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All the people in black looked back and looked at each other with a blank face, "master, it's not us." Ye Zhishen was stunned. He reacted in an instant and looked back at the door.

Turning his head, a black muzzle stabbed him in the forehead.

"Third, why are you here?" A glimmer of surprise flashed in Ye Zhishen's eyes. He saw a group of people behind Ye Zhicheng. Among them, the two dead men who were sent to guard him were now being pressed on the ground by their arms.

However, he looked down on the third younger brother, and ye Zhishen's face was not very good-looking. If ye Zhicheng put his foot in the smooth thing, he might have a change. He squinted a little at the nearest dead man. The man immediately understood and put his hand into his trouser pocket.

"Don't move!" One of the men behind Ye Zhicheng pointed a gun at the dead man. At the same time, ye Zhicheng also noticed the man's movement. But now he and ye Zhishen are blocking the door. The people inside can't get out, and the people outside can't get in. He can't even take care of others. "Ye Zhen, how are you doing there?"

"I'm fine." Ye Zhen came out slowly from the surrounding circle. "The room is too crowded. I think we'd better go out and talk about it."

Ye Zhi takes a deep look at Ye Zhen, and then looks back at Ye Zhicheng. Everyone moves slowly out of the house.

The number of dead men in black was obviously less than that of Ye Zhicheng's men. Ye Zhicheng did not dare to relax his vigilance. He also knew that all the dead men would be killed. Even if their number was dominant, it would not be sure who would win or lose.

At present, we still need to focus on negotiation.

"Second brother, are you not afraid that others will know about your own son?"

In the yard, both sides have already put down their pistols, leaving a space in the middle, each divided into two groups. Ye Zhen stands by Ye Zhicheng.

Ye Zhicheng is still that pair of indifferent attitude, "others talk, that is they do not understand me. It's you, the third. I didn't expect you would help Ye Zhen. We are brothers. "

"Brother?" Ye Zhicheng seemed to hear something funny. He sneered coldly, "you know how my wife died at the beginning. You still have the face to say that we are brothers. I feel ashamed to have a brother like you!"

Ye Zhen frowns and looks at Ye Zhicheng. He has never heard of such a grudge between them before. He turns his head curiously and looks at Ye Zhishen.

"That's her fault. Who let her go to the mountain in the middle of the night and be killed as a wild animal? Third, ah Cheng has survived safely for so many years. Am I not tolerant enough to you? Don't you know that you are satisfied "

" A Cheng, a Cheng is able to live until now because of the protection of a Zhen and the old man. Don't make yourself noble! " Ye Zhicheng's body trembled slightly and said with gnashing teeth, "and my wife, it is clear that you sent someone to lead her to kill her because she broke your secret! You... "

" bang! "

Ye Zhishen suddenly took out the gun in his arms and fired a shot at the sky. For the first time, he had obvious coldness and anger, "enough, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

In a cafe not far from Ye's, Ye Cheng and Yun Xuan are sitting opposite each other. Ye Cheng's eyebrows suddenly wrinkle slightly and look in the direction of Ye's house through the window.

Yun Yan put down the cup and looked at Ye Cheng suspiciously, "what's the matter?"

"Sounds like a gun shot." Ye Cheng listened quietly for a long time, but the sound just now was gone.

"Maybe someone is hunting. Isn't there a hunting ground on the mountain nearby?" Yun Yan didn't hear it and didn't care.

"Maybe." Ye Cheng smiles and looks back at Xiang Yunyan. "Do you want something more? I'll order you another dessert?"

"Good."

At the moment, the situation of Ye's family is different from that just now. As soon as ye Zhishen's voice dropped, a group of people in black ran out of the back of the house, and then stood orderly on the side of Ye Zhishen. In this way, the number of people in Ye Zhishen's side is obviously more than that of Ye Zhicheng. He smiles triumphantly, "why do you think I have to gossip with you so much, third of all, you still haven't made any progress in all these years."

Ye Zhicheng looks at the other party's growing team, and his face changes greatly. He doesn't notice that ye Zhishen has fallen into the trap. He thinks that the dead man who just moved in the room just now is the informer.

However, the number of soldiers killed by the other side is less than that of their own. Ye Zhicheng didn't know what to do for a moment, so he had to look at Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen slightly shook his head, indicating that he would observe the change.

The head of a new group of black dead men is shuimen. Shuimen kneels on one knee in front of Ye Zhishen, "master."

"Well, just in time." Ye Zhishen touched his head, just like touching his dog. Ye Zhen saw this scene and frowned slightly, but heard Ye Zhishen say, "go and bring Ye Zhen here."

"Yes." Watergate did not hesitate to step down from the ground and walked towards Ye Zhen step by step. People on Ye Zhicheng's side pointed their guns at the water gate. However, the Watergate was not affected at all and continued to walk towards Ye Zhen with his head slightly lowered. All the people are holding their breath, do not know how Watergate will take Ye Zhen.When he comes to Ye Zhen, the Watergate raises his head and looks at Ye Zhen with cold green eyes.

"Young master, offended." With a sharp hook, the bright light in the air reveals the blade in the palm of his hand. Ye Zhen slightly turns his head, and the blade cuts across his cheek, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

Once the Watergate failed, he launched another attack, and Ye Zhen changed from avoiding at the beginning to taking the initiative to attack. It was difficult to distinguish the victory or defeat for a moment when the two people fought each other from each other.

However, Ye Zhen's martial arts skills are no better than Watergate, who is a bodyguard. As time goes on, his movements are gradually slow, and his body injuries are more and more, and he is slowly losing ground.

Ye Zhicheng is a little worried when he looks at him. A group of people are looking at him, and he is not good to help. He doubted that he had understood Ye Zhen's meaning just now, and he didn't want him to observe the change.

At present, Ye Zhen's duel with Watergate is also his duel with Ye Zhishen. If ye Zhen fails, he will lose completely. Ye Zhicheng can only pray in his heart that Ye Zhen can win the battle.

It's a pity that he didn't like it. After a few hundred rounds, Ye Zhen still failed, frowning and panting, and the blade of the Watergate was against his neck.