After leaving the restaurant, Ye Fan was escorted to a nearby bureau and was soon taken into a room.

The room is not large, about 20 square meters, with only a table and a few chairs.

Ye Fan sat on a chair, his hands handcuffed, but his expression was very calm.

Opposite him, the few men who brought him in were staring at him with dead eyes.

Although Ye Fan looked harmless to humans and animals, in their eyes, he was more dangerous than those vicious thugs, and they didn't dare to relax their vigilance for a second.

You must know that Yang Ting, the demon king of the mixed world, is born with divine power, and he has a great reputation in Huahai, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a monster wearing human skin.

However, Ye Fan easily pinched Yang Ting's neck without much effort.

Therefore, even if they handcuffed Ye Fan, it may not be safe.

What's more, after the killing, Ye Fan neither ran away nor resisted, but let them take them back to the bureau, this attitude is really too strange.

"Peng!"

After a few minutes, the door of the house was opened from the outside.

A man of about forty years old walked in, dressed in uniform and with a gloomy face.

This person is Zhao Bang, the number one person here.

"Zhao Ju is good!"

Several people greeted each other in unison and saluted at the same time.

After Zhao Bang returned the salute, his eyes stared directly at Ye Fan.

"Sting!"

In mid-air, there seemed to be an invisible spark of electric light.

However, to his surprise, Ye Fan was not afraid at all and looked at him calmly.

In his eyes, there is no violence, viciousness, remorse, or fear after the crime of other villains, there is only calm!

That kind of calm, like the vast and boundless sea, is vast, but under the surface calm, in fact, the dark tide is turbulent.

Zhao Bang had interrogated thousands of criminals, but it was the first time he had seen such a look.

"Say, what kind of grudge do you have with the deceased, and you dare to be so rampant and kill the killer?!" Zhao Bang's voice was full of majesty.

If you are a cowardly and cowardly, under such a majesty, I am afraid that you will be frightened.

However, Ye Fan's face was not waveless, and he said lightly: "Bureau Zhao, give you a piece of advice - you can't handle this case, you better not waste spit!"

"Presumptuous!"

Zhao Bang let out a low snort and said in a deep voice: "Be lenient in confession, and be strict in resisting! Boy, I advise you to get to know each other better, and don't play any tricks with me! The criminals I have sent to prison over the years have not been one thousand, but eight hundred! Here, you have to coil even if you are a dragon, and you have to lie down even if you are a tiger!"

"Hehe......"

Ye Fan chuckled lightly and said slowly: "Don't you know, the person I killed is called Yang Ting, and he is the grandson of Yang Zhenkun, the leader of the Hongyi Dragon!"

……

"What?!"

Hearing this, Zhao Bang's pupils suddenly shrank into pins, and his whole body shook violently, like an electric shock, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Before, he had only heard reports from his subordinates that someone had killed people in public on the street, and the methods were extremely cruel and had caused extremely bad effects.

But he never expected that the deceased would be Yang Ting, known as the "Demon King of the Mixed World".

The next moment, Zhao Bang turned to look at several subordinates in the field, gritted his teeth and asked, "What this kid said, is it true?"

"Well, after our confirmation, the deceased is Yang Ting. One explained.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, Zhao Bang could no longer suppress the consternation in his heart, his face was extremely gloomy, and his vest was instantly soaked in cold sweat.

With his identity, he naturally knows what the Hongyi Yang family represents.

The grandson of the boss of Hong Yilong's head was actually broken by someone.

No matter who it is, they can't withstand Yang Zhenkun's anger.

"Shhh

Thinking of this, Zhao Bang couldn't help but gasp, as if he was being grabbed by a pair of invisible big hands, and he was about to suffocate.

He knew that this matter was definitely not something he could handle, and he had to report it to his superiors immediately.

Otherwise, I don't know what kind of mess will be made, and Huahai's sky may be pierced.

Suddenly, Ye Fan spoke: "As far as I know, Yang Ting has the title of 'Demon King of the Mixed World', and he should have left a lot of criminal records, right?

"You !!"

Hearing this, Zhao Bang's face changed greatly.

The more Ye Fan behaved Dante, the more frightened he became.

In his opinion, Yang Ting is already an existence standing on the top of the Huahai Sea, even those top-level gentlemen, when they see Yang Ting, they can only retreat.

However, the young man in front of him, after killing Yang Ting in a grand manner, was still so calm, so there were only two possibilities-

First, he's a complete lunatic, and he can't be considered by common sense at all.

Second, he has an amazing background behind him, which is why he is so unscrupulous and fearless.

What is really scary is not the powerful, but the unknown!

For a while, Zhao Bang's face was cloudy, and thousands of thoughts appeared in his mind.

In his impression, there is no such number one person as Ye Fan in Huahai City.

On Ye Fan's body, it seems to be covered with a layer of deep mystery, which is extremely mysterious.

"Hoo ......"

After groaning for a long time, Zhao Bang took a deep breath, his eyes were sharp, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

He beckoned to a few of his subordinates and ordered: "Send him to the detention center first, and send someone to watch him 24 hours a day, there must be no mistakes!"

"Yes, Zhao Ju!"

Those people said in unison, and then escorted Ye Fan towards the depths.

……

Late at night, Hongyi Main Hall.

In the meeting hall of hundreds of square meters, almost all the high-level bigwigs of Hongyi gathered together.

At a cursory glance, there were hundreds of people, a piece of black and gloomy.

Pull one out at random, they are all the leaders of each district, and they have thousands of younger brothers under them, and they are extremely majestic.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in the venue is extremely tense.

There was silence, a pin drop could be heard, and there was a deathly silence.

In the front row, the hall masters of the inner and outer eight halls are standing upright, and the expressions on their faces are also different, whether shocked, frightened, surprised, or angry......

And on the ground in the middle of the chamber, there was a corpse—

Yang Ting's corpse!

Looking at it intently, Yang Ting's body was covered with bruises, his neck bone was pinched off with great force, and he had a dead expression on his face.

These high-level Hongyi officials in the venue were all summoned temporarily.

Who would have thought that as soon as you entered it, you would see this shocking scene.

You must know that Yang Ting is the grandson of their Hongyi dragon leader, his status is respected, and he is born with divine power, even in Hongyi, where there are many masters, he is also the top existence.

For a while, the same question appeared in everyone's minds-

What kind of madman is he who dares to kill Yang Ting on Huahai's territory!

"Kick!"

"Kick!"

"Kick!"

At this moment, there was a sound of heavy footsteps, from far and near.

The next moment, in everyone's sight, a septuagenarian appeared, dressed in a black Tang costume, and his hair was meticulously combed with silver threads.

The lion's nose and tiger's mouth, the eagle looks at the wolf, even if he is old, his backbone is still as straight as a sword.

Even if it is separated by a certain distance, it gives people the feeling that it has always been domineering and sharp, like a giant pillar of the sky, which is unattainable.

This old man is the leader of Hongyi, the emperor of the Huahai underground world-

Yang Zhenkun!

He paced over to Yang Ting's corpse with no expression on his face.

But everyone knows that this is the calm before the storm.

Suddenly, Yang Zhenkun glanced at the audience, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and he was extremely cold.

The Hongyi bigwigs in the field only felt as if they were being targeted by some terrifying beast, their hairs stood up, they were silent, and they lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at him at all.

At this time, Yang Zhenkun slowly spoke: "Do you know what the most painful thing in this world is?"

There was silence in the room, and no one dared to answer.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a thick murderous aura that could not be dissolved, with his body as the center, surging in all directions.

In the huge conference hall, the temperature dropped to freezing, and some people couldn't help but shiver and their teeth chattered.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Zhenkun's eyes were red, like an angry lion, gritting his teeth and spitting out a sentence-

"The most painful thing in this world is - a white-haired person sends a black-haired person!"