My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 972: Long Time No See, Terminator
Jonard and Jebson were dumbfounded when they learned about the deaths of their other comrades.
Their questions became redundant and turned into a joke.
The idea of borrowing the external comrades to surround Ye Fan was laughable to begin with.
Actually, they didn’t need to believe Ye Fan’s words. They naturally had brains and understood the stakes upon thinking.
"They’re all dead, all dead. I thought our Hunting Squad Nine was awe-inspiring, shocking the Underworld, never losing a member since the hunt began, yet almost entirely wiped out in this small Ba Country." Jonard’s mind was in turmoil, bitterly lamenting, "Is the organization setting me up? Ye Fan is more than formidable, he is a nightmare, a true nightmare."
"If it weren’t for Ye Fan, how could our Hunting Squad Nine end up like this? It’s all because of him, all because of him." Jonard was nearly delirious, muttering with chaotic eyes.
He was a Forbidden Powerhouse, a taboo figure not to be provoked in the Underworld. Since becoming the head of Hunting Squad Nine, his reputation had become even more terrifying. Any power encountered would tremble in fear.
But, but, he had become an ant at Ye Fan’s mercy, Ye Fan effortlessly crushed so many, which Jonard couldn’t comprehend, nor accept how Ye Fan managed it.
"Isn’t he just another Forbidden Powerhouse like me? Why? How? Why does he have such terrifying combat prowess, even stronger than me, why is this?" Jonard couldn’t comprehend, genuinely couldn’t understand.
He had his dignity, now trampled into the dirt.
He was always strong and arrogant, now he had become a colossal joke.
He prided himself on being unstoppable, undefeated, yet now he felt pathetically weak.
Jonard was utterly defeated, both mentally and spiritually, without a shred of dignity. He bitterly laughed, stumbling backward, forgetting the life-and-death battle with Ye Fan, devastated and lost.
The psychological damage hurt more than death itself.
Jebson wasn’t much better, dazed for a long time, his mind a muddled mess.
"The esteemed Hunting Squad Nine, renowned worldwide, ended up like this."
"Who would believe it if I told them?"
"Who would dare to believe it?"
"Dead, all dead."
Jebson muttered despondently.
Ye Fan had no time to watch them ponder, his figure moved, striking at Jebson, a huge fist pounding down.
As death approached, a flicker of struggle flashed in Jebson’s muddled gaze, seemingly hesitating about whether to resist. But in that moment of hesitation, Ye Fan’s deadly punch showed no delay.
"Maybe dying is liberation, Hunting Squad Nine is finished, living means nothing to me, all pride and dignity have vanished, what face do I have left to live?" Jebson muttered.
With a bang, Ye Fan’s fist landed on Jebson’s head.
Jebson’s head exploded, blood sprayed, his body tossed aside before hitting the ground.
Jebson died, with complex thoughts swirling.
"Jonard, accept your fate." Ye Fan glanced at Jebson’s corpse, then attacked Jonard.
Jonard seemed to awaken, his muddled eyes glanced at Jebson, then fiercely glared at Ye Fan, firmly saying, "Who are you?"
"Does it matter who I am? All you need to know is I’m the one who will kill you, what use is knowing more?" Ye Fan retorted calmly.
"You’re definitely not just an ordinary Forbidden Powerhouse, no one knew you upon your emergence, if not for your ominous reputation earned, no one would know you, where did your strength come from, what is your past, everything is a mystery."
"You seem to have fallen from the sky, your identity and background shrouded in enormous mystery."
"Logically, with such formidable strength, you should have been known in the Underworld long ago, yet not so, suggesting only one explanation: you’re a major Underworld figure, who reemerged from retirement to become who you are now. A dragon remains a dragon, even if avoiding trouble, endless troubles find you and you rose from nowhere."
"In that calculation, there is only one possibility: you are that person."
"Others can be tracked in the Underworld, always found." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
"Yet everything about you is untraceable, hence you are that person."
"The God Organization inexplicably pursues you relentlessly, wanting you dead, the Sky Net Organization spares no effort to acquire you."
"Other than the Terminator created by the God Organization, who ended the Terminator of God Organization, you can’t be anyone else."
"You’re the Terminator, the Underworld’s unique legend and myth."
"In the outside world, rumors have it that the Terminator’s power surpassed the Human Body Limit, the Underworld’s Forbidden Powerhouse is the Terminator, and it appears this isn’t rumor, but reality."
"Long time no see, Terminator."
"The world knows you vanished from the stage, yet you remained active on the stage, just hidden from view, indeed, the greatest truths lie in plain sight."
Jonard spoke slowly, with cogent analysis, then burst into a peculiar laughter, with mixed emotions, "Terminator, truly deserving of the name, losing to you is no disgrace, you are the Underworld’s unparalleled legend and myth, irreplaceable at the highest position, Hunting Squad Nine left only me from your slaughter, though surprising, not unacceptable, because you are the Terminator, anything baffling done by you can be understood."
Jonard swept away the gloomy feelings in his heart, as if guessing Ye Fan’s identity was more important than anything else.
"Being too smart leads to an early demise, a well-known truth." Ye Fan remarked calmly, paying little heed to Jonard’s suspicions.
"Hahaha, hahaha!" Jonard laughed heartily, "Terminator, are you trying to kill me to silence me? Afraid I’ll reveal your identity bringing big trouble? Haha, your concern is human nature, I understand, I sympathize, if I were you, I’d make the same choice."
He felt smug, arrogantly saying, "As for dying early, that remains uncertain. I really want to test just how powerful the Terminator is. I can’t beat you, but can I not run? Let’s see if you can kill me."
