Duan Murong arrogantly said: "You let her secretly learn my dance and she looks so similar. It would be a pity if she loses her legs."

Song Hongyan's voice deepened: "Xue Tulong, Duan Murong, do you really want to die?"

If Song Hongyan had not wanted the best result, Song Hongyan would have taken action and Yuan Qingyi would have taken action.

"If we want to step on a fake, a dandy, or an outsider, we will step on him."

A contemptuous smile appeared on Xue Tulong's lips: "What does Mr. Song want?

Do you want me to call someone?

Okay, call Ye Fan over."

He is not the strongest in the new country, and there are people who can surpass him, but he believes that this person is not Song Hongyan or Ye Fan.

"Slaying the Dragon, Mr. Song is a man who has seen the world."

Duan Murong drew back her legs and straightened her back: "If you don't kill someone, she thinks you can only hurt people and scare them like this."

"That makes sense hahaha!"

Xue Tulong walked directly in front of Wu Juecheng, put the gun against her head and said to Song Hongyan: "Mr. Song, if you don't kneel down and apologize to my woman, call Ye Fan to surrender."

He shouted loudly: "I'll kill this ugly monster with one shot."

"boom!"

At this moment, the entrance to the police station changed again.

"Woo--" A roar of cars came from outside the door, coming fiercely.

When everyone turned to look over, a black Rolls-Royce crashed over.

It knocked over several jeeps, dispersed the crowd, and then lay in the middle of the open space.

Then, the car door opened.

Ye Fan slowly walked down pushing a black wheelchair.

Lying on the wheelchair was an old man in gray clothes. He looked very thin, but his eyes were extremely clear and sharp at this moment.

His tone also carried a deep threat that could determine the death of thousands of people: "I, Sun Daoyi, have never killed anyone in my life, but Xue Tulong, if you dare to kill my granddaughter, I will slaughter your three Xue clans!"
Chapter completed!