Qian Zhenxuan looked dissatisfied, and he didn't take Ye Fan seriously at all.
Ye Fan continued expressionlessly: "I hate others poking me with their fingers the most!"
Logically speaking, Ye Fan reminded me that most people would have been restrained long ago, but Qian Zhenxuan not only did not restrain himself, but also became more and more arrogant.
"Tsk tsk!"
"A coincidence! My favorite is to poke someone else's breasts!"
"If you don't let me poke, I will poke!"
"I poke!"
"I'll poke!"
"I poke and poke--!"
Qian Zhenxuan seemed to be crazy, and could not control his hands at all. He kept poking Ye Fan's chest, almost poking into his nostrils.
Seeing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "You are looking for death!"
As he said that, Ye Fan raised his leg and kicked Qian Zhenxuan in the stomach.
"Bang--!"
With the dull noise, Qian Zhenxuan's whole body flew backwards and fell heavily on the wall.
Puff!
He spit out a mouthful of blood, then covered his stomach in pain, curled up and knelt on the ground, sweating profusely on his forehead, screaming.
"Low money!"
After seeing this, the playboys exclaimed.
They never expected that Ye Fan would dare to attack Qian Zhenxuan in such an occasion!
It's so bold!
"You dare to hurt the money! Are you impatient in your youth?!"
"I think you're really tired of living! In the capital, you only have less money to hit people, but no one dares to hit people!"
"You're done! You're in trouble! You're definitely in trouble!"
"You dare to beat the money, you deserve to die!"
......
At this moment, these playboys were furious, as if they were torn to pieces by Ye Fan!
However, Ye Fan seemed to ignore it. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, then lit it with a cigarette in his mouth, took a deep breath, spit out white mist, and said slowly: "Where I haven't done it yet, if you are willing
Everyone will have one arm, and I can spare you a life!"
At this time, Qian Zhenxuan stood up with the help of his younger brothers.
I saw him as angry as pig liver color, his eyes as big as copper bells, and he pointed at Ye Fan with a angrily brow, "Boy! If you hit someone, you still dare to be arrogant here, right?
You guys! Kill him for me! Beat me to death! If something happens, I will take responsibility for you!"
"Yes!"
"Low money!"
After the words came, the playboys were furious and rushed towards Ye Fan!
Ye Fan's mouth curled up slightly, showing a sarcastic sneer, then bounced the ashes and said lightly: "Would you help take responsibility? Haha! I'm afraid you can't afford it!" This chapter has been completed!