to gently stroke Si Kong Yanran's back through her nightgown. The limbs of the nightgown were very soft and smooth, coupled with Si Kong Yanran's smooth skin, Ye Fan felt an extremely different feelin...Ye Fan's eyes narrowed, and his body suddenly emanated an aura that felt almost tangible. The surrounding air instantly solidified, but this feeling only lasted for a moment before it vanished without a trace. Ye Fan's expression returned to its carefree and nonchalant demeanor as if nothing had just happened.

Just now, the changes in Ye Fan's body shocked Tie Xiong's heart. He knew that the strong and compelling aura was murderous intent, and that such a concentrated degree of murderous intent meant this person had killed countless people. At the very least, he himself couldn't possibly emit such a powerful murderous intent.

Yan Wuque also secretly raised his defenses. He had fought Ye Fan before and naturally knew his skill. Now it seemed that his skill had surpassed that of Yanjing by a lot. Thankfully, these days he hadn't been idle either. He had trained diligently with his grandfather for many days. The special forces competition was about to begin, and his life-and-death struggle with Ye Fan was not over yet. It was said that in the special forces competition arena, even killing someone in public would not be held accountable. He wanted to cripple Ye Fan and his men one by one.

Now Ye Fan's strength seems to be on par with his own. Yan Wuque felt relieved in his heart, he still had a trump card to play tonight.

Tonight, if we can keep Ye Fan alive here, of course that's best. If not, he must also pay a heavy price.

When the Ninth Squad arrived with the Black man they surrounded, Ye Fan's face instantly darkened. His eyes fixed on Tutu, as if he could spit fire.

Tu Tu was seen with his head drooping, eyes slightly closed, and a look of pain on his face, as if he were enduring some immense suffering. His body clearly lacked any strength; he had been forcibly brought here by those from the Ninth Brigade.

Ye Fan couldn't imagine how good Tu Tu's physical condition was. Back then, after being so severely injured, he recovered with a little medicine from Murong Xue in less than a month and was able to move around like nothing had happened.

If it were simply a matter of brute strength, Ye Fan wouldn't have absolute confidence in defeating Tutu. But now he couldn't even walk, what kind of pain and torment had he endured

Ye Fan's heart was bleeding, his anger reaching its peak. However, his reason kept reminding him that he had to hold back no matter what. Tutu was still in their hands, and it was clear that Tutu had been poisoned by them. If they didn't have the antidote, even if he could save him, Tutu might not survive.

Only by capturing Yan Wuque and forcing them to hand over the antidote can we ensure that Tutu is safe.

Ye Fan was still a rational person, but his temper, more volatile than that of the fat man beside him, flared when he saw Tutu's appearance and the several thick iron chains bound to her. He couldn't help but rage, suddenly standing up and rushing towards Tutu.

Seeing the fatty's actions, Zhao Tai who was standing nearby also quickly stepped forward and stood in front of the fatty. If the fatty wanted to pass, he had to get past Zhao Tai first.

"Fatty, sit down." Ye Fan shot out like lightning, forcefully pulling back the obese man who was charging forward in rage. The fatty's leaning body recoiled immediately upon being grabbed by Ye Fan, showing that Ye Fan's grip wasn't light.

"Drink your wine," Ye Fan forcefully pressed the fat man onto his seat and slammed a bottle of wine in front of him.

The fat man didn't say a word. He kept a straight face and raised the bottle of liquor, gulping it down. Although his relationship with Tutu wasn't as close as his with Ye Fan, after getting to know each other these past few days, he had come to admire Tutu's way of doing things. Besides, Tutu was Ye Fan's person, and seeing him treated this way made the fat man furious.

Yan Wuque seemed not to have noticed their little movements. When Tuttu got closer, he smiled and said: "Let me introduce you, this black man is called Tuttu. He is a traitor from the original Dark Ghost. I was entrusted by the Dark Ghost to spend a lot of effort catching him. He is very skilled. In order to catch him, I sacrificed two members of the Ninth Legion."

"What he's truly skilled at isn't his physical prowess, but his training level. He was a former instructor for the Dark Phantom, and knows many effective training methods. I believe that any squad under his command would be transformed into a true special forces unit."

Yan Wuque spoke in great detail, fearing that Ye Fan didn't know the value of TuTu. He even went so far as to praise TuTu to the heavens and earth, telling Ye Fan how much effort he had put into capturing TuTu and what sacrifices he had made.

Ye Fan's face turned ashen, his expression grim to the extreme. His heart sank to the bottom of a well, and he clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could punch Yan into oblivion with one blow.

Ye Fan suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly, "Tutou is my brother."

When Tu Tu heard the word "brother," his originally dull and lifeless eyes suddenly brightened. His lips seemed to move slightly, but he didn't say anything.

And the glimmer in her eyes was also fleeting, fading away quickly. In its place was a gaze that was unfocused and scattered, empty and lifeless.

Yan Wu Que’s eyes widened in surprise as he exclaimed, “What He's Ye Shao's brother I truly didn’t know that. Come here! Quickly, give TuTu a seat.”

Seeing his surprised expression, he almost jumped up in front of everyone. Among them, only Liu Qin had an unspeakable doubt in her heart. This Yan Wuque's expression didn't seem to be fake at all. Could it be that he really didn't know this was a misunderstanding

Ye Fan coldly watched Yan Wuque's performance, but he didn't say anything. He knew that all of this was intentional by Yan Wuque, and the purpose was naturally to strike him.

Tie Xiong then dragged TuTu onto a chair and pressed him down. But just as TuTu's bottom touched the chair, his body trembled suddenly, and a barely audible muffled hum escaped from his nose. His face was full of pain.

Ye Fan's eyes were about to split. He actually saw that Tu Tu's feet were slowly oozing some bright red liquid. It was obvious that there must be a scar on his buttocks, and this fall had undoubtedly affected the wound. The wound that had already clotted immediately burst open, causing the bleeding to continue non-stop.

I don't know, how many wounds like this are there on Tutu's body

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, making a clicking sound. Yan, you dare to treat my brother like this I'll beat you half to death if I don't!

Yan Wuque was secretly enjoying Ye Fan's facial expressions in the shadows. He was extremely satisfied right now. Back in Beijing, every time he fought Ye Fan, he had suffered some hidden losses under his hands.identity in the company has always been kept secret, so few people inside the company know that he is the son of the second young master. The steward immediately reported to Ouyang Wudi: "And Ouyang M...