"Ah!" Ghost Hand cried out in agony.
He spat out several more mouthfuls of blood, his face contorted in a ferocious glare at Chen Fan.
"Do you really think I dare not kill you?" Chen Fan's hand materialized a silver needle.
"Hahaha, I'll give you ten times the guts, you still wouldn't dare to act! Chen Fan, remember this, as long as I don't die, your grandmother and your woman will be the ones to die! I will personally torture them to death!" Ghost Hand said viciously.
A flicker of killing intent flashed in Chen Fan's eyes.
"Stop!"
However, just as Chen Fan was about to strike, a voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.
The hurried sound of high heels echoed, rapidly approaching Chen Fan.
Chen Fan turned to look, his brow furrowing slightly, "It's you?"
The person who arrived was none other than Song Wenting, the owner of Red Leaf Bar.
Not only her, but a group of people also entered from outside, led by the masked middle-aged man.
Seeing this figure, Chen Fan's gaze became vigilant, his hand gripping the silver needles tightly.
Chen Fan had even prepared himself, if these people were to attack him, he would immediately take Song Wenting, who was closest to him, hostage.
"Boss." Ghost Hand, lying on the ground, showed a hint of joy on his contorted face as he saw the middle-aged man enter.
Enduring the pain in his chest, Ghost Hand pushed himself up from the sofa.
He looked at Chen Fan mockingly, "Kid, I'm sorry, I won't die today. Next, I'll have a good time playing with you and your family."
In his eyes, his boss's appearance was clearly to save him.
"Good, I will have a good time playing with you." Chen Fan had never wanted to get rid of someone so badly before.
However, he also knew that with the masked man here, he had no chance of killing Ghost Hand, but he would not let Ghost Hand have the opportunity to threaten his family.
At this moment, the masked man walked over slowly.
Seeing the masked man approach, Chen Fan's nerves immediately tensed. He had a strong intuition telling him that this person in front of him was not simple.
"Boss." Seeing the masked man approach, Ghost Hand limped and respectfully addressed him.
"Bang!"
The next second, the masked man raised his leg and kicked directly into Ghost Hand's abdomen.
With immense force, Ghost Hand was sent flying several meters back, landing on his knees.
The intense pain made Ghost Hand's face turn pale, his whole body trembling, and he even struggled to breathe.
"Bo-boss." Ghost Hand, enduring the pain, called out again.
However, his eyes were filled with confusion, not understanding why his boss would attack him.
The masked man ignored Ghost Hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Take care of them."
Hearing the masked man's command, several bodyguards moved towards the two assassins and Li Jiaorong.
"No, no, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
"Husband, husband save me, save me!" Li Jiaorong was already pale with fright, constantly begging Ghost Hand for help.
The two assassins were also filled with terror, pleading with Chen Fan, "Mr. Chen, you said you would spare our lives, didn't you? You can't go back on your word, Mr. Chen."
"Stop!"
Seeing this scene, Chen Fan was horrified and quickly shouted to stop them.
"Bang bang bang!"
However, Chen Fan's voice had no effect. Three gunshots rang out successively in the villa hall.
Three figures slowly slumped to the ground with Chen Fan's shout.
Chen Fan stood there, stunned.
Although he was a doctor and had seen death many times, it was always when he was powerless. He had never imagined that someone would die like this in front of him.
Witnessing it firsthand had a profound impact on Chen Fan's heart.
Especially since he had promised the two assassins that he would not take their lives, and Chen Fan had even decided to send them to jail once this matter was resolved.
But he never expected that this masked man would order their deaths.
Ghost Hand was also stunned, his eyes wide as he looked at the masked man, his face filled with confusion, "Boss, why, why did you do this?"
The masked man still ignored Ghost Hand and looked at Song Wenting, "Take him out."
"Yes, Godfather!" Song Wenting nodded, pulling Chen Fan, who had not yet recovered, out of the villa.
A moment later, only the masked man and Ghost Hand remained in the villa hall.
The masked man then turned his gaze to Ghost Hand.
"Han Haoran, he's your son, isn't he?" the masked man asked in a hoarse voice.
"Yes." Ghost Hand nodded tremblingly.
"Didn't I tell you, Chen Fan, cannot be touched."
"Yes." Ghost Hand replied nervously.
He then quickly explained, "Boss, it was Chen Fan, he crippled my son first, that's why I, that's why I had the intention to kill Chen Fan."
"Heh heh."
"Chen Fan crippled your son like that, and you wanted to take Chen Fan's life."
"Then you want to kill my son, how should I deal with you?" the masked man asked, his two deep eyes behind the mask looking at Ghost Hand.
Boom!
Instantly, Ghost Hand felt as if struck by lightning, looking at the masked man with disbelief.
"Boss, what, what are you saying? Chen Fan, Chen Fan is your son?! You, you must be joking, right? How, how could he be your son? Even if he's dating Song Wenting, but, but they're not married, he can't possibly be your son, right?" Ghost Hand kept shaking his head, unable to believe that what the masked man said was true.
The masked man stepped forward, grabbed Ghost Hand by the neck, and his hoarse voice rang out again, "Do you know why I killed you?"
Ghost Hand looked at the masked man with utter terror.
"Because, Chen Fan's grandmother, is my mother."
Ghost Hand was instantly filled with horror.
"Crack!"
A snapping sound came from Ghost Hand's neck, and instantly, Ghost Hand stopped breathing.
"Thump!"
The masked man released his grip, and Ghost Hand's body immediately fell to the ground.
Glancing at Ghost Hand's corpse, the masked man turned and left the villa indifferently.
At this time, Chen Fan was still standing there, lost in thought, the image of the three figures falling to the ground still in his mind.
It wasn't until the masked man left the villa that Chen Fan finally came back to his senses.
The bloodstains on the masked man's hands were glaring. Chen Fan could naturally guess that Ghost Hand was clearly dead.
"You killed him?" Chen Fan couldn't help but ask.
The masked man stopped and looked at Chen Fan, "Yes."
"Ghost Hand deserved to die, but what about those three people? Even if they deserved to die? It wasn't for you to execute them!" Chen Fan questioned angrily.
"Chen Fan!" Song Wenting frantically pulled Chen Fan, stopping him from saying anything more.
Hearing Chen Fan's words, the masked man immediately sneered, "Heh heh, a woman's benevolence. No wonder a mere Ghost Hand could make you so disheveled. Go back and be a doctor, this world is not suitable for you."
After speaking, the masked man ignored Chen Fan and walked forward, directly getting into a Rolls-Royce.