover, the dense web of branches that had covered Fan's face was gone!

"You... you're okay now?" He Yi asked urgently while parrying the attacks of the remaining enemies. He had barely survived getting this far. But even if Fan had recovered, the two of them were hardly a match for the six opponents left!

"Not really, but we should be fine. A certain dumbass showed up!" Fan's skill was a hair weaker than He Yi's, and he was currently being forced back step by step, but his voice held a trace of excitement.

'A dumbass showed up?'

He Yi frowned, wondering who Fan was talking about.

In the dense woods, Zhou Fan, who had been about to make his move, nearly tripped and fell when he heard that.

'Fuck, I went through all this trouble and came all this way to save your ass, and this is how you talk about your old man?'

Zhou Fan decided not to rush things after all. He leaped up into a tree, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. He then calmly smoked as he watched the beleaguered Fan getting pushed around below.

Nearby, Li Xing and Li Yue had also gotten into position. They were on high alert, eyes glued to the fight, waiting for Zhou Fan to make his move.

Soon, facing a furious onslaught from the six assailants, Fan and He Yi were beginning to falter. Fan, in particular, was covered in cuts of all sizes and was in a sorry state.

"Where's this help you were talking about? If he doesn't show up soon, we're both goners!" He Yi, now covered in blood, shouted to Fan while dodging another attack.

"Damn it! He must've heard me and is holding a grudge, hiding somewhere enjoying the show!" Fan, who knew Zhou Fan pretty well, scanned the area but couldn't spot him anywhere. He had no choice but to shout, "I'm the dumbass!"

The assassins were all stunned for a second when they heard Fan. 'What does that mean?'

'Did we beat him stupid?'

'That can't be right. I don't remember hitting him in the head.'

But in that brief moment of confusion, a figure lunged down from directly above. Before they could react, a cold light flashed, and one of their comrades collapsed in a pool of blood.

The attacker then kicked off one of their bodies, using the momentum to launch himself toward another.

Before the one who'd been kicked could even regain his balance, two figures shot out from his left and right, striking at his throat and chest.

THUD!

In a mere instant, three men were down. The three remaining assassins were only just now snapping out of it.

But it was too late.

Zhou Fan closed in again, singling one out. Fan and He Yi also picked a target and attacked together, venting all the frustration from having been suppressed earlier.

The last one was already caught in a furious assault from Li Xing and Li Yue.

Three minutes later, the last three assassins were down. Zhou Fan's group had no intention of leaving any survivors; they knew it was nearly impossible to get valuable information from people like this.

"You're so petty!" Fan, completely spent, leaned against a large tree and slumped to the ground. He looked up at Zhou Fan, who was perfectly relaxed and completely unscathed.

"If I were petty, I wouldn't have grabbed these two girls and rushed over to save you the second I heard you were in trouble," Zhou Fan retorted with a sneer. As he spoke, he turned and used the corpses to teach the two sisters, pointing out which spots were ideal targets in close combat and which areas an opponent would instinctively protect.

"Did you see our vehicle on your way here?" He Yi asked as he also sat down to rest. He was the most exhausted of all.

"I saw it. Lingling Daoist and Elder White Tiger are there too. But I don't think you should count on going back. When the three of us arrived, there were some suspicious people near the vehicle. I suspect they're members of your Third Squad."

Zhou Fan said it casually, a simple statement, but he didn't phrase it as an absolute certainty. Whether they believed him or not was up to them.

'Members of the Third Squad!'

He Yi and Fan exchanged a glance, a bitter smile on both their faces. Who else would show up here at a time like this, witness Elder Dragon Soul's violent death, and just stand by indifferently?

The answer was obvious.