Jueying Gun God's hands were broken.

Not to mention being held by Ye Fan now, even if he gives him a way out, he will have no future.

He never thought he was invincible, but he never thought that he would not be able to kill Ye Fan.

With two guns in hand, at the critical moment of life and death, the narrow hall not only failed to give Ye Fan's life, but also made him lose the confidence he had accumulated over 20 years.

At this moment, he felt a little bit of acceptance of his fate and a little bit of melancholy: Jueying Gun God... is really old... "More than 20 years ago, you failed to snipe my mother."

"After more than twenty years, I failed to shoot with all my strength. Do you feel very sorry?"

Ye Fan could see the old man's loneliness, which was the acceptance of his fate due to his collapse of confidence.

He picked up a bottle of whiskey, took two glasses, poured half a glass of wine, and asked someone to add ice cubes to it.

He grabbed the old man in green and squeezed and twisted it, causing the bones of his left hand to be stuck, and he just had the strength to pick up the wine glass.

Ye Fan smiled: "For our fate, have a drink."

"Si" The old man in green is also a drunk person. He lowered his head and took a sip to relieve his emotions.

"A fierce battle, drink a glass of whiskey, beautiful."

Then, he looked at Ye Fan with praise and smiled: "You have the ability to kill me in seconds, but you have been catching cats and mice with me, and use the death of your companions to impact my heart..." "Now you talk about your mother's attack back then."

The old man in Qingyi is also a smart person: "It seems that you not only know a lot, but also want to ask a lot."

"As a child, you always have to do something. I don't know what the elderly call it?"

Ye Fan was very frank: "I only know that you are called Jueying Gun God."

Ye Fan did not rush to confess such a tough problem that he had become famous for many years, but instead started to chat with him gently.

Yuan Qingyi also knew that Ye Fan had something important, so he quickly cleaned up the scene and took Jiufeng and a few live-actions out.

Wu Jiuzhou closed the door with his backhand and stood at the door to guard.

The hall quieted again, and the nerves gradually relaxed.

"Jueying Gun God... It's just a gimmick in the first half of my life... I couldn't afford this title a few decades ago."

The old man in green smiled bitterly: "Today's battle has defiled this title."

Ye Fan played with him by cat-catching a mouse, killing more than 20 companions by accident, and capturing himself alive. This name is a sarcasm to him.

"As for my name, it's been a long time."

He looked at Ye Fan: "I almost forgot, you can call me an old cat."

"Old cat?"

Ye Fan smiled: "It moves like lightning, and it's agile. The word "old cat" is very appropriate."

The old man in green was slightly stunned, then nodded with a smile: "Thank you."

This is the code he took when he was at the Hunter School, and everyone also commented on him at that time.

Ye Fan's same evaluation reminded him a little of the glorious years of the past.

"Old cat, you are a character, so I won't go around with you."

Ye Fan pulled a chair and sat in front of Jueying Gun God and smiled: "I will take the Wumeng bloody Yinxian Villa today for three purposes."

"First, eliminate violence and keep good deeds, so that Jiufeng and the bad people here can receive the punishment they deserve."

"More than 700 people here, their hands are stained with blood, and they can be called the gathering place of demons in China."

"Making you free and easy is the greatest shame to the victims."

"The second is to take the initiative and take Yinxian Villa in advance to prevent you from being instigated by Ouyang Wuji to kill me!"

The old cat's hands stopped slightly while drinking, and the smile on his face also became a little stiff.

He stared at Ye Fan with a sharp look, with emotion, surprise and helplessness.

Decent is his greatest advantage, but it is also his greatest weakness.

Ye Fan didn't say anything anymore, but also looked at the other person quietly, waiting for the old cat to struggle psychologically.

"Yes, I'm a decent person."

The old cat picked up the whiskey and took a sip, then sighed to Ye Fan: "I am not only the God of Jueying Guns, but also the previous leader of the Tang Sect, and hired a hunter instructor from Tang Sanguo at a sky-high price."
Chapter completed!