My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 1110: Knocked Down with One Punch

If Hall knew the Fourth Elder’s thoughts, he would be furious; he never imagined that strictly following Sky Net’s orders would turn him into a pawn destined for sacrifice, just to let Ye Fan vent his displeasure.

His value beyond this point holds no other purpose for Sky Net.

Hall is both pitiful and sad.

"Ye Fan, provoking me is your most foolish choice. I will show you that the consequences of offending me are unbearable," Hall shouted furiously, his murderous intent boiling.

"What good are those pointless words? If you have the skills, let’s see who’s superior in a fight. Stop being so naggy," Ye Fan mocked.

"What? Is it truly Ye Fan, who didn’t know better and proactively provoked the captain?"

"My god, how is that possible? Has Ye Fan grown tired of living, daring to challenge the captain so recklessly!"

"And Ye Fan is still so arrogant, it’s really infuriating. Is he ignorant or just a fearless cub?"

"Regardless, the captain will definitely teach Ye Fan a lesson,"

The members of Hunting Squad Nine couldn’t stay calm, and the spectators were buzzing with Ye Fan’s outrageousness that left them astonished.

"Captain, kill him, kill Ye Fan, he’s too brazen, kill him to assert the dominance of Hunting Squad Nine," some indignant members were already seething with rage, Ye Fan’s insolence completely infuriated them.

At this moment, Ye Fan had already stirred up public anger, and the entire Hunting Squad Nine was filled with malice and murderous intent towards Ye Fan.

"Bastard, even arrogance has its limits. Excessive arrogance is ignorance." Hall’s eyes gleamed coldly as he yelled at Ye Fan, "You’re asking for death; don’t blame me for being rude. I will make you regret offending me." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Your pointless talk is really endless." Ye Fan took a step forward, actively launching an attack on Hall.

"Boom!" With a punch, it tore through space, causing slight ripples in the void.

Ye Fan’s punch enveloped Hall.

As the saying goes, experts can judge the level of threat once they make a move; seeing Ye Fan’s killer punch approaching, Hall’s eyes narrowed.

"Come on!" Hall would not be outdone; after a furious roar, he also slammed forward with a punch.

Fury surged within Hall’s heart; Ye Fan’s proactive provocation and current attack displayed Ye Fan’s utter disregard for him. This humiliation made him grit his teeth and wish he could crush Ye Fan.

"Bang!" The two fists collided.

Within the space, a crisp sonic boom resounded, crackling like popping beans.

"Ah!" Immediately after, a scream echoed.

"I said earlier that Ye Fan is vulnerable, wanting to provoke the captain’s fierce prestige—it’s asking for trouble, right? See, he couldn’t even withstand a single move from the captain, hence the miserable scream." Hunting Squad Nine’s members murmured, instinctively assuming the scream came from Ye Fan—not a chance it was their captain.

Due to the sudden and harrowing nature of the scream, the spectators didn’t immediately notice anything wrong.

"Hmm, something’s not right!" Finally, someone realized something amiss, widened their eyes, and shouted incredulously, "The captain is injured—the captain is injured!"

With such voices spreading, first came questioning, and then shock beyond compare after accepting the truth.

"It’s truly the captain who’s injured."

"My God, how can this be? How could the captain be so weak?"

"This isn’t real, it’s unscientific!"

"What on earth happened? How could this scene occur? Someone tell me!"

"Heavens, the earth, our captain, the invincible presence, was publicly beaten so badly with one move."

"The scream was so harrowing, like a pig being slaughtered—it shows what pain the captain endured."

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, that damned bastard, how could he hurt the captain?"

"Hurt the captain right before our eyes—is he seeking death, wanting to die without a grave?"

"This is Hunting Squad Nine’s territory, how dare he be so audacious?"

The spectators were collectively indignant; though unbelievable, though extraordinarily shocking, the emotion of anger burned equally within everyone’s hearts.

On the scene, after the punch collision, Ye Fan shook his fist, finally dispersing the immense force; his arm just felt slightly numb.

In stark contrast, Hall’s situation was much more tragic; he staggered back over ten steps before landing on the ground with a thud.

His forehead was beaded with cold sweat, his back chilled.

His face was flushed, a surge of humiliation rose from his heart and spread to every corner of his body.

Right before his subordinates’ eyes, easily defeated in Ye Fan’s hands with such clean simplicity, he lost all face.

At this moment, Hall’s direct punch with Ye Fan left him visibly wounded, his hand bloodied with the bone piercing the flesh, the hand akin to being run over by a vehicle, his arm suffering severe damage—the bone fractured, he was in agony wanting to cry out.

Hall’s entire body was trembling—all from the pain, immense torment swept through every cell within his body.

Drawing on his grit, he managed to stand, yet in his current state, he looked tragically inhuman.

"I’m unwilling to accept this, I’m unwilling, I’m damn unwilling!"

"Why? Why did I get defeated so cleanly?"

"How can you be so strong?"

"How is it possible?"

"How is this possible?"

"I’m a Forbidden Powerhouse; someone’s combat strength shouldn’t be horrifically preternatural like this, absolutely not."

"How did you manage this?"

Hall was indeed unwilling; he roared, venting the marrow-gnawing pain through yelling.

He couldn’t accept this reality; he truly lost to Ye Fan—but how could he lose? He couldn’t understand this point.

He’s a Forbidden Powerhouse, one of the mighty figures of the Underworld, unquestionably no one could defeat him so easily—absolutely not.

With such confidence, he underestimated Ye Fan; after all, he had his pride—how could Ye Fan beat him so effortlessly?

To knock Ye Fan down in one move, he was ruthless, wanting to assert dominance; unexpectedly, such a reversal occurred.

"Now you’re barking like a mad dog, do you know that?" Ye Fan remarked mockingly.

Hall glared fiercely; if looks could kill, Ye Fan would have been murdered a thousand times over.