My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 1111: Stomped to Death

"Like a mad dog?" Hall muttered to himself in disbelief. He wasn’t bothered by Ye Fan’s insults, but what pained him deeply were his injuries. The agony from such a severe wound was something he never imagined in his worst nightmares.

Hall now felt like dying; his arm was in such a wretched state that even if it healed, his combat ability would be significantly reduced—a consequence he and the entire Hunting Squad Nine couldn’t bear.

"How did this happen? How could this happen?" Hall felt worse than eating filth; his torment-filled heart vexed him endlessly.

"Ye Fan, you’re so despicable. You were just sparring, so how could you hit so hard? Are you even human? Even a human knows their limits—you didn’t see the captain letting you win, did you? How could you be so rude and hit so viciously when people are off guard? You’re disgraceful."

"If the captain were to deal with you wholeheartedly, how could you act so arrogantly?"

"You’re a vile person who gains from petty acts, resorting to sneaky attacks; how could you stoop so low?"

The spectators criticized Ye Fan, naturally wanting to regain some face for the captain and restore some dignity for Hunting Squad Nine.

"Despicable scum!" Hall roared, his subordinates’ words resonating with him. Although he knew they were fabricating stories, he needed such distorted speech to motivate himself, making it easier to accept his reality.

"A bunch of ants, what makes you think you have the right to speak here?" Ye Fan rebuked the crowd and only then approached Hall, sneering coldly, "What? Do you still have the mood to mock me? Since you’re so idle, why don’t I teach you a few more moves?"

"What are you up to? What do you want to do?" Hall instinctively retreated, supporting his disabled arm. Ye Fan’s gaze was icy, genuinely instilling fear in him, making him issue threats: "Your victory over me was dishonorable to start with, and now you want more sparring? Even if there’s to be more sparring, it should wait until I’m healed. Asking for more now is taking advantage of my situation—an act of a scoundrel. I advise you to have some decency and not engage in such disgraceful conduct."

"You already said it was a dishonorable victory; so let me teach you a few moves, show you strength." Ye Fan remarked calmly, "No worries, you’ll certainly gain a lot—it’s rare someone as kind as me instructs you in skill."

"Don’t come any closer, I’m warning you, don’t come closer, I’m done sparring with you." Fear overwhelmed Hall, afraid of another beating from Ye Fan, as it would make life worse than death. He was already in a miserable state, unable to endure more pain.

He hastily added, "It’s not that your victory was dishonorable; you defeated me with dignity—I’m sincerely convinced. Is this enough? I won’t fight with you—can’t you accept that you’ve won? Your good intentions are acknowledged, but I don’t need your guidance."

"Your attitude suggests you’re just humoring me." Ye Fan sneered, "In that case, I have an obligation to properly guide you so you understand the true meaning of being sincerely convinced."

Ye Fan didn’t rush to kill Hall, as he had other motives—naturally wanting to torment Hall slowly, and then end his life. At that time, if the unruly Hunting Squad Nine were to gang up on him, it’s the scenario he hoped for.

Killing more members of Hunting Squad Nine was Ye Fan’s ultimate goal.

"Ye Fan, enough already; I’ve humiliated myself and pleaded—now that I’m in such a state, what more do you want?" Hall found that pleading was futile, now completely unable to fathom Ye Fan’s intentions, his heart a complex turmoil.

"What I want? You’ll know soon enough." As Ye Fan spoke, he suddenly accelerated and fiercely kicked upward toward Hall’s abdomen with one swift motion.

"Ow!" Hall cried out mournfully, his body curled into a shrimp-like form, being kicked flying.

"Boom!" His body landed heavily on the ground, accompanied by the trembling earth, causing dust to swirl into the air.

"What the hell do you want? What exactly do you want?" Tears ran down Hall’s face from pain as he lay on the ground, unable to stand up again.

Ye Fan’s kick was merciless, breaking his ribs, injuring his internal organs. He seemed to feel the shattering of his five viscera and six entrails, with a sense of impending death encroaching.

No longer did Hall have any goodwill toward Ye Fan, only anger and hatred remained.

"Splutter!" Blood mixed with froth sprayed out from Hall’s mouth.

"Ye Fan, you bastard, do you know what you’re doing?"

"You damned fool, you already beat the captain, how are you still striking?"

"The sparring is over, it’s already over, you fool of a donkey."

"Get away, stay away from the captain, you disregarding the rules of sparring, wantonly hitting harshly, do you mean to harm the captain?"

"Do you know this is shameless behavior—and only scoundrels like you could do such a thing."

"Damn it, where do you think you’re placing your foot?"

"Lift your foot, move your foot away from the captain’s body."

The onlookers shouted, having no goodwill toward Ye Fan, only malice and hostility.

Daring to trample the dignity of Hunting Squad Nine indiscriminately was intolerable—they must ensure Ye Fan pays.

Even if it means killing Ye Fan, it’s hardly an overreaction; this was their pressing thought.

As their collective fury reached a peak and they prepared to rush at Ye Fan with the intent to beat him to death, Ye Fan placed his foot on Hall’s chest, leaving them dumbfounded, ceasing any reckless actions with caution, fearing a single step from Ye Fan might end the captain’s life.

"Ye Fan, calm down?"

"Move your foot away from the captain’s body; did you hear us? We demand you remove your foot from the captain’s body."

"Don’t act impulsively, impulsiveness brings hell, a cost comes with it."

"For everyone’s sake, don’t do something foolish."

The onlookers no longer dared act recklessly; those initially moving forward in disorder cautiously retreated.

"You want to kill me?" Hall lay on the ground, looking up at Ye Fan who had his foot on his chest, questioning.

Finally, he understood why Ye Fan initiated the provocation—everything was for the purpose of killing him.

Yet understanding came too late; it couldn’t change the facts.

If he knew this earlier, he would have avoided Ye Fan.

"You’re not so foolish. I do indeed want to kill you." Ye Fan stated blandly.

"You dare kill me? Do you dare?" Hall asked confidently, "Can you withstand the wrath of Sky Net?"

"Do you think Sky Net would fall out with me for a minuscule ant like yourself?" Ye Fan mocked, "Why do you think the Fourth Elder hasn’t shown up at this moment?"

"Why?" Hall asked, unwilling to accept.

"Because you killed Gu Qiong, Sky Net can’t protect you." As Ye Fan finished speaking, he stomped down on Hall.