My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 966: The Hunter’s Target

Ye Fan and the eleven people on the opposite side were not in a scene of a life-and-death duel; the eleven people knew Ye Fan’s prowess—fighting him could only result in death, with no other possibility.

Therefore, Ye Fan was worried that the eleven might scatter in all directions, which would make killing them difficult; wiping out all eleven seemed impossible. If he pursued and hunted them down, he might only kill a few, wasting time in the process.

So he decided to provoke them, and unexpectedly, the eleven people played right into his hands.

Watching them curse endlessly and charge at him with a roar, he smirked and muttered, "This is the scene I’ve been waiting for, now all go to hell."

Ye Fan engaged in combat with the eleven.

As soon as they made contact, Ye Fan’s combat knife sliced through one person’s throat. This person clutched at his bleeding throat in shock, and once Ye Fan’s knife pierced another person’s heart, the man with the bleeding throat finally fell dead.

Ye Fan was like a bee leaping among flowers, his combat knife whirling and slashing, harvesting lives one by one.

In just an instant, five of the eleven were dead.

"Damn it, damn it, how is he so formidable? Every move is lethal," the remaining six rattled, in shock and horror.

The battle continued, Ye Fan moving like a rabbit, striking as fast as a thunderbolt. His knife was akin to the Grim Reaper’s blade, every slash drawing blood, every strike killing.

The remaining members of Hunting Team Nine were already terrified, utterly shaken.

Escape was unrealistic. Moreover, in this state of fear, they were too stunned to think of running.

Moments later, ten of the eleven were corpses lying on the ground in a bloody mess; the bodies of the two newly deceased still twitching, while the others were rapidly losing their remaining warmth.

"You low-born bastard!" The last remaining person was a Human Body Limit powerhouse, now yelling like a banshee, trying to recover a bit of his presence and vent his fear of death.

"You deserve to die." The knife in Ye Fan’s hand streaked past, silencing the Human Body Limit powerhouse’s voice. With several successive strikes, he severed the tendons in that person’s hand, punctured an artery, and finally stabbed through the mouth.

The Human Body Limit powerhouse fell to the ground, no longer able to curse. He felt the life slowly draining from him, his body wracked with agony, every cell screaming in pain.

"Devil, devil!" he shouted in his mind, now living a fate worse than death, unable to escape his misery.

He could only wait for death to approach and become a cold corpse.

This process, waiting to slowly approach death, was the most excruciating.

Ye Fan looked coldly at the ghastly figure of the Human Body Limit powerhouse, then began advancing forward.

A thousand meters away, two other Human Body Limit powerhouses and twenty Hunting Team members came into view.

As they came closer, upon finding Ye Fan blocking their path, they instinctively gathered together, as if believing the power of numbers could offer even a sliver of security. After all, the killing intent of a Forbidden Powerhouse was something none of them could withstand.

"Ye Fan, what are you doing here?" one of the Human Body Limit powerhouses at the front asked warily.

"I was thinking of pursuing Jonard, to find out where he’s hiding, but when I chased out, Jonard had vanished without a trace. Regardless, running into you all was a pleasant surprise, quite a nice bonus," Ye Fan replied, half-truthfully.

The members of Hunting Team Nine, especially the two Human Body Limit powerhouses, found Ye Fan’s words believable. After all, Ye Fan’s statement had no holes, and with Jonard’s keen intuition, even if Ye Fan pursued, he would still be discovered.

Ye Fan couldn’t detect Jonard’s whereabouts, so running into them was just bad luck for them, and quite fortunate for Ye Fan.

"Why? Do you plan to kill us?" one person sneered, his face full of mockery.

"I’m waiting for you to run, so I can hunt you slowly. It feels pretty good to play the role of a hunter." Ye Fan repeated his tactic, not rushing to attack, but waiting for their reaction.

"You, play the hunter?"

"Hunt us down?"

"You dare think that way!!"

"Such a delusional fantasy."

"Hahaha, hahahahaha..."

"That’s the most absurd joke I’ve heard. We’ve always been the hunters targeting prey; when did the prey ever set out to become the hunter, truly baffling."

The twenty-two members of Hunting Team Nine burst out with ridicule and laughter.

Sky Net’s hunting team was known for being hunters that hunted targets, conquering the hunting world.

But Ye Fan’s words made them think he was far too arrogant.

One of the Human Body Limit powerhouses scoffed, "We admit, combining all our strength isn’t a match for you, as you are a Forbidden Powerhouse, but to think of hunting us—it’s a pipedream."

"Enough talk, run quickly, I’m waiting to hunt." Ye Fan said impatiently.

The twenty-two glared at Ye Fan furiously; if looks could kill, they would have ripped Ye Fan apart.

"You ten, hold him off, give your lives to delay him," ordered one of the Human Body Limit powerhouses.

"Yes!" Immediately, ten people stepped forward to block Ye Fan’s way.

"Want to make us prey? Get rid of that idea. Hunters are always us, and you’re just a miserable prey. I guess you won’t struggle for long before entering our trap; even if we sacrifice some comrades’ lives, it won’t break our identity as hunters," one of the Human Body Limit powerhouses said with a smile.

Then, the two Human Body Limit powerhouses and the remaining ten members quickly chose a direction and fled.

The ten members of Hunting Team Nine were tasked with holding Ye Fan off.

Letting Ye Fan chase them was not something they wished for.

But the undeniable fact was that they couldn’t all escape unscathed; some would inevitably be lost.

Therefore, to dispel Ye Fan’s notion of being the hunter and ensure the hunting team didn’t become prey, they made necessary sacrifices to create escape space for others, which was indeed strategic.

"I appreciate those of you who sacrifice yourselves for the greater good without hesitation; killing you would be the highest respect for you. I won’t betray your dedication to die," Ye Fan said as his figure swiftly shot forward to attack.

The ten exhausted every effort, fighting for their lives.