Chapter 479: Announce to the world

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Ye Fan walked into the house, which was a bit like the front desk service area of ​​a small hotel. A counter was placed there, and there was a red-nosed old man with a drunken snoring on the counter.
At the counter, there are a few pots of flowers that have been killed because they are not watered. These pots are filled with all kinds of cigarette butts and throwing all kinds of garbage.
A filthy crystal lamp, several lights have been hung, leaving only three bulbs, barely maintaining the light of the lobby.
After the white youth closed the door, he slowly went to the counter and took out a guest's registration book, but because the old man was on the counter, he pressed the book.
The white youth did not say anything. When the slap was pushed, the old drunken man was pushed away.
The old man directly fell to the ground with a jingle, then snorted and continued to huddle and sleep, and his mouth whispered: "Liana...beware of the liver...the buttocks are high...hey..."
I don't know what the old man is doing, but he slept very sweetly.
The young white man, regardless of the old man, picked up a plastic ballpoint pen with a broken pen. The refill was still red. He looked up and asked Ye Fan: "What is it?"
Ye Fan replied: "Ye Fan".
"Can't write, write it yourself." The white youth pushed the book and the pen to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan almost didn't laugh out, this miser, the front desk looking for him too much?
However, Ye Fan wrote his name and asked: "Will you be president?"
The white young man listened, and looked at Ye Fan with a strange look. "You look for us to be old?"
"Well," Ye Fan nodded. "Really, our old friend."
"He just went out," said the white young man.
"Where are you going? Killing people?" Ye Fan asked, that would be unfortunate.
The white man shook his head: "Go to the park."
Ye Fan listened, remembered something, and smiled: "Well, then I will wait for him."
The white youth pointed to a dark passage inside. "You go in, it keeps going, and the inside is the president's office."
At the same time, regardless of the identity of Ye Fan, the white youth did not ask much. He directly picked up a mobile phone with a broken screen and started playing a shooting game.
Ye Fan walked into the passage from the ground and walked in. He could see the various flags hanging on both sides, and the various medals and trophies stored in some glass cabinets.
These flags, these display cabinets, are all covered with dust, and they are usually not cleaned at all.
But if someone carefully looks at these flags, the words written on these trophies will be shocking!
"Sate selected the world's first killing craftsmanship - Buffalo!"
"World Killer Gold Knife Award - Asmonis"!
"The Best Union of the World Killers Association - Buffalo!"
"Assassin's Lifetime Achievement Award - Asmonis"!
"Assassin Society Lifetime Honorary Chairman - Asmontis"...
Almost all of the world's top killers and killers can get the highest awards, here is available, and has been linked to the world's first killing manual title for three years!
And that side of the banner, many of them are to thank the killers for their successful assassination. The customers have sent them over, and they have been completely unable to let go. Many of them have been rolled up and thrown in the display cabinet.
Everything declares who is the strongest killing hand in this world! Who is the strongest killer!
Buffalo! Asmontis!
Looking at these trophies and medals, Ye Fan was also very emotional and gratified in his eyes, and he muttered in his heart: mischievous, mixed.
In addition to these displays, there are also different rooms on both sides of the passage, including training rooms, gyms and even swimming pools.
The more amazing thing is that although most places are very dirty, these venues for killer training are very clean.
Ye Fan walked over and saw a dozen male and female killers between the ages of 10 and 30, and focused on training various techniques.
They are engrossed, and they simply ignore Ye Fan’s passing. It seems that in their world, they only become stronger! Become stronger! Become stronger again!
Ye Fan went to the innermost wooden door, there is no door lock at all, and it can be pushed in directly.
Just stepping in, Ye Fan was not aware of it, but he did not shoot, but accepted it all silently...
A sharp cold dagger, from the side against the neck of Ye Fan.
Holding a dagger, is a woman wearing a tight-fitting ninja suit, her long black hair, tied with a red rope ponytail, clean and neat.
Like the white snow color, the autumn water is bright, the Yao nose is tall, the little cherry lips, a small goose egg face, exquisite and generous.
The key is that she is dressed in a black ninja, and she is very proud of her body. She is not like an oriental woman. She is so full of clothes that she can't hold her clothes. The waist is like a willow, and the bottom is round and round.
It's hard to imagine, how tight and full of body, how to train out, I am afraid that if there is no natural beauty, the day after tomorrow can not grow.
This young woman, who was just hidden, was very good. Ye Fan didn't discover her existence until she came in. She was able to hold Ye Fan, and it was already very stealthy.
"Who are you?" The voice of the young female killer is very cold, but very sweet.
Ye Fan sighed, and a smile of nostalgia, his eyes turned softly: "Fog night, don't know me?"
When Ye Fan said this sentence, when Ye Fan’s appearance was seen by a woman, the dagger in the woman’s hand immediately fell to the ground.
"Hey!"
The dagger sounded crisply as if it were also hitting the heart of the female killer.
"my...my-prince!?"
The foggy night was so excited that he would kneel down on one knee, but was lifted by Ye Fan.
"Oh, hey, we have known since childhood, you don't have to do this, I haven't reacted to you just now, you are all so big." Ye Fan looked up and down the woman's body. "It's not simple." Ah, I didn’t expect that year, the yellow-haired can grow so feminine..."
In the foggy night, a touch of excitement and anticipation is revealed. "Wang, do you like my body?"
Ye Fan listened to this question and couldn’t help but feel weird. "Hey, how do you call me king? We know it in old-ones. Didn’t you call me fallen brother, you don’t call me now? Brother, you can also call me Ye Fan, shouting what Wang is not king?"
"You are the king, the fall of that year, it has already been a battle for a long time... How can I still call your brother..." The foggy night reveals a little girl's worship.
Ye Fan couldn't stand such a look. He was very familiar with such a woman's gaze. Many women in the past saw him as such a look. He clearly wanted to sleep with him!