My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 969: Clash of Titans

"Ye Fan, you’ve come all the way here?" Jonard was slightly stunned, then stormed forward with fierce determination, pushing the two subordinates who came to report the news so hard that they lost their balance and fell to the ground. Thunderous with anger, he roared, "Ye Fan, such audacity, daring to bully me; watch how I destroy you."

No matter how Ye Fan found this place, or why his subordinates didn’t raise the alarm, none of that mattered anymore.

The only thing that mattered was that Ye Fan had barged in, a blatant insult to him, trampling his dignity completely. How could he not be furious, how could he not be enraged; he had to make Ye Fan kneel before him to quell the fire in his heart.

Jebson and the other two recovered from their shock and hurriedly followed Jonard out, their murderous intent surging.

"Destroy Ye Fan, we must destroy Ye Fan; otherwise, won’t the reputation of our Hunting Team Nine be utterly lost."

"Such audacity, such audacity indeed; even having the guts of a bear and heart of a leopard isn’t enough—so completely dismissive of us."

"Our Hunting Team Nine has always been the ones to attack others first, never have we been attacked like this."

"In the Underworld, we intimidate all around, and yet we’ve been belittled to this extent—intolerable, absolutely intolerable."

Jebson and the other two raged with anger, pouring out their murderous intent.

Jonard and Jebson, like enraged beasts, charged forward, eyes red with fury.

The two team members from the fallen Hunting Team Nine murmured bitterly, "Has the lord ever been this furious before? Seeing the lord like a beast unleashed, it’s terrifying."

When Jonard charged to the front door, Ye Fan had already finished the fight, and everyone in the room had been killed, the air filled with a nauseating scent of blood.

At that moment, besides Jebson and the other two, there were six members of the Hunting Team still alive, while the others had all perished.

"Ye Fan, who gave you the guts to kill my people, to murder on my turf—I’ll break every bone in your body and make you beg like a worm beneath my feet. The organization wants you alive, but didn’t mention whole," Jonard shouted out, his voice shaking the surroundings, then charged at Ye Fan like a galloping horse.

His figure soared through the air, with feet like iron weapons, shifting towards Ye Fan’s head.

In the void, faint ripples could be seen, all due to Jonard’s murderous might and aura.

"Don’t think that just because your voice is loud, you have more confidence. Merely a Forbidden Powerhouse, how dare you be so impudent before me—you are the first to be so ignorant," Ye Fan’s pupils turned cold as he sprung up to meet the attack.

Within him, bones resonated, muscles rippled, terrible bursts of power gathering up.

Then, like a torrent, it coursed into his legs, ready for the ultimate strike.

"Merely a Forbidden Powerhouse? You damn-this, when I became a Forbidden Powerhouse fighting in the Underworld, you were still weaning. A brash young Forbidden Powerhouse, with some self-regard, dares to be so dismissive of all. I’ll teach you how to behave," Jonard was furious, Ye Fan’s tone almost making him explode with anger.

In his furious excitement, he continued cursing, unmatched in arrogance.

"Dare to speak insolently; I’ll break all your teeth, tear off your jaw," Ye Fan responded coldly.

As they exchanged words, both clashed intensely, like two blocks of metal colliding, their unstoppable momentum and power reverberating across the surroundings.

With the wind at his feet, Jonard kicked towards Ye Fan.

Ye Fan likewise leaned back, his foot fiercely colliding over.

This was a direct clash between Forbidden Powerhouses; just starting, they used their strongest tactics as if they were mortal enemies.

The first move often reveals the strength disparity between Forbidden Powerhouses, reflecting superiority and pride. Winning the first move gives confidence to overwhelm the opponent, making subsequent attacks easier.

If the first move is lost, giving the opponent an opportunity, the coming situation could be dangerous.

For Jonard, this was the urgent thought he clung to.

But, Ye Fan thought differently. His sole aim was to intimidate Jonard, test Jonard’s capabilities. In his mind, Jonard wasn’t on the same combat level, so naturally didn’t share Jonard’s mindset.

"Bang!"

The fierce collision resonated, reminiscent of metal grinding, producing a dull thud.

Ye Fan leveraged the momentum to retreat, flipping once slightly awkwardly, without falling thanks to support from his hands.

On the contrary, the impact on Jonard was beyond his imagination and tolerance; his head nearly hit the wall. After being sent flying sideways, he lost control of his body, twisted awkwardly, barely avoiding a head-on crash into the wall.

Thus, Jonard’s entire back slammed into the wall, using the impact to dissipate the force.

The wall trembled slightly, almost being breached, some plaster peeling off, barely standing.

Jonard’s body slid down from the wall, and he sat heavily on a table.

Amidst the shattering bottles and jars, Jonard’s buttocks were stabbed quite a bit by the broken pieces.

He gritted his teeth, not uttering a sound of pain, propped himself with his hands, jumped down, and stood firmly on the ground.

However, standing there seemed to have cost him immense energy, with hot sweat immediately rolling down his face.

At this moment, his buttocks were bloody, all cut by the sharp fragments.

This minor injury he endured with a grit of his teeth, thinking nothing of it.

But, his foot, the one that collided with Ye Fan, was injured, the bone seemingly cracked. Acting tough, he stood firm on the ground, enduring the pain without crying out, but the deep, marrow-piercing ache in his leg bone was impossible to ignore.

This was what made him sweat profusely and feel amazed.

"I initially thought, to take the upper hand, overpower him with exhilarating momentum in my fury, kicking him down in one move. But to no avail, he counterattacked no less fiercely than me, and I suffered a significant loss."

"If he seizes the moment now, attacking with full force while I am weak, it could easily cause me great harm."

"Luckily, I still have my subordinates around, leaving Ye Fan without that chance."

Jonard swiftly pondered deep inside, his expression fluctuating, unpredictable.