After hanging up the call thousands of miles away, Ye Tianlong breathed out a long breath, and then sent another text message to Wang Ye and the others.

Although Lei Shijing hadn't returned his message until now, Ye Tianlong still felt that something should be done for her.

After arranging Wang Ye and the others to do something, Ye Tianlong gave Lei Shijing another WeChat message, but did not speak, but took a photo with his left hand.

There is a limited edition watch on my wrist.

Lei Shijing still didn't respond, and Ye Tianlong didn't think about it anymore, thinking about finding a chance to meet and solve the problem tomorrow.

At four o'clock, Han Jing's flight arrived at Ancheng Airport.

Ye Tianlong bought a pair of sunglasses on his face, then went to the waiting room to wait for Han Jing's arrival.

Han Jing's whereabouts are obviously very secret, because the airport did not see the shadow of fans, and Ye Tianlong's scalp numb when he thinks of the crowds in Tiandu.

Five minutes later, a large group of passengers came to the front passage, dragging their luggage and walking slowly.

Ye Tianlong looked at Han Jing, who was wearing sunglasses and masks among the crowd. Although she was a little thinner than last time, she was still so tall and proud.

Behind Han Jing, there is still a young girl, carrying a bag, dragging her luggage, and wearing earplugs. She looks like an assistant.

And around Han Jing, there were five or six men and women with different decorations, who seemed to be the children of the dragon who had protected Han Jing.

"Hi--"

Ye Tianlong took off his sunglasses, smiled and waved, and quickly leaned towards the passage.

When Han Jing saw Ye Tianlong, her pretty face also burst into a smile. Although she did not take off her mask and glasses, her pace sped up a lot.

It seemed that she was shouting Ye Tianlong's name in her heart.

"Ok--"

At this time, a fierce man in a shirt that seemed to be picking up someone also walked towards the exit, with his hands curled up in the coat he took off, striding and shooting stars with a fierce aura.

He only stared at the front, so he touched Ye Tianlong.

"boom!"

At this collision, the shirt man staggered, and the clothes he was curling up with his hands were hooked off by Ye Tianlong's glasses.

His hands were bare in the air for an instant, and they also shifted an angle.

"flutter!"

At the same time, an inaudible movement sounded, and a woman in front of her groaned and fell silently to the ground.

A silver needle was pierced in her chest.

The face of the man in the shirt changed drastically, and his murderous aura instantly spread.

"Sorry--"

Ye Tianlong, who had originally apologized, caught the sharp noise, but when he saw a woman near Han Jing fall down, his nerves instantly tightened.

He looked down at the hands of the man in the shirt. In his vision, the man in the shirt was wearing a mechanical watch on his left hand, and the front of the watch had been opened.

Obviously, the poisonous needle just now came out of the watch.

"Asshole!"

The man in the shirt yelled at Ye Tianlong, and then quickly adjusted the direction of his hands, and the watch turned to help Han Jing, who was in the needle.

"flutter!"

The second silver needle was shot, taking Han Jing's upper body straight.

"boom!"

Ye Tianlong's killing intent rose in an instant, and he swiped his clothes in a low voice. The clothes were horizontally in front of the man in the shirt, and the silver needle shot out instantly fell into the clothes.

In the next second, Ye Tianlong stepped forward, and a big whip kick passed.

The man in the shirt didn't expect Ye Tianlong to spoil his good deeds, and he even shot himself. He was caught off guard for a while, and he could only use his palms to block him in a hurry.

"boom!"

In a loud noise, the man in the shirt snorted twice, and withdrew seven or eight steps, but he did not fall and flew out, which made Ye Tianlong be surprised.

When Ye Tianlong shot past and kicked again, the man in the shirt wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his left hand.

A ray of silver light came from his palm, and it reached Ye Tianlong's body in a flash.

The chill is pressing, but there is no wind!

Ye Tianlong leaned back abruptly. This was a conditioned reflex that was faster than consciousness.

With a swish, a gust of strong wind flew across the face, blowing the face into cold,

Ye Tianlong's eyes were cold, and he didn't care about the danger. He supported the ground with both hands and slammed his legs, just hitting the opponent's abdomen.

"boom!"

The man in the shirt being kicked spouted a mouthful of blood and flew towards the screaming crowd with a muffled snort.

But before he fell to the ground, he twisted his waist again, calmly landed, and then stared at Ye Tianlong angrily.

This is clearly a first-rate master.

The big man in the shirt burst into fiery eyes, gasped for a few seconds and then roared, his right hand suddenly sank.

This sinking, wide palm felt like a flower in full bloom, and a dagger suddenly came out of the fingers like a magic trick.

Immediately after a wave of the hand, the sky was dark, and the dagger hovered out, drawing a beautiful arc...

In the blink of an eye, the black light approached Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong twisted his neck, touched the ground, and jumped up.

The next second, with a loud noise, Ye Tianlong's foot had already kicked his opponent's chin.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the man in shirt flew out like a kite amidst the exclamation of the fleeing passengers, but his body fell heavily to the ground.

He wanted to struggle, but the result was a spurt of old blood,

"Chan hand, take him down."

Ye Tianlong didn't take any action personally anymore to avoid being transferred from the mountain by the opponent. With his remaining hand, Ye Dao stretched out his limbs and veins.

Ye Tianlong ignored her, leaping over the railing and rushing to Han Jing's side, holding her small waist and tilting her head slightly:

"go!"

Han Jing obviously saw the scene just now, and realized that the other party was targeting herself: "What's the matter?"

Ye Tianlong shook his head slightly: "I don't know, but it doesn't matter. The killer will take it down soon, and he will know his opponent by then."

"It's just that we have to leave here quickly."

He looked around at the airport passengers who were panicking and screaming, as well as the security personnel rushing in with their gun bags: "Don't leave quickly, I'm afraid there will be changes."

Han Jing bit her lip and nodded: "Okay."

After Ye Tianlong signaled that the protection assistants for the children of the Dragon Division left, he took Han Jing and walked to the airport exit.

"mom--"

When the two calmly passed the panic crowd, a little girl of about ten years old in a princess dress rushed over with a disheveled cry.

When Ye Tianlong squinted her eyes, she fell to the ground with a plop, her knees suddenly broke and she shed blood, and her cries became even worse:

"Mom, mom, where are you?"

Han Jing subconsciously rushed forward a few steps: "My kid, what's wrong with you?"

"Be careful!"

When Han Jing was halfway through, Ye Tianlong's eyes caught the cold glow of the little girl's sleeves, and he exploded and grabbed Han Jing.

Almost as soon as he stopped Han Jing's footsteps, the crying little girl suddenly raised her head, looking hideous, and at the same time shot six crossbow arrows from her sleeve.

"boom!"

Ye Tianlong pulled Han Jing and fell to the ground. Then, with a little tiptoe, a crossbow arrow was shot back by him, as fast as a meteor.

"what--"

When five crossbow arrows entered a luggage cart behind, the little girl who pulled out a dagger was also pierced by the crossbow arrows shot by Ye Tianlong.

A stream of blood burst out, and the dagger fell right.

Afterwards, she fell to the ground, with endless resentment in her eyes.

This is a ten-year-old girl, she is a dwarf in her forties.

Ye Tianlong was upset, stepped forward and let the entire crossbow arrow go through.

Han Jing's pretty face was shocked: "Tianlong. Who are these people?"

Ye Tianlong held the woman and took out his mobile phone: "Killer, professional killer, they are here for you."

He snapped a few photos of the little girl, then took Han Jing and quickly left the chaotic hall.

On the way forward, Ye Tianlong sent the photo of the little girl to Yanhuang, and then typed three words straightforwardly: "Whose person?"

In less than a minute, Yanhuang had news:

"Chu family, disabled soldier!"