Huang Sanzhong and the others were furious. Ever since they met Ye Fan, had they ever suffered such aggrievement or been so embarrassed?

It's just that it's difficult for them to fight back at this moment.

"Ah -" Huang Sanzhong blocked one foot, then suddenly lifted it, knocking a security guard out.

Then he endured the pain in his head, grabbed a coffee table and threw it out.

The next second, five or six security guards were hit by the coffee table and fell to the ground in a panic.

"Whoosh——" The bald man was also hit by a piece of glass fragments, and there was a trace of blood on his face.

He stretched out his hand and touched it, his face darkened: "Hit me, beat me! Beat me to death."

"boom!"

Huang Sanzhong took advantage of the space created by the coffee table and kicked three burly men over, ignoring the blood on his head.

He also grabbed a chair and waved it repeatedly, sweeping away three or four opponents.

But before he could fight his way out, the bald man kicked him over.

"Bang——" Huang Sanzhong stepped sideways, making a loud noise, and staggered back two meters.

During this gap, several baseball bats were thrown at him one after another. Huang Sanzhong barely resisted a few hits, but was hit in the neck with another stick.

Huang Sanzhong almost suffocated as his body swayed.

"Bang——" The bald man sneered and stepped forward, picked up a chair and threw it out, hitting Huang Sanchong hard on the back.

Huang Sanzhong threw himself forward and let go of the mahogany chair.

More than a dozen security guards swarmed me, punching and kicking me.

"We are truly descendants of the Martial Alliance."

Wang Shiyuan's hair was disheveled and she shouted: "You will regret it."

"Pa—" the bald man slapped Wang Shiyuan on the face: "Do you think I don't know Wu Meng?"

"Mr. Han is here to be our guest, you damn martial arts disciples."

The bald man grinned ferociously and yelled: "Beat me, beat me to death, you stupid thing dares to cause trouble for Mei Niang."

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of grinning strong men became even more ruthless. When their feet got tired from kicking, they picked up sticks and stabbed him violently.

Wang Shiyuan was also slapped several times, her cheeks were swollen, and her clothes were torn a lot, revealing her looming spring glory, which made people jealous.

Fortunately, the cell phone in her hand was not knocked out.

Several security guards smiled obscenely and tried to pull Wang Shiyuan away.

Huang Sanchong pushed away the three security guards regardless of his own safety and threw himself on Wang Shiyuan to protect him.

"If you don't stop, you will regret it."

This roar was filled with helplessness, resentment, and the helplessness only found in the weak.

Wang Shiyuan took advantage of this opportunity and screamed and dialed Ye Fan... "Regret?"

The bald man couldn't stop laughing: "I, Chen Xiaobao, have been around for so long, and I have never known what regret is."

After saying that, he picked up a wine bottle and hit Huang Sanchong on the head with a bang.
Chapter completed!