Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Suddenly, an extremely subtle sound came into Ye Fan's ears. It was the sound of the window being gently pushed open, bringing with it the unique coolness of the night breeze.

Ye Fan raised a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, and here he comes.

A dark shadow climbed into the living room through the window like a ghost, its movements so light that there was no sound at all.

He was wrapped in a tight nightgown, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with cold light, and a sharp short spear in his hand.

This person is none other than the assassin trained by the Howard family. He has A-level bloodline and his spiritual power is "Momentary".

With the power of the Howard family, he easily bypassed the hotel surveillance and targeted Ye Fan on the bed.

Without any hesitation, the assassin directly activated the seventh level of instant.

The 128-fold acceleration made his figure blur in an instant, almost turning into a streak of light.

The short spear in his hand pierced Ye Fan's throat with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

This attack was as fast as lightning, and in his opinion, it would definitely succeed.

However, just as the short spear was about to pierce Ye Fan's throat, a strong hand suddenly reached out from the side and firmly grasped his wrist.

The assassin was startled, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the person on the bed in disbelief.

Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes, with a happy smile on his face, and said softly: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

His smile was like the whisper of the devil in the eyes of the assassins. They tried desperately to break free, but Ye Fan's hand was like an iron clamp, motionless.

He tried to activate the Word Spirit again, but found that the power in his body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force and could not be exerted.

Ye Fan easily snatched the short thorn from his hand and threw it on the ground with a crisp sound.

Then, without waiting for the assassin to react, Ye Fan dealt with him cleanly and neatly, and put him into his own Nibelungen.

After doing all this, Ye Fan lay back on the bed, as if nothing had happened, but there was a bit more understanding and calculation in his eyes.

He knew that the Howard family was destined to have a sleepless night.

The fact was just as Ye Fan expected. The core members of the Howard family were anxiously waiting for news in the family villa, and everyone's face was full of anxiety.

Time passed little by little, from late night to early morning, but there was still no news of the assassins, and an ominous premonition hung over everyone's heart.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the clouds onto the earth, the Howard family received a special invitation.

The signature was Ye Fan, and the content was very simple, expressing the hope of having a good chat with the Howard family.

Just as they were holding the invitation and had not yet discussed a strategy, a notification came from the door of the villa that Ye Fan had arrived.

When everyone arrived at the door, they saw Ye Fan with a gentle smile on his face and an exquisite gift box in his hand, like a gentleman who came to visit a friend.

The sunlight shone on him, giving him a soft halo, but in the eyes of the Howard family, there was an unspeakable pressure hidden behind this smile.

Out of desperation, they could only invite Ye Fan in.

Entering the living room, Ye Fan sat casually on the sofa and glanced at the Howard family members present.

Without any unnecessary greetings, he simply snapped his fingers, and a figure was suddenly pulled out from the void and fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone looked closely and saw that it was the assassin who had gone to assassinate Ye Fan. He was already dead at this moment.

This ability to pull a person out of thin air made all the Howard family members gasp, their eyes filled with fear.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became solemn, and the air seemed to freeze.

Ye Fan looked at everyone's reactions, still with a smile on his face, and slowly said:

"I already know all the information, but I didn't tell Henkel. I'm a gentleman and I hope to negotiate a reasonable business deal with everyone here."

The leader of the Howard family suppressed the shock and fear in his heart, calmed himself down, and tried to make his voice sound steady: "I wonder what kind of business Mr. Ye wants to discuss?"

Ye Fan smiled at him and said in a relaxed tone: "It's very simple, just hand over all your Howard family's assets to me."

"What did you say?!"

The leader of the Howard family was so shocked that he stood up from his chair. He stared at Ye Fan and shouted angrily:

"How can you do business like this? If you come with such sincerity, then I would rather let Han Gao know that we are trying to assassinate you. Although he is the leader of the North American mixed-bloods, he dare not anger my family."

Looking at the angry man in front of him, Ye Fan didn't care. He just said helplessly: "Han Gao? You think Han Gao is stronger than me and more threatening to you than me, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't say it in front of me."

"Oh my, I'm really underestimated."

He scratched his hair in distress, but his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Then let me change the content of the transaction. Perhaps this way you can hear it more clearly."

Ye Fan looked at the patriarch of the Howard family and said seriously, word by word:

"Listen carefully. My next deal is that your entire family submits to me, and then I will release you and let you live until tomorrow. How about that?"

The patriarch of the Howard family saw the ultimate power and authority in Ye Fan's aqua-blue eyes. It was a kind of pressure that made his soul tremble.

But he quickly forced himself to calm down. This was the Howard family's ancestral villa, where their family had lived for hundreds of years.

As a family that started out in arms, this villa has long been transformed into a huge war fortress with impregnable fortifications.

"Haha, what a boast! Looks like we can't have a proper discussion!" The Howard family patriarch shouted, "Capture him!"

In an instant, countless well-equipped hybrids rushed into the villa from all directions. Windows were smashed, doors were kicked open, and densely packed figures filled the entire space.

Chapter 217 Military Factory

They held the most advanced submachine guns in their hands, wore the latest bulletproof vests, had fierce eyes and were full of murderous intent.

Each of them is an elite carefully trained by the family, and the lowest bloodline level is B level.

"Haha, instead of running away, you approach me?"

Seeing this, Ye Fan was not afraid at all, but instead exclaimed in admiration.

This group of arms criminals had no etiquette at all. Countless flames poured out from the gun barrels and rushed towards Ye Fan.

Looking at the countless bullets, Ye Fan whispered: "the world..."

The moment the words fell, time seemed to be paused.

Everything froze. The hybrid at the front kept charging forward. The bullet had just been fired from the gun barrel and was still suspended in mid-air. The broken glass fragments also stopped on their way down.

The whole world fell into a strange silence, and only Ye Fan was able to move freely.

He stood up gracefully from the sofa and snapped his fingers.

Golden lines spread out from under his feet, and the domain of royal power instantly enveloped the entire villa.

Ten times the gravity suddenly pressed down, targeting everyone except the core members of the Howard family.

Those fully armed hybrids could not bear the pressure of ten times the gravity and fell to the ground one after another, their bones making creaking sounds under the heavy burden.

The weapon in his hand fell to the ground. He struggled on the ground in pain, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his head.

Ye Fan didn't even dare to use more than 10 times the gravity. These people were his free labor, and they couldn't just turn into a pool of blood foam.

After dealing with these people, Ye Fan turned his attention to the patriarch of the Howard family.

At this time, the patriarch was standing up because of anger. Ye Fan walked up to him, pressed him back into the chair with his own hands, and considerately adjusted his posture.

Let him sit upright with his hands on his knees, like a primary school student listening attentively in class.

After doing all this, Ye Fan said: "Time starts to flow again."

The frozen time returned to normal in an instant, and the sound of falling to the ground rang out in unison, filled with painful whimpers.

The patriarch of the Howard family froze as his vision cleared.

He looked down at his own posture, then turned his head stiffly to see his men struggling on the ground, their faces filled with disbelief.

"You guy!"

Anger rising from his heart, the patriarch of the Howard family slammed his hand on the table again and stood up suddenly.

But then, a white light flashed in his eyes, and when he came to his senses again, he had already sat back in the chair, his hands clasped on his knees, looking even more upright than before.

"How is this going?!"

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the patriarch of the Howard family. He was completely stunned, his heart filled with fear and confusion.

He clearly felt that he had stood up, but why did he suddenly return to his seat?

He tried to stand up again, trembling, but the next second, the same result occurred. He sat back down again just as he stood up.

Ye Fan on the opposite side always maintained a calm look, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him, and his water-blue eyes were full of undisguised contempt.

"Why are you sitting here all the time? In this situation, you should stand up to be more intimidating, right?" Ye Fan looked at him and reminded him with a smile.

The patriarch of the Howard family sweated more on his cheeks. He finally realized that his every move was firmly controlled by the other party.

He was torn between his conscience and his desires, and fear overwhelmed him like a tide. Now he dared not move anymore and could only maintain that strange posture.

"Haha, you are worthy of being the head of the family. Your way of talking to people is really special."

Ye Fan picked up a cup of black tea from the table in front of him, savoring it carefully with a leisurely attitude.

Every movement and every breath he made made the patriarch of the Howard family feel extremely pressured.

Cold sweat soaked his shirt, his back pressed tightly against the chair, and he didn't even dare to breathe, let alone say a word.

"Let's get back to business. You haven't responded to my offer yet. Come on, tell me whether you'll live tomorrow or die today."

Ye Fan put down his teacup and looked at the patriarch of the Howard family calmly.

At this time, the teacup was empty, with only two tea leaves left, lying quietly at the bottom of the cup.

When people are nervous, they always need to find something to divert their attention. The patriarch of the Howard family is no exception. He stared at the empty teacup, trying to keep himself calm.

Ye Fan took in his expression and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The next second, a white light flashed, and the patriarch of the Howard family widened his eyes uncontrollably.

The teacup that was originally empty was filled up again out of thin air!

A few tea leaves floated on the red tea soup. The water surface was calm and emitting wisps of white mist.

Ye Fan was still in that elegant and calm state, leaning on the sofa, looking at him calmly.

Those seemingly calm eyes, in the eyes of the patriarch, were like the deepest whirlpool, full of weirdness and terror.

The patriarch of the Howard family was sweating profusely at this moment. His worldview had been impacted unprecedentedly, and everything happening before his eyes was beyond his comprehension.