A ray of light flashed away.

"asshole!"

Tang Pingfan's hair stood up as he sensed danger. He raised his knees and used the strength of his feet to retreat in the air.

A trace of burning heat brushed his calf.

A touch of blood flowed down instantly.

Tang Pingfan turned back again, and reflexively distanced himself from Ye Fan.

When his feet landed on the ground, the damaged jeep roared loudly, like sharp arrows flying into the rain.

Temu Wuyue also stuck out the muzzle of his gun from the back window and fired eight bullets in one go.

Tang Pingfan shook his body a few times to avoid the bullet.

The jeep took the opportunity and sped out a few tens of meters further.

Tiemu Wuyue still shouted in the night sky: "There are still eight minutes!"

Tang Pingfan was breathing rapidly and his face was uglier than ever. He wanted to rush up and stop Ye Fan and Temu Wuyue and beat them to death.

But he saw Wanyan Ruohua's painful expression, the countdown to the explosives tied to her body with steel wires, and her arms that were constantly turning black.

He could only stop his angry steps.

Of course, what he was most worried about was Ye Fan's dragon-slaying technique.

He thought that Ye Fan could no longer use his trump card, but he didn't expect that Ye Fan would give him another blow.

If he hadn't retreated quickly, his calf would have been punctured.

He smashed it into pieces on the ground to vent his anger, then turned around and looked at Wanyan Ruohua.

Tang Pingfan reached out his fingers, quickly cut off the wire, took out the towel, dismantled the explosive and detoxified it.

He wasn't worried about Temu Wuyue's remote control detonation.

Tang Pingfan knew clearly that Tie Mu Wuyue was a smart man and would never harm himself by going back on his word and killing Wanyan Ruohua.

Because the explosives not only failed to kill him, but also aroused his greatest anger and revenge.

As a result, everyone around Ye Fan and Temu Wuyue will be unlucky.

"Boom boom boom!"
Chapter completed!