Zhao Youbang gritted his teeth secretly, his face became very ugly, and he felt uneasy in his heart.
Now, he feels that death is not terrible. What is terrible is waiting for death to come, but there is nothing he can do.
This kind of inner suffering made him extremely painful!
Just when Zhao Youbang was feeling anxious, not long after, a black car slowly appeared at the door of the factory.
Soon, a young man got out of the car. He was wearing casual clothes. He was handsome and had a good temperament, but there was an evil spirit shining in the depths of his eyes. It seemed extremely inconsistent with his age, but
The strong momentum he exudes makes it impossible to ignore his presence.
This person is none other than Ye Fan!
Soon, Ye Fan entered the factory.
When Gao Feihu saw him coming, he greeted him respectfully, then personally handed Ye Fan a cigarette and said with a flattering look on his face: "Mr. Ye, come on! Let's have a cigarette!"
"Thanks!"
Ye Fan took the cigarette, nodded with a smile, then took out a cigarette, put it gently to his mouth, and smoked it, looking like he was enjoying himself.
"You're welcome!"
Gao Feihu nodded and bowed, and said with a flattering smile.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Youbang, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, cursed in great displeasure, "Dog slave!"
As a result, his words made Gao Feihu's face instantly darken with anger, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
"Damn it! How dare you scold me? Are you just lighting up a cesspool and looking for death?"
Finished!
Gao Feihu rushed forward and beat Zhao Youbang violently.
"Ouch, ouch!"
"Ah...ah!"
"Help...help!"
...
Gao Feihu's fists and kicks were merciless, and he beat Zhao Youbang to the point where he cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf, screaming in agony, and his voice was extremely frightening.
Zhao Youbang was also beaten. He resisted at first, but gradually, he was beaten to the ground, moaning and looking miserable.
At this time, Ye Fan did not stop him, but allowed Gao Feihu to do it.
When Gao Feihu was almost beaten, he waved his hand slightly and said: "Gao Feihu! That's it! Don't beat him to death! If you beat him to death, it will be boring!"
"Okay! Mr. Ye!"
At this time, Gao Feihu retracted his fist and stood aside.
"call!"
Seeing Gao Feihu stop, Zhao Youbang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He was in severe pain all over his body now, as if he was falling apart, but the anger in his heart still did not disappear, and it was getting stronger and stronger, because he knew that all of this was caused by Mark.
At this time, Ye Fan also noticed the anger in Zhao Youbang's eyes. He walked over, squatted down, grabbed Zhao Youbang's hair with one hand, and pulled it back hard.