My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 1085: Spare Us, Master Ye

"Block all escape routes, surround them for me, don’t let Ye Fan and Qiu Wen leave, we must kill them here." The gambler shouted excitedly. To him, Ye Fan and Qiu Wen were courting death, and he naturally wanted to oblige.

"The Thirteenth Elder forbade us from attacking Ye Fan, advising us to plan carefully, but since Ye Fan took the initiative to attack us, the Thirteenth Elder can’t blame anyone. Killing Ye Fan is a counterattack measure, not an active provocation." Guo Fengxian’s intent to kill Ye Fan was strong, and he had found an excuse that the Thirteenth Elder could not reprimand.

"..." The bodyguard, who had come to report, was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Guo Fengxian and the gambler.

"What are you standing there for? Come with me, surround and kill Ye Fan." The gambler glared at the daydreaming bodyguard.

"Patriarch!" This bodyguard belonged to the Guo Family, and he looked at Guo Fengxian complicatedly, reminding him, "Patriarch, Ye Fan and Qiu Wen are unstoppable, they’ve already fought their way in. As soon as they encountered our people, they attacked without a word, and over ten of our people have already been killed or injured. We are simply no match for them."

"Nonsense, as they say, ’two fists are no match for four hands’. There are only two of them, and we have nearly a hundred experts here, each of whom is battle-hardened, how could we possibly be afraid of two people?" Guo Fengxian frowned, clearly displeased with the bodyguard’s reminder.

"Your safety is paramount; I think it’s best to retreat for now and avoid the confrontation." The bodyguard sincerely suggested.

"You useless thing, at such a critical moment you’re not thinking of helping me solve problems, but instead shaking the morale of my army." Guo Fengxian’s gaze turned cold, "Don’t say such things again, if you dare to utter nonsense again, I won’t spare you."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The bodyguard bowed his head bitterly; he had fulfilled his duty, and since his master insisted, he had nothing more to say.

Guo Fengxian and the gambler left the room, both full of spirit, their murderous intent bursting, with a group of bodyguards following behind.

In the corridor, Ye Fan and Qiu Wen were locked in a chaotic fight with a large number of bodyguards.

In Ye Fan and Qiu Wen’s hands, these bodyguards were powerless, constantly falling under the pair’s fierce attacks.

"What... what... what?" The previously smug gambler was speechless as he looked at the bodies on the ground, and his own people showing fear, and then at Ye Fan and Qiu Wen wreaking havoc like War Gods, unstoppable in their advance.

"How could this happen?" The gambler, trembling with fear, looked at Guo Fengxian, shocked, "Guo brother, what should we do?"

It was clear that Guo Fengxian’s soul had already left him; he was scared out of his wits, shaking all over.

The gambler’s question went unheard by Guo Fengxian.

"Guo brother!" The gambler raised his voice, yelling.

"What?" Guo Fengxian looked at the gambler, panicking.

"How can that damned bastard Ye Fan be so strong?" The gambler exclaimed, "He’s simply not human, how could one person have such terrifying combat power, he’s just a killing machine."

"Isn’t he?" Guo Fengxian was about to cry, speaking in a daze, "Aren’t our people strong enough? But compared to Ye Fan, it’s like the difference between a baby and an adult." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"What should we do next? At this rate, we’ll end up becoming vengeful spirits too." The gambler was utterly confused.

"Run, yes, we must run, we absolutely cannot fall into Ye Fan’s hands, or else we’ll certainly die." Guo Fengxian hurriedly said.

"But, the way out is blocked by Ye Fan, how can we escape?" The gambler’s head buzzed in fear.

"The elevator, take the elevator, quickly." Guo Fengxian seized this lifeline.

Guo Fengxian and the gambler began their escape, running towards the elevator, surrounded by more than ten personal bodyguards.

The other bodyguards were of no concern to the two of them now.

These bodyguards were doing their utmost to resist Ye Fan and Qiu Wen’s attacks.

Moments later, the corridor was filled with bodies, and all the bodyguards were dead.

Ye Fan and Qiu Wen continued forward, the bloody corpses behind them casting an extremely eerie chill.

Beside the elevator, the gambler and Guo Fengxian trembled all over.

"You useless fools, didn’t even know the elevator’s broken, you cowards, do you want to get us killed?" The gambler yelled.

"Ye Fan came prepared, not regarding us at all. It’s laughable that we thought we could kill Ye Fan, what a huge joke." Guo Fengxian murmured bitterly.

With the elevator broken, the gambler and Guo Fengxian had reached a dead end.

Only now did they realize how weak and insignificant they were in front of Ye Fan.

At this moment, the two shrank their bodies behind the bodyguards and trembled, their intestines filled with regret. Had they known today would come, they wouldn’t have acted so overconfidently and provoked Ye Fan.

As Ye Fan and Qiu Wen’s figures approached, the footsteps sounded like the ticking of a death clock in their hearts.

The remaining bodyguards were in a pitiful state, extremely fearful.

"Ye Fan, no, Brother Ye, Master Ye, we’re all civilized people here, please don’t be violent." The gambler pleaded miserably.

"Gentlemen use words, not fists. Master Ye must have a purpose for coming here, let’s sit down and brew some tea to discuss this thoroughly, don’t act rashly, rashness is the devil, Master Ye, what do you think?" Guo Fengxian’s face-changing speed was astonishing.

"Weren’t you going to kill me?" Ye Fan spoke coldly.

"How could we dare, how could we dare to be so arrogant in front of Master Ye, it’s a misunderstanding, definitely a misunderstanding." Guo Fengxian had no bottom line in the face of life and death, long gone was the dignity of being the Guo Family Patriarch. Before inheriting Guo Xiong’s position to become the new patriarch, he had never been valued within the family and had suffered much derision, so he was skillful in the art of seeing which way the wind blows.

"Master Ye, let’s talk this over, shall we?" The gambler’s face turned purple, then black.

As a gambler, he had roamed the underworld before gaining fame, naturally experiencing much of human warmth and coldness, but now that his life was at stake, his usual bullying abilities had vanished without a trace.

"Cowards who fear the strong and bully the weak." Qiu Wen sneered, her face expressionless.

"Miss Qiu is absolutely right, we are cowards." Guo Fengxian promptly agreed.

"Miss Qiu has keen insight to naturally discern our poor character, so we hope Miss Qiu will not be offended by us." The gambler pleaded.

"Do you think lowering your posture and saying a few soft words will make me spare you?" Ye Fan mocked.

"Spare us, Mr. Ye, we have our difficulties too. From now on, we will follow Mr. Ye’s orders, not daring to defy. If we do, may lightning strike us dead." Guo Fengxian’s posture was even lower.

"Please show mercy, Mr. Ye." The gambler pleaded bitterly.