My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 967: Hunt

Under the night sky, in a small forest, a group of people fled as if their lives depended on it, an uneasy emotion filling their hearts. They couldn’t care less about anything else, just wanting to escape as quickly as possible, as if even a second’s delay would bring them the threat of death.

At this moment, they wished they could sprout wings and fly away, only then could they escape this life-and-death catastrophe.

Anxiety and panic welled up within them, spreading throughout their entire bodies.

Infected by these emotions, it seemed as if the small forest under the night sky was also filled with a murderous and deathly silent aura.

The fleeing group had widened the distance between them, but their goal was clear: to keep moving forward in an attempt to escape from the deadly atmosphere behind them.

Heavy footsteps and labored breathing echoed through the forest.

A figure pursued them from behind, swinging a knife, effortlessly killing anyone who was caught, leaving them as lifeless bodies lying in the small forest.

Originally, there were twenty-two people fleeing, but now only about seven or eight were left, the rest all reduced to corpses.

These fleeing people were the twenty-two members of the Hunting Squad Nine, attempting to escape under the lead of two Human Body Limit powerhouses.

The one pursuing them was, of course, Ye Fan.

After Ye Fan had slaughtered the ten people who stayed behind to stop him, he chased after the direction of the fleeing twenty-two, putting in effort to eliminate most of them. Now, only about seven or eight were still on the run.

"Screech!" Ye Fan caught up with another person, and after the military knife in his hand pierced the heart, his figure flashed about like a nimble monkey, dashing toward the next target.

He jumped far away, and the person whose heart was pierced fell to the ground, eyes wide open in an uncompliant death.

With each person he killed, he would be slightly delayed, but since he was much faster than the fugitives, under his tireless pursuit, no matter how they ran, they could not escape his grasp.

"Damn it, how can that damn plague god be so terrifying?"

"He said he would hunt us down, and we really became prey."

"Heaven can witness, ever since the founding of our Hunting Squad Nine, we have hunted the world, treating others as prey. When have we ever become the fearsome prey ourselves?"

The fugitives’ hearts and guts were about to shatter, their faces pale, some even dying on their feet.

They had no hope at all. Running like this would surely end in death. Competing in endurance with a Forbidden Powerhouse was just looking for abuse. No, to be precise, it was looking for death.

Therefore, they had no glimmer of hope to survive. If their lives weren’t threatened, they wouldn’t be solely focused on desperate escape. If they stopped, they would undoubtedly become cold corpses.

Running and dying in exhaustion and despair was inevitable, no one could change this outcome.

But not running and fighting recklessly with Ye Fan also meant death. Yet dying in battle, as a strong individual, was acceptable. Dying in terror while fleeing was a disgrace.

After considering all factors, the two Human Body Limit powerhouses in the chase stopped, and the four subordinates following behind them also stopped.

An emotion of terror and deathly silence filled their faces.

"Run? Why aren’t you running?" Ye Fan approached and stood in front of the remaining six, mocking them.

Indeed, out of the twenty-two who were fleeing, only six were still alive now.

At this moment, all six of them were in a sorry state, exhausted, and the ordeal of life and death had stripped away their last shred of composure.

"Ye Fan, are you intending to get into an endless conflict with my Hunting Squad Nine and Sky Net, huh? Fine, very good, you better not regret it. You’ll pay for crossing Sky Net; you’ll cry in rhythm," one of them scoffed bitterly, trying to use Sky Net as a threat to regain some leverage against Ye Fan.

"You’re on the verge of death, yet you still have the audacity to speak so brazenly. Don’t you find it laughable?" Ye Fan sneered.

"Don’t gloat or be arrogant. Sooner or later, you’ll pay an unbearable price for your ignorance. Sky Net is invincible, sweeping everywhere, and any resistance is foolish. You will eventually understand that due to your ignorant actions, everyone you care about, friends or family, will face death’s favor," a Human Body Limit powerhouse grinned fiercely.

"What a pathetic threat. Small fry like you dare to boast in my presence. I really can’t understand where your pathetic ideas come from," Ye Fan shook his head helplessly, then played with his military knife as he approached the six.

He continued, "I’ve said it before, I want to be a Hunter for once, to let self-important people like you experience the feeling of being prey. You fancy yourselves as Hunters of the world, accustomed to arrogance. Slaughtering prey-turned creatures like you, I believe, is quite a satisfying thing."

"Bastard!"

"You son of a bitch, we’ll fight you to the death."

The six were furious—they couldn’t tolerate becoming prey and dying so miserably, more painful than death itself.

Losing the status of Hunters and becoming prey was such a terrible tragedy and disgrace.

The six cursed madly, shouting as they charged toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan, at ease, wielded his military knife and charged at them.

With a fierce slash, the blade plunged into one’s abdomen, and as it slashed, a ten-centimeter-long gash opened, blood gushing, intestines spilling out.

Ye Fan, weaving and evading, seized the opportunity and delivered a fatal blow.

Another slash, and the blade pierced through a person’s forehead, penetrating the skull, tearing off the scalp and splattering brain matter—another person became a corpse.

In just a moment, two men died gruesomely.

Ye Fan’s knife momentum did not diminish, its sharpness unveiling, murderous intent fierce. The short military knife in his hand displayed astonishing lethality, stabbing, thrusting, each move emanating intense killing intent. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

His gaze sharp, attention focused, he watched the opponent’s reactions and filled any gap with a deadly strike.

The remaining four fell, one after another.

Finally, the two Human Body Limit powerhouses also fell.

Under Ye Fan’s lethal might, they collapsed, dead, just like that.

Each died with wide eyes, fear written on their faces, becoming lifeless bodies.

Three Human Body Limit powerhouses, thirty members of Hunting Squad Nine, perished just like this.

Proving Ye Fan’s terrifying combat prowess without exception.

He wiped the blood from his military knife and then turned away. Next, it was going to be Jonard and his men’s downfall.