The three men opened fire simultaneously, but Ye Fan miraculously dodged every bullet. His skill had undoubtedly surpassed Mo Chou's comprehension.
It wasn't just Mo Chou; the three assailants trembled as well. A man who could dodge bullets—they genuinely couldn't tell if he was a man or a ghost.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan rushed them, sending them into a panic. The leader had just pulled out a dagger when Ye Fan broke his arm.
Ye Fan caught the falling dagger and flicked it across the man's neck, slitting his throat. As another assailant raised his handgun, Ye Fan threw the dagger again, severing the man's fingers.
"AH!" he shrieked, clutching his hand. But his cry was cut short as Ye Fan retrieved the dagger and plunged it into his chest. The man fell, clutching the wound as his life ebbed away.
