My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 973: Jonard’s Doomsday

The gloom and resentment in Jonard’s heart vanished like smoke; being defeated by the Terminator, and especially unknowingly, he could accept it.

He firmly believed that if he had known Ye Fan’s true identity earlier, perhaps he wouldn’t have faced such a crushing defeat.

But he didn’t want to dwell on what had already happened.

Now, the only thing on his mind was to compete with Ye Fan; he must admit he can’t beat Ye Fan, but he can compete in other ways. He chose to flee, just to see if Ye Fan had the ability to kill him.

As this thought surged up from the bottom of his heart, Jonard felt a sliver of exhilaration, like a beggar having the opportunity to compete with a respectable person; the abnormal thrill of victory was overwhelmingly intense.

"Terminator, you must come and hunt me down, don’t disappoint me. If I manage to escape, I will definitely expose your identity, haha, this threat is surely imposing enough to incite your desire to kill, right? So, come chase after me with everything you’ve got, tail me from behind. This feeling must be wonderful, I would personally like to experience whether the Terminator is truly as formidable as they say. I am, after all, a Forbidden Powerhouse, one of the strongest in the Underworld; even Fire Phoenix and Butcher cannot kill me. Let’s see if the famous Terminator is truly as genuine as reputation entails or merely an empty title."

Jonard laughed heartily, treating this pursuit entirely like a game.

"You, without a doubt, are destined to die, I’ve said this before. You want to flee, let’s see how far you can get." Ye Fan said coldly. Jonard hadn’t uttered these words yet, but Ye Fan was already carrying a murderous intent, now more intent on killing.

He sneered, "The ninth hunting squad, one of the heads of the Sky Net Hunters turning into prey for me to hunt, isn’t too bad."

"Who is the hunter and who is the prey doesn’t matter to me now. I just want to try being the prey once, experiencing how capable the Terminator truly is; this is an extraordinary opportunity. Ask anyone, who in the Underworld has this honor and chance?" Jonard laughed wickedly, the thought of Ye Fan hunting him down occupied his entire mind.

He treated this as a supreme honor, attaching special importance and concern.

"It’s truly sad, facing imminent death yet still clinging to such unrealistic thoughts," Ye Fan chuckled disdainfully, then his figure darted towards Jonard to attack.

"Wait a moment, don’t move yet, I haven’t announced the start of the game." Jonard was anxious, seeing Ye Fan closing in, he hastily retreated, always keeping a sufficient distance from Ye Fan, he said anxiously, "Makes sense, you are eager to kill me, whereas I consider this game a whimsical idea of mine. You can ignore any rules, besides, there are no rules anyway. I was hoping to chat more with the Terminator. Seems like you scorn to waste words with me, understandable."

Jonard had a lot to say, opening a strange box of chatter, rambling on endlessly.

Seeing Ye Fan ascending to kill, he finally lost the mood for chit-chat, screamed bizarrely, then fled, following a window to escape, shouting loudly without looking back, "I’m off, Terminator, come kill me, come chase me, hahaha..."

The laughter was hearty, mixed with unyielding excitement, echoing far.

Ye Fan’s pupils turned cold, he started the chase loosening his stride, a military knife flew out with a swoosh towards Jonard’s heart from behind.

Jonard’s rear brain seemed to have eyes, his figure flickered to dodge it, the military knife only tore through a piece of his sleeve, he laughed loudly, "Terminator, such a means doesn’t threaten me, show your real skills, I want to see, how formidable the Terminator’s real skills really are."

On the surface, Jonard appeared relaxed, but internally, he broke out in a cold sweat; although the military knife didn’t hit him, it was a near miss, almost piercing his flesh.

"That speed, really scary." Jonard thought of the speed of the military knife, involuntarily felt apprehensive.

Quickly, Jonard jumped out of the window, heading towards the ground.

Jumping down from a two-story building, at most about four meters high; this height posed no threat.

Ye Fan ignored the military knife trembling stuck in the wall, his figure moved swiftly, surpassing Jonard’s recognition, charging forward.

Mid-air, Jonard targeted a car below, heading toward the rooftop.

He landed on the rooftop, accompanied by its trembling, shedding force while heading fast for the ground.

But at that moment, an ominous premonition crossed his mind.

No sooner had a sense of crisis emerged in his heart, Ye Fan’s figure appeared above him, that fierce foot coming down on him.

Ye Fan descended from high above, always locking his hostility on Jonard.

Jonard landed on the rooftop expending a certain amount of time, Ye Fan did not, directly kicking towards Jonard.

Jonard understood he was indeed a Forbidden Powerhouse, killing wasn’t easy, therefore Ye Fan didn’t conceal any of his power, muscles writhing with astonishing combat force; speed, force, or reaction sensitivity, all strengthened.

This was something Jonard couldn’t match.

Since leaving the God Organization, Ye Fan had never exploded with such full power; this was the first time he exerted all his strength.

"Bang!" Ye Fan’s foot stomped heavily on Jonard’s back.

Jonard launched headlong like a wild dog towards a car opposite.

Jonard’s head smashed into the car’s glass, causing the car body to wobble instantly, nearly sent flying.

His head was also plunged through the shattered car window.

Hurriedly retracting his head, regardless of blood running down a broken face or glass shards piercing into a wretched look, he laughed tragically, "That speed, that force, that reaction ability, utterly terrifying."

He grinned, mouth full of blood, gone completely mad.

Disregarding injuries, he had to respond effectively, otherwise, Ye Fan might finish him off casually.

"Die." Ye Fan attacked again, at that moment, Jonard turned, realizing, facing Ye Fan’s unmatched offensive, how laughable wanting to escape was, wild in front of the Terminator, was just seeking death. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Flipping, he leapt, dodged Ye Fan’s offensive, headed towards the other side of the rear car.

Ye Fan retracted his attack, hands lifted forcefully flipping the car, so a relatively expensive car flew away, heading to crush Jonard.

Jonard just landed, horror-stricken discovered the car about to fall on him.

"No!" He screamed hysterically, but it didn’t affect any outcome.

The car crashed onto Jonard, he slumped immediately.

The car, amidst violent din, metal friction and glass shattering, rolled on the ground.

Jonard almost dead, dying.

He confidently fled, quickly reduced to this state.