"If you didn't ask Black Panther to cause trouble for me, I think it's almost done, but if you heal the scars, you forgot to hurt you, and you insist on killing me, you have to mess with me, so you can't blame me!"
Ye Fan's eyes shrank inadvertently, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly.
"My surname is Ye, don't think that you can do whatever you want with a few efforts? This is the capital! It is the territory of the Qian family. If you dare to act here, be careful not to be able to take advantage of it!"
Qian Zhenxuan threatened coldly.
At this time, Ye Fan sneered disdainfully and said lightly: "There is little money, you are really a noble person who forgets things! I told you before that I hate others threatening me the most, but you are still obsessed with it. This is no wonder.
It's me!"
As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, Qian Zhenxuan's face suddenly changed drastically!
Qian Zhenxuan knew very well in his heart Ye Fan's strength, and he was no match for Ye Fan at all.
He warned in a trembling voice: "Sir...yes, I advise you not to do anything randomly! This is a hospital. As long as I shout for help, someone will definitely come to save me!"
"Oh? Do you think you still have a chance to call it?"
Ye Fan glanced at Qian Zhenxuan contemptuously and said.
Forehead?
Qian Zhenxuan was slightly stunned, and then asked with a vigilant look: "What do you mean?"
"hey-hey!"
"You'll find out soon!"
Finished!
Ye Fan took out the silver needle and stabbed it into the empty space on Qian Zhenxuan with a lightning speed.
In an instant, Ye Fan used the magic needle technique to seal Qian Zhenxuan's mute acupoint.
At the beginning, Qian Zhenxuan thought Ye Fan was going to do something, but he found that Ye Fan just stabbed himself with a silver needle, and he had no other feelings except that he felt like he was bitten by an ant.
So Qian Zhenxuan wanted to mock Ye Fan for pretending to be a ghost here.
But when he was about to speak, he found that there was no sound in his throat.
Qian Zhenxuan's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart was filled with heavy fear and fear.
Because this feeling is so weird.
Since he couldn't make any sound in his throat, Qian Zhenxuan looked at Ye Fan in shock, as if he wanted to find the answer from Ye Fan.
I saw a playful sneer on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and then explained lightly: "Qian Shao, do you want to ask me why you can't make any sound in your throat?"
"Mmmmm?"
Qian Zhenxuan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, his eyes full of doubts and fear.
Ye Fan smiled slightly, and then continued, "I have used the magic needle technique to seal your mute hole. As long as I want, I can make you lose the ability to make any sound for the rest of your life!"
Magic needle technique?
Qian Zhenxuan's eyes were filled with deep doubts, and he didn't understand what Ye Fan was saying. But he knew one thing, that was, he couldn't make any sound in his throat, and even if he wanted to call for help, he would have no chance.
This is a very serious question!
Perhaps Qian Zhenxuan is already a fish on the chopping board and is slaughtered by others.
So, Ye Fan did not rush to do it, but calmly lit a cigarette, took a leisurely sip, slowly spit out a cigarette ring, and then said lightly: "Qian Zhenxuan, Qian Zhenxuan, I
I have given you a chance to correct me before, but not only do you not know how to cherish it, but you have also repeatedly challenged my patience! Do you know what the consequences are?"