"Bang!"
Two heads collided, and immediately a burst of blood spurted, followed by the two men collapsing to the ground motionless, clearly dead beyond any doubt.
Ye Xunhuan's move instantly attracted the attention of the lookouts in the villa.
Instantly, all the lookouts rushed towards Ye Xunhuan, but the corners of his mouth only curled into a sneer of disdain like dark humor.
Ye Xunhuan didn't rush to enter the villa; he knew that if these men were not dealt with, they would follow him inside anyway.
And they would still come after him then.
Of course, he could capture Ding Wanqiu and threaten them to back off, but that wasn't his style.
Just as someone was about to reach Ye Xunhuan, he swung his right leg fiercely into the man's chest.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound rang out, then the man, like a kite with a broken string, was sent flying backward, landing on the ground convulsing.
Following that, Ye Xunhuan spun around, his hands lashing out in unison.
