once, I couldn't catch even one bullet."Ye Fan knew that with so many bullets fired at him at once, even if he had the power of a god, it would be impossible to catch each bullet spinning at high spe...It is late autumn now, with withered branches covering the ground. A gust of wind sends a shiver through the air, and the scene is filled with desolation.

Ye Fan couldn't believe his eyes. The man in front of him was actually the head of the Ye family, Ye Wuming. He was the old man's uncle, and because the old man took good care of himself, he didn't look much older than fifty. But Ye Wuming had completely turned white with age. Compared to when Ye Fan first met him, he looked much more decrepit.

Ye Fan at this moment didn't know what taste was in his heart, a certain fiber deep within him seemed to be touched. He knew that if the old man were here right now, he would probably be crying tears of joy... confident in his skills. Unless Wang Xiaoyang did something violent that caused the wound to rupture and bleed again, leading to his death, but that situation was rare. Besides, the patient's family...