C40

When he was in his twenties, this was the first time that Yang Fan had been pointed at the head with a crossbow. Although crossbows were not as famous as firearms, their lethality was not the least bit inferior to firearms. Even if you could fight, you would be shot down by a crossbow.

"Right at this moment, the young man who was last thrown down by Yang Fan with the short axe staggered to his feet. Among the four of them, he suffered the lightest injury, only his breastbone was cracked.

"Qiangzi, cuff him." The man in shades shouted to the young man, who was still in a daze, as he just got up.

The young man called Hadron shook his head. When he saw Yang Fan standing between the two cars, he immediately took out a pair of plastic handcuffs from his waist, stepped forward, and cut both of Yang Fan's hands behind his back.

After he was handcuffed, he forcefully pushed Yang Fan away, "Son of a b * tch, hurry up and f * ck off. How dare you injure this daddy. This daddy will skin you with his own hands later!"

Yang Fan was pushed to the front of the Wrangler. The man in shades poked him in the chest with the crossbow, and said with a gentle smile, "Young man, you sure have some skill. You actually beat me to four men. You really can't judge a book by its cover." "Come on, let's get in the car and talk.

Yang Fan silently followed the two crossbowmen into the car. Qiang Zi turned around and started to treat the wounds of his three accomplices on the ground. Two of them had been shot and one had been cut by Yang Fan's short axe.

"Speak. Tell me what I want to know. Perhaps if I am happy, it is possible for me to spare your life." The sunglasses guy calmly used his crossbow to poke Yang Fan in the chest, just like a cat that had caught a mouse. Before eating its prey, he would always play around until he was satisfied.

"Don't you guys want to know the recipe of the wine? Since I'm in your hands, you guys will definitely tell me. But, can you tell me who sent you guys?" Yang Fan didn't tremble in fear like the man in shades had imagined, nor did he cry or beg them to let him off. He didn't hold his neck up and act like a hero either. Instead, he expressionlessly raised his own question.

"Oh? Aren't you afraid of death? " The man in shades unexpectedly looked into Yang Fan's eyes, wanting to see the fear and panic hidden within.

However, the man in shades was destined to be disappointed. What he saw in Yang Fan's eyes wasn't panic, nor was it fear, nor was it anger. Instead, it was a kind of sudden change, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"F * ck, little bastard, don't be so arrogant. Being in my hands today is your biggest mistake. I will definitely let you taste what it means to beg for death!"

The man in shades started to panic, he angrily poked Yang Fan's chest with his crossbow, then shouted, "Hurry up and bring those trash into that golden cup and drive with us. This is a mountain road, if anyone comes over, we'll have to kill them."

With that, the man in shades said to the other ballista in the driver's seat, "Drive the car back to that platform and turn around. We'll talk about this after we get back to the city."

"You really don't want to tell me who sent them?"

Right at this moment, Yang Fan's voice sounded out once more. His voice was no longer as calm as before, but filled with indifference. Even the sunglasses-wearing man, who had been drenched in blood for a long time, felt a chill run down his spine.

"F * ck, shut up!" The man in shades bellowed and raised his crossbow, smashing it towards Yang Fan's head. If this hit him hard enough, Yang Fan would definitely be in trouble.

However, in the next second, the man in shades became dumbstruck. After being punched in the temple by Yang Fan, he felt the sky spin and the earth spin. He immediately lost consciousness.

The other ballista raised his hand to viciously hit Yang Fan, but to his horror, he realized that his movement was a bit too slow. The crossbow in his hand seemed to have suddenly become several times heavier, and before he could figure out what was going on, Yang Fan had already punched him in the temple.

The instant Yang Fan attacked, he used his spirit body to bind the other party's crossbow, causing them to be unable to even raise their arms, let alone shoot at him.

Yang Fan pulled the driver to the back of the car and himself sat in the driver's seat. He lit a fire and drove forward for a distance, almost touching his golden cup.

After a period of time of training, Yang Fan's spirit body was able to quickly grow. It was able to control anything within three meters of his body in reality, regardless of whether it was a living being or a dead one, as long as it wasn't too big, Yang Fan would be able to wrap the spirit body within within three meters of Yang Fan's body and put it into the space within the jade ornament.

The reason why the sunglasses-wearing man and the driver didn't fight back earlier was that Yang Fan was quite far away from the Wrangler, and was beyond the range of a spirit body to collect items.

The moment Yang Fan got close to the Wrangler, he had decided the fate of the man in shades and the other driver. Unless they had Yang Fan's unexpected ability, or immediately shot out a hand crossbow to kill Yang Fan, this would be the end of things. As long as Yang Fan's spirit body appeared, they could take care of him however they wanted.

Now that he had temporarily taken care of two of his men, Yang Fan was prepared to take care of Hadron and the other four thugs. He drove the Wrangler near the golden cup and immediately rushed out of the car, taking advantage of the fact that he was in the middle of taking care of a few of his comrades.

After calming his emotions, Yang Fan took out his phone and called Li Mingxuan.

As soon as the call connected, Yang Fan quickly said, "Brother Ming, it's me, it's Little Fan. A few guys tried to kill me, but I knocked them out. Hurry and bring them over, I'm on my way to Yang Shuigou!"

"What?" "Xiaofan, don't be in such a hurry. Wait a little longer, I'll be there shortly!" Li Mingxuan was on duty at the police station in Qingshan Town. When he heard that someone was going to kill Yang Fan, he panicked. He immediately called all the police officers, drove two police cars, and sped towards Yang Shuigou.

Not long after, two police cars pulled their sirens and appeared on the mountain road. Li Mingxuan had already arrived.

Yang Fan finally heaved a sigh of relief. It was not as if he had never thought of killing them directly, but if he did so, the risk was too high. He did not know who sent those guys, and he did not know who, but if he were to kill them directly, someone would definitely know that he was the culprit.