The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 687: Prince, Can You Escape?

"Let me go?" the Bitter Ghost, God of Killing, volunteered.

Ye Chenfeng, however, waved his hand, "No need, I’ll have someone watch him."

"Alright, I didn’t expect him to escape in the end! If I had known, I would have been more vigilant." the Bitter Ghost, God of Killing, said with a tone of self-reproach.

"Yoga Skill is truly terrifying. Luckily, I broke a seal, otherwise, it wouldn’t have been as simple as being unconscious for three days," Ye Chenfeng spoke.

"Mmm, Death Angel is also a notorious assassin organization in the West. It’s unexpected that their strongest ace practices India’s Yoga Skill."

"Indeed, who would have thought."

"Divine King, I believe that by now all intelligence-rich organizations are aware that you’re alive," said the Bitter Ghost, God of Killing, somewhat nervously.

"I’m not worried about that anymore. However, what puzzles me is that the Emperor of Night did not reveal the news of my survival, which I find very perplexing," Ye Chenfeng said with surprise.

"He and the powers behind him must be brewing some plan, right?"

"Perhaps," Ye Chenfeng sighed deeply, "Let’s leave."

"Alright!"

"Oh, by the way..." Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng seemed to remember something, and pulled out a pair of glasses from his pocket, "You go back first, I have a place to visit."

...

In the Jiang Group, the chairman’s office.

Jiang Tian sat upright and proper as his secretary handed him a cup of freshly brewed strong tea.

"Chairman, the tea is ready," the secretary said timidly.

Jiang Tian did not even lift his head, "Alright, you may leave."

In an instant, the vast office was left with only Jiang Tian, feeling extremely empty.

Even the atmosphere in the office turned somewhat eerie for a moment, a chill rising from the bottom of Jiang Tian’s heart.

He suddenly looked up, only to see someone standing in front of him.

This scared Jiang Tian quite a bit, causing his body to shiver fiercely.

"It’s you?"

The first thing Jiang Tian saw when he looked up was a distinctive symbol: that pair of flat-bottomed black-framed glasses.

"Hmm? No!" But then he quickly came back to his senses, exclaiming, "Ye Chenfeng, how is it you?"

A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of Ye Chenfeng’s mouth, "Prince, you really are faint-hearted, to get scared just like that?"

As he spoke, Ye Chenfeng slowly took off the glasses and tossed them carelessly in front of Jiang Tian.

Jiang Tian had a vivid memory of those glasses; they were a blood-soaked example.

As he looked at the glasses on the desk, a terrifying aura echoed in Jiang Tian’s heart.

Originally, the glasses belonged to that fearsome assassin, but now they were in the hands of Ye Chenfeng, which could only mean one thing: the assassin’s mission had failed, the terrifying assassin who used a pair of glasses to kill the Bitter Ghost had been taken out by Ye Chenfeng.

It was supposed to be a three-day mission to kill Ye Chenfeng, and now it was the fourth day. In a flash, Jiang Tian understood everything. It meant the mission had failed; no wonder there had been no news.

"Hiss!"

Jiang Tian couldn’t help but take a sharp breath in. How terrifying Ye Chenfeng must be.

The assassin’s starting price was five hundred million US dollars, which had doubled to one billion US dollars.

Yet such a terrifying assassin had still been taken out by Ye Chenfeng. How powerful Ye Chenfeng must be was beyond Jiang Tian’s imagination.

"Hello there, Prince. On my way here, I picked up a pair of glasses. Could it be yours?" Ye Chenfeng said with a smile.

But that smile looked so terrifying to Jiang Tian, it made him feel cold all over and his heart stood on edge.

"No, you’re mistaken, that’s not my glasses. I never wear glasses," said Jiang Tian, who, although was extremely frightened inside, managed to maintain a calm demeanor, speaking with a tone of composure.

"Oh?" Ye Chenfeng’s eyes lit up, "Is that so? Then I must be mistaken."

"Ye Chenfeng, since you were able to find me, that means you already know everything. Kill or shave, it’s up to you!" Jiang Tian was not at all panicked, just calmly looking at Ye Chenfeng.

He also knew that nothing could be done, after all, Ye Chenfeng was too terrifying.

"Seeing me alive must be disappointing for you, right?" Ye Chenfeng said with a smile.

"Indeed very disappointed, no, now it should be despair. You not dying means that I will die," said Jiang Tian.

"Clap, clap!"

Ye Chenfeng applauded, praising, "Prince truly lives up to his name, such spirit is definitely not something ordinary people possess."

"Heh, I feel extremely honored to receive your praise," laughed Jiang Tian, but his smile was so forced.

"Prince, I have a question, Yao Bilian was killed by you, right? The two of you must have had some history," Ye Chenfeng suddenly asked.

Jiang Tian’s complexion changed drastically, and his body trembled slightly.

"It seems I’ve guessed right."

"Before you make your move, I want to know your real identity," Jiang Tian looked up at Ye Chenfeng, his eyes filled with hope.

"Tell you my identity? I have no special identity, just an ordinary person," Ye Chenfeng said with a laugh.

Jiang Tian immediately interrupted, "Impossible, your background must reach the heavens."

"Heh, then you might as well go down and ask King Yan! He perhaps knows more clearly!"

Before his words had ended, Ye Chenfeng moved, striking towards Jiang Tian’s crown with a fierce palm.

"Bang!"

To Ye Chenfeng’s surprise, Jiang Tian actually reacted, crossing his arms in front of him and forcefully blocking Ye Chenfeng’s strike.

But the powerful force sent both man and chair reeling back against the wall, with Jiang Tian spitting out blood.

He was lucky to have not been killed by Ye Chenfeng’s palm.

Ye Chenfeng’s gaze sharpened, as the situation had changed.

"Crack!"

In Jiang Tian’s hand, now resting on the leather chair, there appeared a handgun. As the chair slid, he lifted the gun, chambered a round, aimed, and fired, all actions completed in the same instant.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."

The gun, outfitted with a silencer, could only produce muted pfft sounds.

As the leather chair slid, Jiang Tian was essentially moving target practice.

However, his marksmanship surprised Ye Chenfeng, very steady and accurate.

But he didn’t hit Ye Chenfeng with a single bullet; all were dodged by Ye Chenfeng.

By this time, Jiang Tian sitting on the leather chair had reached the doorway, evidently having been prepared to escape all along.

"Heh, you think you can escape?"

Ye Chenfeng sneered, and his figure suddenly vanished.

"Bang!"

A dull roar like thunder, a figure was thrown high, crashing heavily against the wall.

"Could the Prince really escape?" Ye Chenfeng toyed with the firearm in his hand, eventually aiming it at Jiang Tian.

"Bang!"

At that moment, the door suddenly opened.

Enter Liu Fangfei, who immediately ran forward and stood in front of Ye Chenfeng, using her body to protect Jiang Tian.

"Move!" Ye Chenfeng said coldly.

"I won’t move, if you want to kill my foster father, then kill me first! Walk over my dead body!" Liu Fangfei’s eyes shone with determination.