My Perfect Female CEO

Chapter 1164: Overpowering Annihilation

The Third Elder’s dissatisfaction with Ye Fan grew stronger and stronger. This brat actually showed no respect to him, the dignified Third Elder—far too presumptuous.The Fourth Elder was burning with anxiety, afraid something would happen, and the more he worried, the more the thing he feared was destined to happen.

"Ye Fan, your Terminator halo has already dimmed. The Underworld is no longer the era you belonged to."

"In the current Underworld, you don’t have the capital to be this arrogant. You’d better behave yourself."

"Terminator, do you dare accept my challenge? Daring to disrespect the Third Elder—it’s our duty to teach you how to behave."

"Also to let you understand that in front of us, you’d better follow the rules. Don’t wave some expired halo in our faces and act tough. You don’t have that ability, and you don’t have that qualification."

The few leaders of the Ghost squad all opened their mouths, their contempt and provocation toward Ye Fan written all over their faces.

"Let’s see how long you can keep acting arrogant. I really want to experience just how capable you are." The Third Elder sneered.

"Crap!" The Fourth Elder cried out inwardly, then hurriedly said, "Mr. Ye, you’re magnanimous, don’t stoop to their level."

Then he turned on the Ghost squad with a loud scolding: "Back off, all of you! Is this a place for you to speak?"

"Fourth Elder, you don’t need to interfere. This is between us and him. You just stand to the side and watch." someone from the Ghost squad said.

"Fourth Elder, looks like they don’t care much about you as their savior." Ye Fan said with great interest.

The moment the Fourth Elder heard the words "savior," his face drastically changed. He knew Ye Fan had developed a killing intent.

But the Ghost squad people were insanely arrogant, and the Third Elder was just sitting there watching. What could he do?

"You lot, whoever wants to challenge me, step forward. Let me at least recognize your faces, so it won’t be a hassle when I try to find out who had the guts to challenge me." Ye Fan smiled meaningfully.

"Me!"

"And me!"

The eight Ghost squad leaders stepped forward as one, staring at Ye Fan, brimming with fighting spirit.

These eight were the leaders of the Ghost squad, the ones who had come along with the Third Elder, all of them harboring deep hostility toward Ye Fan.

"Good, very good." Ye Fan hooked his finger at them, utterly wanton. "Are you coming at me together, or one by one?"

"You’re way too arrogant." One man couldn’t bear Ye Fan’s brazen provocation anymore. He immediately leaped out and swept a kick sideways toward Ye Fan, his leg shadow covering him.

Ye Fan lashed out with a kick, blocking the man’s leg attack. At the same time, his hand shot out, tightened into a fist, and drove straight toward the man’s forehead.

Ye Fan’s kick neutralized the man’s attack. Taking advantage of the clash of their legs, as the man’s balance faltered, Ye Fan’s fist was already upon him. The man had no time to launch any follow-up move and instantly fell into the kill trap Ye Fan had set.

The man had been gathering strength, ready to explode in anger, but he never imagined that clashing head-on with Ye Fan would feel like kicking a stone slab. He was in trouble now—his stance broken, completely unprepared for Ye Fan’s follow-up killing move.

With a loud "Bang!", the man’s forehead had an intimate rendezvous with Ye Fan’s fist. His skull immediately deformed, faintly caving in, and the crisp sound of bone shattering rang out.

His eyes widened, dying with grievances unvoiced, and his body went limp as he crumpled to the ground, killed in an instant.

The Ghost squad people were all ones who had crawled out of major prisons and similar hellholes. Sky Net had spent enormous effort to assemble such a unit. To become leaders capable of subduing the others, each one of them had their own vicious, ruthless streak.

Yet Ye Fan had casually wiped out one such vicious leader, shocking everyone around them.

"This...?" The Third Elder was dumbfounded.

"Alas." The Fourth Elder sighed regretfully.

"You killed him."

"You actually killed him!"

"You fucking killed him!"

"We agreed this was just a friendly spar, and you actually slaughtered someone in cold blood."

The remaining seven Ghost squad leaders were furious, collectively raging at Ye Fan’s ruthlessness.

They were all cold-blooded executioners, but witnessing Ye Fan kill so casually with a flick of his hand still left them stunned.

"Kid, you’re the one courting death, so don’t blame us for being ruthless."

"Die. You’ll pay the proper price with your life."

"If we don’t kill you, how are we supposed to maintain our standing?"

Four of them exchanged glances, then charged out, launching a joint encirclement and kill assault on Ye Fan.

The four of them spread out in four directions—the best formation for surrounding and killing Ye Fan, without hindering each other’s performance.

Ye Fan took on four at once, and the brutal melee broke out, everyone around staring with eyes wide open.

With a dull "Thud!", one person’s head smashed into the wall, the wall cracking open, and his head cracking with it. Blood splattered everywhere; he died a miserable death.

With a "Crack! Crack!", Ye Fan’s rapid chain punches hammered into another man’s chest, bones snapping one after another. The man was flung out, blood spraying into the air, mixed with bits of internal organs—dead beyond doubt.

With another kick, Ye Fan’s foot drove into one man’s lower abdomen, then a fierce chopping strike shattered his neck.

The last man fell to the ground wounded, and Ye Fan stepped down and crushed him to death.

The four who had besieged Ye Fan were all dead.

In the midst of the fight, the moment Ye Fan found an opening, he delivered a fatal blow.

In less than three minutes, Ye Fan had easily dealt with all four of them.

"Fuck, are my eyes playing tricks on me? What just happened? What the hell just happened? No matter how strong a person’s combat power is, how can it possibly be this monstrous?" The Third Elder was completely shaken to his core.

"If they’d known this would happen, why do what they did at the start? They turned a deaf ear to my words; they deserve this end." The Fourth Elder said bitterly.

"You’re not allowed to kill people. You can’t kill people. Ye Fan, you can’t just kill people at will, do you know that? How can you kill people? This was supposed to be a friendly spar and exchange—how can you just randomly kill people? This is immoral, do you understand?" The Third Elder shouted in reprimand, but the look he gave Ye Fan was filled with undisguised terror.

"I’ll settle the score with you later. Don’t rush." Ye Fan looked at the Third Elder and gave a strange smile.

"Settle the score with me? Settle what score with me? I’m not rushing, I’m not rushing anything..." The Third Elder’s heart pounded faster and faster, his anxiety through the roof.

"Calm down. This is beyond your control now. Don’t say anything more, or you might invite disaster on your own head." The Fourth Elder advised in a low voice.

"Disaster on my own head? He dares kill me? How is that possible?" The Third Elder was stunned.

"Why is it impossible? Don’t forget who the Terminator is. Being forced by the organization to do things against his will is already enough to make him burn with frustration. Even if we treated him with kid gloves, we’d still be afraid he’d find fault with us for no reason. But you? You just had to shove your head into the muzzle of the gun. What was the point?" The Fourth Elder said earnestly.

"So he really does dare kill me..." The Third Elder finally realized this, and his face instantly turned pale.