but she was unwilling for Ye Fan to suffer even a bit of harm. At this moment, she was like a hen protecting her chicks.“Baby, scram...I might scratch your pretty little face later, don't blame me,”...After getting into the car, Ye Fan finally let out a sigh of relief. He had been playing with fire just now... If Kunka knew he had taken in the assassin who tried to kill him, it would probably affect their relationship.

Upon arriving at the designated residence, this place... was barely a hotel. In these small countries, conditions could only be made do with. Ren Zhihua had taken over the entire first floor of the inn, and the people he brought were all those he had cultivated and trusted.

After Ren Zhihua arranged for Li Su and Jinlong to rest, Ye Fan immediately took the black man to the innermost room and briefly examined his body.

The black man's body was still a little weak, after all, he had been injured too many times. After checking his body, Ren Zhihua knocked on the door outside. Ye Fan let him in and told him about the situation. Then he asked Ren Zhihua to take people to the street to buy some medicine.

After all, this small country was not ruled by Kunka, so it was relatively stable. Besides, it was a city, so Ren Zhihua soon bought some medicine back.

After buying the medicine, Ye Fan re-examined his body. However, as soon as he finished the examination, he woke up. Although injured, in Ye Fan's eyes, he was like a wild beast, a wounded wild beast. Although he was weak at the moment, the glint in his eyes held an innate ferocity!

"Thank you." He glanced at Ye Fan, then at the medicine beside him: "I'll do it myself."

Ye Fan glanced at him and nodded. Anyone who could be a killer basically had no problem. As expected, he was very skilled at cleaning the wound and bandaging it. Then he endured the pain and straightened his ribs. Finally, he looked at the wound on his calf and thought: "Do you have a knife"

"Yes."

Ye Fan nodded and took out a dagger, handing it to him. The strong man was taken aback when he saw the dagger Ye Fan handed over. He was very familiar with the dagger; it had been in use for many years. He only remembered that when he shot at Ye Fan before, it hit the plane, and he didn't expect Ye Fan to take it out.

Ye Fan also didn't want to leave any trace. He took out the dagger on the plane. However, he still left a scar, but Ye Fan dealt with it slightly, and it was not obvious.

Taking the dagger, the strong man didn't say a word. He disinfected it in the alcohol nearby and then glanced at Ye Fan, suddenly saying, "Can you turn around"

"Why" Ye Fan asked curiously.

"Because I thought you might not like to see this," he suddenly grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and then he flipped the knife around, his face now sporting a stiff smile...

A flash of cold light, followed by a gush of blood, he actually removed the circle of black flesh around the wound with his own hands without changing his expression!

Looking at the gruesome wound, he quickly applied medicine. Then he took out a bandage to stop the bleeding and bandaged it. His movements were swift, though his eye muscles trembled from the pain, he remained composed.

Seeing his method of treating wounds, and the way he removed the head from his leg without changing his expression, Ye Fan couldn't help but admire him in his heart. Such an assassin was truly rare!

"Is this alright Were you bitten by a venomous snake" Ye Fan glanced at him, admiring him greatly.

"Well, I've already taken medicine... Luckily, that snake wasn't the most venomous, its poison wasn't strong... Otherwise, I would have been dead by now." He said calmly: "The poison has been cleared by my medicine, but if this rotting flesh remains, it will kill me. I can only cut it off."

Ye Fan noticed that while cleaning his wounds, this guy took off his clothes, and his whole body was covered in a terrifying mass of scars!

It seems he's a man who has been tempered by countless battles, having walked the tightrope between life and death.

"Do you have any cigarettes" At that moment, he suddenly smiled: "If there were cigarettes, it would feel a little more comfortable."

Ye Fan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to him, then lit it with a lighter.

"Thank you..."

Lighting a cigarette, he took a deep drag and then looked at Ye Fan, saying, "Also, thank you for saving my life."

When he spoke, his face was filled with remorse, more so with an expression that was unreadable.

Ye Fan carefully looked at the black man in front of him a few times. He hadn't paid close attention before, but now it seemed that he was actually very young. Ye Fan suspected that he might not even be twenty years old. Although he looked so cold and experienced, after washing away the makeup, his face appeared delicate, even with a hint of youthful innocence... This physiological youthfulness, mixed with the mature and sophisticated aura on his face, made people feel a little strange.

Ye Fan also took out a cigarette, lit it and took a few deep puffs before speaking, "Why do you want to know about Kunka"

From the moment he saw him on the plane, Ye Fan had suspicions. Including the killer who was swallowed by the giant ants and this one in front of him, they were all mixed-race, not pure locals. But looking at their skills, they were more experienced than ordinary mercenaries, probably trained from childhood by a killer group as killing machines.

But who in that killer group wanted Kunta's life Kunta wasn't even given the most basic interrogation. It seems he was frequently targeted for assassination before.

Hearing Ye Fan's question, the young black man glanced at him. His eyes were calm, but he shook his head without speaking, then whispered to me, "Is my comrade dead"

"He's dead."

Ye Fan said faintly, that day's scene was really unbearable to look back on. Kunka used the cruellest punishment in the world to punish those who assassinated him, warning those who tried to kill him. However, his companion that day almost succeeded.

His comrade's death was somewhat related to Ye Fan. Moreover, if Ye Fan hadn't intervened, his assassination mission would have been successful.

Ye Fan noticed that when he said his companion had died, the young man's resolute eyes only relaxed slightly before returning to normal.

The young man silently took a drag of his cigarette and then exhaled it, as if using this method to pay respects to his deceased companion. He silently looked out the window. After twenty seconds or so, he turned his head to look at Ye Fan and suddenly asked in a strange tone: "Do you know How did my companion die Was he fed to lions by Kunka"

He, in the end, still asked that question.

Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, seeing the young man's eyes were very determined, as if he must get an answer from Ye Fan.

After a moment of hesitation, Ye Fan still opened his mouth and said, “Do you know ‘Kuluka’”

"I understand." The young man nodded, his expression unchanged: "Is that so Thank you for telling me." a few times and completely believed his words.The more Xu Yidan thought about it, the angrier she became, especially since this guy had touched her buttocks when they hugged earlier. She was fuming m...