My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 313 Meng Hao is Dead

Ye Fan walked towards Meng Hao, and everyone’s hearts trembled along with him, especially those on Meng Hao’s side, whose hearts pounded like drums.

"Ye Fan, what can you do to me? Even though I couldn’t capture Qiu Wen to threaten you this time, I can still walk away with ease." Meng Hao relied on the twelve Subordinate Guards by his side and was reckless, suppressing the fear in his heart, and roared arrogantly at Ye Fan.

"Ignorant fool, do you really think you can leave here alive? What a joke." Ye Fan sneered with disdain.

"I admit, your strength is formidable, but you’re too arrogant." Meng Hao got angry.

"Heh." Ye Fan laughed coldly.

Then his figure darted forward, charging directly ahead, while commanding, "Don’t let a single one escape."

"Yes." The underlings surged forward like madmen.

Han Bihong and ten women moved opportunistically, locking their targets entirely on the twelve Subordinate Guards.

Ye Fan was like a humanoid machine, tearing through the outermost obstacles with his violent fists and legs in an instant.

Suddenly, cries of anguish erupted, corpses flew, and blood gushed.

With just one move, these thugs suffered a lopsided casualty.

"Aahhh!" Screams of anguish rose and fell.

"Escort Young Master Meng away! The three of us will block him," Aniu called, and two people beside him moved.

"That sounds good." Flying Rat and others chimed in.

Three Subordinate Guards, seething with anger and murderous intent, charged directly at Ye Fan.

No sooner said than done.

With three to five quick attacks, Ye Fan swiftly created a significant deterrent, severely injuring the thugs around him. Those nearby were so terrified they dared not attack Ye Fan, showing signs of retreating in fear.

And it was at this moment that Aniu and the other two attacked Ye Fan.

"Die." Ye Fan’s voice was calm, like proclaiming the three’s death sentences.

"You arrogant brat," Aniu and the other two roared with grim faces.

"Crack." Ye Fan grabbed a punching fist and pulled hard, causing the attacker to lose his balance and tumble towards Ye Fan. Simultaneously, Ye Fan kicked out, striking the man’s lower abdomen, killing him.

Meanwhile, another kick came, and Ye Fan, unfazed, similarly countered with a kick.

"Crack!" Similarly, with a fierce collision, the two legs crashed into each other, effectively crippling one leg.

"Damn it, bastard." The person spat out blood in rage.

Immediately, Ye Fan dispatched another man with a clean, swift kick to the neck.

The three Subordinate Guards, Aniu, and others attempted to block Ye Fan but met this fate—two perished, leaving Aniu panicked.

"Ahhh!" Aniu roared madly, losing his patience in despair.

Facing Aniu’s attack, Ye Fan remained calm and composed, first forcing Aniu back, then kicked down. Aniu hurriedly stretched out his hands to block, but they snapped as if they were brittle.

None of Aniu’s actions affected Ye Fan’s attack intensity, and Aniu fell to a tragic death as well.

In the blink of an eye, Aniu and the three Subordinate Guards were dead.

"Hiss!" The sound of inhaling, like bellows, filled the air.

The short time it took for Aniu and the other three to die shocked everyone.

Even those who had witnessed Ye Fan’s prowess, like Qi Baitian and others, were stunned and marveled, "Just how strong is he?"

"This is the boss." The followers’ eyes shone with admiration; they too went wild, attacking the few remaining thugs around Meng Hao. Inspired by the boss’s power, none of them wanted to appear cowardly, roaring with anger and launching fierce attacks.

"This?"

"How is this possible?"

"Even though we anticipated his strength, it’s clear his power exceeds our expectations."

"But no matter what, Aniu and the other three shouldn’t have died so easily, right?"

Flying Rat and others could not accept this shocking scene before them, left dumbfounded.

"Am I going to die?" Meng Hao wore a mournful expression, only now realizing his true fear.

The thugs, under the relentless attack of the Ye Gang’s underlings, were nearing annihilation, while Han Bihong and ten women blocked the path. Even if they wanted to escape, there was nowhere to flee.

With Aniu and others tragically dead, how could Flying Rat and others possibly protect him?

This left Meng Hao deeply worried, overwhelmed with despair.

"Charge! No matter the cost, break through!" Meng Hao screamed hysterically.

Flying Rat and others fretted anxiously, unable to ensure Meng Hao’s safe escape.

What to do now?

What else can be done?

The only choice left for Meng Hao and his side was to fight desperately, with no other options.

"Kill." Flying Rat and others roared, trying to protect Meng Hao as they fled.

Three minutes later, all the thugs Meng Hao brought were downed by the Ye Gang’s underlings.

"Crack." With Flying Rat’s bones shattering and his screams, the last of the twelve Subordinate Guards perished too. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Most of the twelve Subordinate Guards died at Ye Fan’s hands; the rest died to the joint attack of Han Bihong and the ten women.

Everyone accompanying Meng Hao lay on the ground, with no one left standing.

All the fallen on the ground were dead.

The only one still alive, Meng Hao, collapsed to the ground, nearly scared to death.

Ye Fan alone could have easily dealt with Meng Hao and his group, even without Han Bihong and the ten women, resolving the crisis.

The addition of the ten women only shortened this process.

The scene suddenly quieted, falling silent.

The thick smell of blood permeated the air.

The sound of breathing, uniform and even, issued from everyone’s nostrils.

"How could it end like this? How could this happen?!!" Meng Hao shrank on the ground, wanting to make sense of it all, but he couldn’t understand.

He didn’t want to die. He couldn’t die, yet he could see no reason for Ye Fan to spare him.

"Why isn’t this bastard Ye Fan dead, why won’t he die?" Meng Hao muttered, teeth chattering, barely coherent.

Seeing Ye Fan approach with a knife, Meng Hao panicked and pleaded, lying on the ground, "Ye Fan, you can’t kill me, you can’t kill me."

"Heh, I can’t kill you? Why can’t I?" Ye Fan said coldly.

"If you kill me, my father won’t let you go," Meng Hao stammered in fear.

"Are you saying I’m afraid of the Meng Family?" Ye Fan said sharply.

"No, I mean no harm; I don’t want to die, I’m begging you, don’t kill me." Meng Hao trembled in every cell of his body.

Ye Fan slashed down, beheading Meng Hao.

Blood spurted into the air.

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