Qin Yanran initially didn’t want to cause trouble for Ye Fan, but with such a persuasive sister by her side, she was completely swayed.

At that moment, Chen Zihan said, "I’m going too!"

"No!" the two women said in unison.

"Why?" Chen Zihan was indignant. Why were they leaving her behind? Especially when she harbored such deep feelings for Ye Fan in her heart.

Qin Mengyao said, "Because you don’t know martial arts. The African battlefield is mostly desert terrain, so you must stay here. If reinforcements arrive, you can be the one to inform them!"

Chen Zihan was ruthlessly rejected. She was unwilling to accept it, but she had no choice. The reality of her situation was undeniable.

Just then, Qin Mengyao and Qin Yanran quietly slipped away. It had to be said that the two women were incredibly capable, managing to escape from the heavily fortified President’s Mansion without a trace.

When Fena learned that the two women had slipped away, he nearly collapsed onto the ground. This was no joke! If something happened to them on their way, he would be unable to bear the King of Heaven’s wrath.

"Henry, you freeloader, get to my office right now!" Fena cursed over the phone.

About three minutes later, Admiral Henry asked, "Mr. President, what happened?"

"Hmph! What do you think happened? Didn’t you say not even a fly could get in or out? Now the King of Heaven’s two women have slipped away. What do you think happened?" Fena yelled furiously.

Instantly, Henry collapsed onto the floor. This was indeed a grave matter. Timidly, he asked Fena, "Mr. President, what should we do now?"

"What else can we do? Hurry up and issue an order to track them down! You fool, we absolutely cannot let them reach the African battlefield!"

"Yes!"

Henry quickly went out to issue the orders, initiating a nationwide search for Qin Yanran and Qin Mengyao.

***

Ye Fan arrived in the country where King Hall was located, a nation ruled by his old friend, Su Ha. If the country Fena ruled was considered a safe zone on the African battlefield, then Su Ha’s nation was in the most dangerous region.

Despite the chaos here, it was home to one of the world’s most formidable powers—King Hall. The mere mention of King Hall struck fear into people’s hearts, not only on the African battlefield but across the entire world.

This was all because the master of King Hall was the King of Heaven, who had long been the leader of the world’s seven Kings. He was even more fearsome now, as he had personally slain the King of Bai Ting. Thus, he was without a doubt the most terrifying among the seven Kings.

The follow-up reinforcements had only just set out from Hua Xia and would need at least two days to arrive.

Today, Ye Fan came to Su Ha’s palace to get a clear understanding of King Hall’s current situation. If necessary, he planned to leverage Su Ha’s armed forces to disrupt the Slaughter Blade King and the Rashamon King. This would buy time for his reinforcements and give the martial artists of King Hall a much-needed buffer.

Su Ha had just been hosting a banquet. After it ended, he went directly to his residence. Although most of the African battlefield was poor, Su Ha’s palace was absolutely luxurious; after all, he was a man who knew how to enjoy life.

At that moment, he was lighting a cigar. His corpulent body was reclining leisurely in his office chair. At over sixty years old, he was the very picture of comfort.

CREAK!

The door swung open, startling Su Ha.

"Su Ha, long time no see," Ye Fan said.

Su Ha was instantly shocked. Few people in the world had seen Ye Fan and knew his identity, but Su Ha was one of them. He exclaimed in shock, "The... the King of Heaven! You’ve returned?"

Ye Fan nodded. "Yes, I’ve returned. Su Ha, you’ve known about this situation for a while. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

"I... I only found out recently!" Su Ha said, lacking confidence.

"Let’s put that aside for now," Ye Fan said. "Su Ha, I came to you today to ask for a favor."

"What is it?" Su Ha asked.

Ye Fan said, "Once, I was the Guardian God of this land, protecting it from the ravages of war. I defended the peace of this region, and now I need you!

"King Hall, this land’s Guardian God, is facing its gravest crisis yet. So, I need you to help me—to help your Guardian God!

"If your Guardian God falls, the African battlefield will descend into even greater chaos than before. The power struggles among the Kings will mean nothing but suffering for your nations!

"Therefore, send your troops to help me disrupt the battlefields of the Slaughter Blade King and the Rashamon King. When the time comes, I’ll take them down in one fell swoop, and I will reward you handsomely!"

Su Ha took a deep drag from his cigarette, then said, "No!"

"Why?" Ye Fan asked.

Fena was right. Su Ha has really changed. This is no longer the man I once knew.

He asked, "Are you afraid?"

"No, I’m not afraid, but I can’t help you!" Su Ha told him sternly.

There’s definitely something wrong, just as I expected.

"King Hall has no reason to exist," Su Ha said, his tone intense. "The African battlefield has always been a land of chaos. Your presence only brought temporary peace, but what this place truly needs is chaos—the survival of the fittest!"

"You’ve changed. You’ve become deranged!" Ye Fan said.

"So what if I am! You must die!" Su Ha drew a pistol and aimed it at Ye Fan’s head.

Ye Fan said coldly, "You know you can’t kill me. This is futile."

"Is that so?" At Su Ha’s words, over a dozen men emerged from a hidden room, their guns aimed at Ye Fan. "This is my ace squad. Don’t struggle, King of Heaven."

Ye Fan replied, "Even with them, you pose no threat to me."

"Is that so? Fire!" Su Ha ordered.

They opened fire. Ye Fan moved like lightning, and the room instantly filled with the roar of gunfire and dazzling muzzle flashes.

When it was all over, a horrified Su Ha stared at Ye Fan.

"What now?" Ye Fan asked.

"You won, King of Heaven. Take your shot," Su Ha said.

"You knew this would be the outcome. Why did you still do it?" Ye Fan asked.

"Because this way, I’ll be free of my burden. King of Heaven, my old friend, take your shot!"

BANG!

The office was engulfed in silence.

And so, the leader of an African nation met his end at Ye Fan’s hands. The event itself seemed to cause no ripples, as if nothing of significance had occurred.