Just as Zhao Kun and others were about to celebrate, the door of the private room suddenly opened.
I saw a young man with a wicked smile walking in with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Well?"
Everyone was stunned, obviously not knowing this young man who came in.
And the person who came in was nothing but Ye Fan!
At this time, Zhao Kun's subordinates scolded unhappily: "Boy, you've gone to the wrong place. Get out of here! Don't hinder the man from drinking!"
At this time, Ye Fan blew up the ashes and said lightly: "I'm not going to the wrong place! I just came to find Zhao Kun!"
"presumptuous!"
"Can you call us Mr. Zhao's name directly?"
At this time, a burly man walked up.
I saw that he was drunk and looked fearless. He walked to Ye Fan arrogantly, and then reached out to poke Ye Fan's chest.
The big man arguingly challenged: "Boy! I'll ask you another question, are you going to get out?"
At this time, a sharp look flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and then he reminded him lightly: "I hate others poking my chest the most!"
"Is that true? That's a coincidence! I like poking people's breasts the most!"
Finished!
Not only did this big man not restrain himself, he poked Ye Fan's chest very recklessly.
Poke here!
Poke there!
After seeing this, her accomplices joked: "Xiao Liu, are you practicing the magical acupoint shooting skills? Haha!"
"Yes! I can pinch acupoints and throats with awesome hands! Haha!"
The big man laughed, but the next second, he suddenly heard a "click" sound.
Well?
He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his fingers, and saw that his fingers were directly broken by Ye Fan.
As the saying goes: Even the heart hurts if you have ten fingers!
Now that a finger was broken, it was broken by someone. The man was so painful that his face turned pale, and his whole body let out a wailing howling like a pig.
"Ah...ahhh!"
"Ahhh! My fingers! Oh, it hurts!"
......
"Depend on!"
After seeing this, the others couldn't help but swear, "Is this kid deliberately looking for trouble?"
At this time, Zhao Kun, who had been silent, finally spoke.
He could see that Ye Fan was very skilled, so he patiently asked coldly: "Little brother, we can't meet each other without fighting. Since that's the case, why not sit down together and have a drink?"
At this time, Ye Fan sneered proudly: "You are not worthy of drinking with me!"
"I'll go?"
"You boy is shameless? Do you know how many people don't have the chance to drink with Mr. Zhao!"
"Give you a little sunshine and you will be brilliant? Don't take yourself too seriously!"
......
At this time, Zhao Kun's men were so angry that they cursed.
At this time, Zhao Kun's face turned pale. He didn't want to make trouble, but Ye Fan was so arrogant. If he had tolerated himself repeatedly, how could people in the world laugh at him?
So, Zhao Kun had a gloomy face and cursed coldly: "Boy! Since you don't want toast, don't blame me for being rude to you! Someone came! Remove one of his arms!"