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As expected, in less than half an hour, Yang Fann saw a male and a female foreigner walking over from the Jade Spring Mountain Villa direction. It seemed like they were heading towards his old courtyard.
This time, Yang Fann didn't plan to knock the two of them out immediately. He was going to grab a tongue and ask about the situation of these people and see how many of their comrades they still had in Jade Spring Mountain Villa.
Although the people who came to Jade Spring Mountain Villa were scattered and scattered, a portion of them should come from the same organization. For example, the six people who were crippled by Yang Fann, they should be the same group.
Having mentally prepared himself, the Blizzard Magic God was not as careless as the two guys who changed shifts earlier. When they got close to Yang Fann's old courtyard, his speed suddenly slowed down because he had already seen the bloodstains at the door. Judging from the freshness of the bloodstains, a fight just happened here not long ago and there were some who were injured, and some of them were even seriously injured.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
Yang Fann came out from Aunt Lee's house, stood on the steps and took the initiative to greet the Goddess of Storm. He smiled brilliantly like a boy next door.
"Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"
The Windstorm Art God was very vigilant, not because of Yang Fann's good-natured appearance. On the contrary, his vigilance had increased to 100%. The neighboring houses were filled with blood stains, yet this young man was smiling so brilliantly, it was definitely abnormal.
"I am a person of this village, it is normal that you have not seen me before, because I have just come back, are you guys looking for your companions? I just saw them playing Landlord in the yard.
Even though he could use the characteristics of Space of Jade Pendant to store the Windstorm Law God into his Space of Jade Pendant, he did not do that. Space of Jade Pendant was his greatest secret, and it concerned his life and death. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Yang Fann would absolutely not take any risks.
"Stop, don't come over here. If you dare to take another step forward, I won't be polite to you anymore!"
After saying this, the Windstorm Divine Eye almost popped out of his head. This was too strange, he was the dignified vice-leader of the Windstorm Group, what kind of storm had he not seen before? He was actually so afraid of a Chinese kid.
"Hehe, Old Tie, let's not joke around. Our Chinese has always been very friendly to the International Friend, and since you guys have come to my land, if I don't properly entertain you guys, how can I show you that our Chinese is very hospitable?"
Yang Fann suddenly made his move. Yang Fann had noticed earlier that the Windstorm Art God had a gun, otherwise, he wouldn't be polite with him, it would be best if the other party didn't fire the gun, this guy looked like the leader, once he started shooting, it was possible for him to lose his life. It was still the same old saying, death didn't matter, but who was going to be the one to make up for the loss of Jade Spring Mountain Villa?
No matter how fast Yang Fann's movements were, he didn't see it clearly. Not to mention taking out his gun to retaliate, he didn't even have the time to dodge. He could only put his arms in front of his chest in a panic.
Rose was half a step behind the Blizzard Magic God. This was the basic etiquette for the lower class to show respect to the upper class. However, this half a step difference allowed her to escape a calamity for the time being.
Under Rose's horrified gaze, she saw her vice-captain, the famous god of the storm in the entirety of Underground World, as if he had been knocked into the face of a large truck. His two arms emitted cracking sounds, and his feet left the ground as his body flew backward a full seven or eight meters, only stopping after colliding with a large tree behind him.
At this moment, the Windstorm Magic God didn't even have the time to use his signature move before he was sent into a state of near death. Rose instinctively wanted to pull out her gun, but a hand as large as an iron pincer had already wrapped around her neck, scaring Miss Rose, whose fame had spread far and wide, to the point where she didn't even dare to move.
What a joke. In a situation where he clearly knew that some scum of the Underground World had special abilities, if he could still be in their way, Yang Fann wouldn't bother to directly hand over his Space of Jade Pendant to the country and find a place to retire.
Even though Yang Fann didn't know anything about the Windstorm Divine Art, didn't know if he had any special abilities or not, he could tell that this guy was stronger than many scum's from Underground World, and much stronger at that.
Yang Fann's judgement was based on the Windstorm Magic God's pair of eyes. They were frighteningly bright, even normal people could clearly feel it, not to mention Yang Fann. One look and it was clear that he was a guy with strong mental strength.
Ever since he started practicing the nameless cultivation technique on the monument, Yang Fann's perception of the mental strength of others had increased by a lot. For people like these with bright eyes, their mental strength was usually very strong, and if combined with his identity as a Underground World, he could easily deduce that he was probably a special ability user.
Yang Fann didn't want to see what kind of ability this guy had. Who knows how abnormal his ability was, what if he couldn't handle it and got screwed, then who would be willing to do the dirty work, in any case, Yang Fann wasn't going to do it.
Yang Fann wouldn't be like those pretentious protagonists in third-rate movies and TV dramas, determined to let the enemy use all of his cards before killing him off with satisfaction.
If it was in reality, then everything he did would be finished. Even if he couldn't beat you, wouldn't he choose to perish together with you when he knew he was going to die?
In real life, fighting isn't like playing games. Whoever has a high combat strength will definitely win. Even a seven or eight-year-old child, when caught off guard by a veteran, can still use a grenade to take his life.
Therefore, Yang Fann didn't give the Windstorm Spell God any chance to attack. If he was given a chance to strike again, the Windstorm Spell God definitely wouldn't say a single extra word to Yang Fann. Who the hell would know that the seemingly harmless Chinese kid was so sinister?
Unless Yang Fann's head was kicked by a donkey, how could Yang Fann not know the morals of these scum? If they can beat you up, then they will play hooligan with you; if they can't beat you, then they will talk about justice.