Suddenly, the clear sound of broken bones, mixed with shrill screams, echoed in the empty and quiet villa for a long time.
As the saying goes: Even the heart hurts if you have ten fingers!
This time, Wang Shaoyu was completely deposed, and he felt that his hands no longer belonged to him.
Wang Shaoyu's hands were twisted at ninety degrees, and his bones were broken, like twisted flowers, shocking. His face was distorted in pain, his forehead was rushing, and sweat as big as beans poured down like rain.
"Ye Fan! You bastard! I will never let you go! I will never let you go!"
Wang Shaoyu roared wildly, tears and sweat mixed together, looking very miserable.
He hated Ye Fan to the core and wanted to peel Ye Fan's skin and pull Ye Fan's tendons.
However, Ye Fan smiled faintly, didn't take him seriously at all, and then stepped on Wang Shaoyu's palm slightly.
"Ouch--it hurts! It hurts!"
Wang Shaoyu wailed in pain.
"Wang Shaoyu, yell, keep calling! If you dare to yell, I will step on you!" Ye Fan looked down at Wang Shaoyu with a stern tone.
Finished!
Ye Fan stepped hard again, but Wang Shaoyu screamed in pain again.
"Ouch!"
"Ouch!"
"Ye Fan... Oh no! Brother Fan, please spare me... I... I shouldn't be disrespectful to you just now. Can you stop beating me? Can you please?
Treat me as a fart and let me go..."
At this time, Wang Shaoyu was not as majestic as before. He was so painful that he crawled directly at Ye Fan's feet, wailing constantly.
"Mr. Wang, you?"
This scene made Chen Cheng dumbfounded, and he couldn't even believe what he saw.
In his impression, Wang Shaoyu has never been so humble and has never been so embarrassed. All of this is thanks to Ye Fan!
Suddenly, Chen Cheng's eyes when he looked at Ye Fan became different.
From the previous disdain, arrogance, contempt, and then the surprise, shock...
In the end, it evolved into the current deep fear and fear.
Even at this moment, he felt that he would rather offend the King of Hell than offend Ye Fan, because Ye Fan was even more terrifying than King of Hell.
At this time, Wang Shaoyu's face was also very ugly. After all, he was the eldest young master of the Wang family. He was used to being arrogant and domineering in daily life. When did he receive such humiliation?
If it were normal, he would definitely fight Ye Fan to the end.
But at this moment, he was cowardly.
Because even Chen Chengdu is not Ye Fan's opponent, if he fights Ye Fan to the death, he will be seeking death.
Although Wang Shaoyu lowered his figure and begged for mercy, Ye Fan still did not let him go, and said coldly: "Wang Shaoyu, you are already an adult. Since you have done something wrong, you must take responsibility! You are begging for mercy now.
, it's useless!"
When Wang Shaoyu heard this, he was so scared that he was trembling, as if he was in the abyss and as nervous as if walking on thin ice.
He endured the pain, clasped his hands together and begged for mercy, "Brother Fan, it's all my fault! I beg you, can you be proud of your hands, open your side, and let me go?"
Hearing Wang Shaoyu begging for mercy, Ye Fan showed a playful smile on his lips and said, "Do you really want me to let you go?"