My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 971: All Going to Die

Moments later, the hall was already in complete chaos, with everything shattered across the floor.

The blood-stained floor was dyed red, and the bodies lying on the ground were radiating their final warmth.

In the battle thus far, only Jonard and Jebson, along with three Human Body Limit powerhouses, remained.

At this moment, the four of them had red eyes, eyes filled with a scarlet hue, suffused with intense hatred and murderous intent toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan’s formidable combat strength was shocking to Jonard and caused Jebson and the others to tremble.

Initially, with Jonard’s existence as a Forbidden Powerhouse keeping everyone in check and Jebson and the others coordinating, crushing Ye Fan seemed like no problem. The idea was beautiful, but reality left them feeling utterly powerless.

"How is this guy so strong, even stronger than the master?" Jebson and the others couldn’t comprehend nor understand.

"When I was roaming the Underworld, that little brat wasn’t even born yet. Damn it, how did he get so powerful? He’s even stronger than me. I’ve been a renowned Forbidden Powerhouse for ages; no peer powerhouse could ever put me in such disarray, yet he did it. What’s going on?" Jonard couldn’t figure it out, feeling anxious.

Only now did he truly care about the organization’s warning not to underestimate Ye Fan.

But what good is caring? It doesn’t help in battle whatsoever. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

His mind was a mess, having speculated numerous times about Ye Fan’s identity, yet still clueless.

"Kill him at all costs, kill him." Jonard roared in anger. In the ongoing battle, he couldn’t care less about the organization wanting Ye Fan alive. As long as they could kill the target, nothing else mattered to him.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Jebson and the others disregarded their injuries, fearless of death, truly fighting for their lives.

Ye Fan moved swiftly, with his fists and legs becoming deadly weapons.

One person rushed in close, and he took the initiative to lock onto the person’s fist, pulled them back towards him, and Jonard and the others didn’t remain idle, launching a fierce counterattack.

Ye Fan struck like lightning, releasing his grip as the Human Body Limit powerhouse lost balance, transforming his palm into a chopping strike aimed at the person’s neck.

"Crack!"

His palm was like steel, chopping down on the person’s neck, shattering the bone.

At this moment, as attacks from Jonard and others approached, he leaped to dodge them.

The person with the shattered neck collapsed behind him, frothing at the mouth, with dead eyes staring at Ye Fan’s back.

"Ahhh..." Jonard roared in rage, his murderous intent almost exploding him. Being at a disadvantage, the death of a Human Body Limit powerhouse drove him insane, becoming fierce and violent like a beast in the forest.

"Damn it, damn it!" Jebson and the other two were filled with fury, anger seeping into every cell.

The three of them were like beasts, attacking violently without regard.

"Howl in hysterics; this is your last time breathing fresh air. Soon you’ll be corpses drying and decaying in this ruined building. If wild dogs catch the scent, maybe they’ll feast on your bodies—that’ll be your sole value after death. But rest assured, no one will bother to bury your bodies." Ye Fan spoke coldly, ignoring the curses and roars from Jonard and the others.

"Ye Fan, you’re not human! You bastard, who lives or dies is still undetermined. Don’t get cocky," Jonard shouted.

"I’ll prove to you that it’s certainly you who will die; you’ll have the opportunity to feel it." Ye Fan replied indifferently.

Facing the fierce attacks of the three, Ye Fan found another opening, letting a military dagger slide from his sleeve into his hand. This short dagger had helped him slaughter many in Hunter Team Nine, including three Human Body Limit powerhouses.

At this moment, the dagger sliced through the air, aimed at one person’s throat. However, the person was alert, dodging quickly despite panic. But with Ye Fan’s continuously adapting killing moves, the dagger still managed to slice his artery effectively.

Ye Fan leaped again, avoiding Jonard and Jebson’s encirclement.

The unlucky Human Body Limit powerhouse who was stabbed fell, clutching his bleeding throat, his body weakening as despair and fear engulfed him, convulsing on the ground.

What could Jonard and Jebson do?

They wanted to save him but were helpless.

They could only watch idly as another powerhouse died before them.

Their senses were almost numb, shock and anger having become things of the past. They’ve been shocked and angry countless times, but time and again, felt helpless and incompetent, unable to match their opponent, repeatedly finding themselves beaten down.

"Now it’s your turn to die." Ye Fan’s cold demeanor shimmered with killing intent.

Jonard and Jebson exchanged a glance, then simultaneously attacked Ye Fan, with a flurry of attacks coming down on Ye Fan like a storm.

They still held onto the hope of persevering. If the three Human Body Limit powerhouses from outside returned with their subordinates, surrounding and killing Ye Fan would be possible.

Therefore, they must endure to the end.

"Ye Fan, don’t be complacent. You won’t make it out today; the one who’s going to die is definitely you," Jonard shouted confidently. To shake Ye Fan’s spirit, he revealed his greatest reliance, saying, "Let me tell you the truth. Outside, we have men—three Human Body Limit powerhouses and dozens of elite warriors. Once they arrive, surrounding and killing you would be effortless."

"You guys are daydreaming. They’re all dead. Don’t you even have a sense of crisis? At your level, you still want to be hunters? What a joke. The entire Hunter Team Nine is dead, all 105 of them, leaving only you two. In other words, the fall of Hunter Team Nine is imminent, and you’re still fantasizing about those corpses saving you? Your brains must be waterlogged." Ye Fan sneered.

"What?"

"They’re all dead?"

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

Jebson stood dumbfounded, as if his soul had left his body.

Thinking of those comrades he couldn’t contact, combined with Ye Fan’s words, a startling, thunderous realization exploded in his mind.

He had no choice but to believe Ye Fan’s words, acknowledging that those comrades were probably really dead, or else they would’ve arrived already.

"Was it you who killed them?" Jonard’s eyes widened, blood trickling from his eyes.