My Perfect Female CEO

Clive saw Ye Fan, this terrifying existence who shouldn’t be here, and was immediately frightened.

"How is this possible?"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"How can Ye Fan be allied with Boss Zuo and others?"

"There were no signs of this from the surveillance results, and besides, what reason do they have to join forces?"

"Could this be a conspiracy, where Boss Zuo and others are also Ye Fan’s people?"

"How can this make sense? It doesn’t add up!"

Kleist’s thoughts were in turmoil, directly unable to comprehend. He’d rather believe a pig could climb a tree than believe the result in front of him.

Now he understood why Boss Zuo and others had been so nonchalant.

He also realized what gave Boss Zuo and others their confidence, daring to ignore them.

It’s obvious, this is a trap, and they unknowingly jumped into it like fools.

In that moment of distraction and absent-mindedness, his movements slowed down a bit.

"Bang!" With a loud sound, Boss Zuo’s kick landed on Clive, causing him to stagger back over ten steps.

Clive steadied himself, feeling a dull pain in the place where the kick landed.

"Hahaha, hahaha!" Boss Zuo laughed heartily, very pleased, as this hit had left Clive quite injured. He had naturally seized the opportunity when Clive was distracted to achieve this result.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to hurt Clive at all.

Clive’s expression was uncertain as he watched his subordinates fighting fiercely, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.

The presence of Ye Fan and Zhang Lu had eradicated their obvious numerical advantage, and if this continued, the consequences were worrying.

However, retreating was impossible in this chaotic battle; they were tightly entangled by the enemy, how could they withdraw?

Once they made the move to retreat, they would be relentlessly entangled by the enemy, losing all initiative.

If the war hadn’t started yet, there might be a chance to retreat, but now the possibility was negligible.

Once the signs of defeat were shown, the situation would infinitely escalate, and the danger would be looming.

"Ye Fan, why are you here? How can you be here?" Clive asked irately, looking at Ye Fan: "You’re a figure of high stature, how can you ally with these small figures? It damages your prestige."

"Didn’t expect you to still consider my standing, but what’s your reasoning for saying this?" Ye Fan remarked playfully: "Knowing you’re trapped, yet saying such things, doesn’t it seem ridiculous?"

"Didn’t expect you were the one orchestrating all this." Clive said desolately: "Now I finally understand, everything was meticulously planned by you, with the purpose of luring us out and killing us."

"Even a fool could see that, but realizing it now, it’s already too late." Ye Fan replied calmly.

"Didn’t expect, I truly didn’t expect it would be such a situation." Clive felt like crying.

No matter how much precaution was taken, it resulted in this situation, where Ye Fan was a terrifying existence whom he respected and stayed away from, never daring to confront Ye Fan directly unless absolutely necessary. Who could have thought they stumbled directly into Ye Fan’s trap?

"Since you chose to oppose me, no matter what tricks you play, you can’t avoid the final outcome — death." Ye Fan glanced at Clive, speaking domineeringly.

"Worthy of the Terminator, what a brazen tone." Clive said, feeling utterly powerless.

"I’ll leave this person to you for now." Ye Fan instructed, looking at Boss Zuo.

"No problem." Boss Zuo replied confidently.

He knew that as long as Clive was held up, giving Ye Fan a bit of time, it would be enough to completely turn around the entire battle.

If the few members under Clive were killed, then facing the ensuing killing spree, Clive’s men would be surrounded.

"Clive, now you should know that the damned one is you." Boss Zuo sneered as he charged at Clive.

"Damn!" Clive cursed, his sharp gaze focused, filled with a fighting spirit.

"Rather be shattered jade than intact clay." Clive gave such instructions to his men.

Since fleeing held no meaning or hope, it was better to cause maximum harm to the enemy.

Boss Zuo and Clive were engaged in battle, fists and feet clashing with mighty sounds.

Zhang Lu and the others hesitated not for a moment, instantly joining the melee, confronting the enemies ahead.

Clive’s men were all shocked at this moment, greatly surprised.

"Fight!"

"Fight to the death!"

Having no choice, they could only fight desperately.

Ye Fan moved like lightning, appearing behind a person. Without giving them a chance to react, he chopped this person’s neck.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of bone cracking, the figure went limp and collapsed to the ground, already dead.

In an instant, a strong opponent was killed.

This scene left Clive and his men disheartened, unable to help but marvel at Ye Fan’s invincibility.

For Peng Bird and others, this acted as a powerful morale booster.

Mountain Ghost was fighting with two enemies, and the one killed by Ye Fan was one of the enemies surrounding Mountain Ghost.

Witnessing this shocking scene, Mountain Ghost’s expression immediately turned joyful.

He looked at Ye Fan with complete admiration.

The other enemy surrounding Mountain Ghost was dumbstruck, not having time to recover before being reached by Ye Fan’s murderous intent.

Another move and, in extreme horror, he died at Ye Fan’s hand.

"Don’t let a single enemy go, kill them all for me." Ye Fan ordered.

Mountain Ghost’s spirits lifted as he faced other enemies.

The others, even more, were energized, and killing intent surged.

Third.

Fourth.

Fifth.

In a flash, five enemies had died at Ye Fan’s hands.

This shocking scene scared Clive’s men, and further rattled Clive’s heart.

Peng Bird and Zhang Lu and others, spirits lifted, killing intent surged.

Together, Peng Bird and Zhang Lu’s group numbered fourteen, and with Ye Fan’s shift in the situation, Clive’s twenty experts no longer had the situation of surrounding one by two, instead moving to one-on-one combat.

Clive’s side was hit, and under Zhang Lu and others’ attacks, they faced immense crisis, dangers looming.

"Ye Fan, you’re inhuman, inhuman, this is a massacre, a massacre." Clive cursed angrily.

He lost the last shred of hope, nearly on the verge of despair.

Under such pressure, watching one expert after another die, his heart was bleeding.