Chapter 825: Eight Characters True Words

sed his arms to protect his chest.However, at this moment, Ye Fan suddenly changed his fist to a palm, grabbing Qin Biao's left wrist. He stepped to the side of Qin Biao, coming beside him, and with a..."Oh A white person" Ye Fan's mouth curved into a slight smile.

This really surprised Ye Fan. Judging from these people's performances, they had obviously undergone rigorous training. Otherwise, it would be impossible for so many people to move together without making a sound.

Ye Fan looked at the soldiers in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly. They all had bulges on their waists, indicating that they had hidden something inside beforehand. Apparently, they were prepared for a fight.

Ye Fan knew that unlike the group of thugs from before, these soldiers had been carefully prepared. Their firepower would be fiercer and their methods crueler. If this were ordinary people, being cornered by them like this, one could easily imagine the consequences.

However, what puzzled Ye Fan was that he didn't recognize any of these people. They were all unfamiliar faces. Ye Fan had a sharp memory; if he had ever seen a person or thing, he could usually recall it. But when he quickly went through these people in his mind, he found nothing. He had never seen these white people in Linhai before.

Is this not someone from the coastal regions Are they soldiers from another country A hint of a smile appeared on Ye Fan's lips. It seemed like things were becoming interesting.

"A military-looking officer stepped forward from the ranks and addressed Ye Fan:

"You are Ye Fan"

Ye Fan knew that this man was probably the leader of these big men, because the aura emanating from him was clearly stronger than others. And judging from his steady gait, he had a solid foundation and should be an expert in internal martial arts.

Ye Fan leaned his broadsword against his back and said, "It seems like you guys were well-prepared. Can you tell me who sent you"

The man shook his head and said, "I can, but it depends on whether you have the ability to make me tell you."

"Oh" Ye Fan said with interest, "You mean that as long as I beat all of you, you'll tell me Then what are we waiting for, just get started!" Ye Fan seemed impatient.

The men under him were furious and rushed forward to teach this arrogant bastard a lesson, but the man waved his hand, stopping his subordinates' impulse. He stared at Ye Fan and said, "I heard you're very capable, so I came. Let me introduce myself first so that even if you die, you'll know who killed you. My name is Smith. You should have heard of me."

Ye Fan nodded and said, "I know." He knew Smith from Tutu's mouth. Tutu had told Ye Fan that there was a teacher named Smith in his teaching team, who was a white man from the Yellow Grid National Army. He trained a group of thirty death squads under him, whose combat effectiveness was astonishing. Their best record was that their thirty people once went to Egypt for an assassination mission and killed the tribal elder of the place. However, they fell into encirclement. But they were not flustered, but instead played out the strength of their team of thirty people, and forced their way out with thirty people, and after the incident, none of them died!

This shows the terrifying combat power of this squad of death soldiers!

>>from him and sat back in her seat, raising her wine glass, looking at Ye Fan with a smile in her eyes.Damn! After playing a trick on her, Ye Fan could only sullenly raise his glass and take a sip. He...