Although she didn't know the content, she saw Xue Wuming's ugly face and guessed that Ye Fan was safe and sound.
Ye Wujiu had no expression on his face, as if he had known that Ye Fan would be fine.
"Mr. Xue, let my son go. We will give you all the money you want."
"We will not pursue you, nor will we pursue the people behind it. We can also help you compensate."
"As long as you let Ye Fan go"
Chen Biqin struck while the iron was hot, hoping that Xue Wuming would retreat in a difficult situation and give Ye Fan a way out.
Moreover, in her perception, killers kill people for money. Taipo's herbal tea now has such a high market value, which is enough to make Xue Wuming and the others tempted.
"Mrs. Ye, you have a good son."
Xue Wuming reacted from the shock, raised a thumbs up at Chen Biqin and smiled:
"Your son not only survived the situation, but also killed more than a hundred of us, and even the ugly man died at his hands."
"Good Ye Fan, good son, the son you gave birth to is so good."
Xue Wuming changed his harmless appearance, and his laughter became harsh and weird, and he was obviously stimulated by the news.
Although he followed the Chou Niu plan tonight, he did not think that Ye Fan could escape from the cemetery. Unexpectedly, Ye Fan slaughtered even the Chou Niu Niu.
Xue Wuming couldn't imagine that there were more than one hundred elites, so where did Ye Fan get his spirit?
Could it be that Ye Zhendong took action?
But it's fine anyway, Ye Fan must die.
He was like a Chou Niu, and never expected that Ye Fan's Tai Chi Sutra would make him live endlessly.
Seeing Xue Wuming's sarcastic look, Chen Biqin shivered hard and felt the danger and murderous intent emitted by the other party.
But she quickly plucked up the courage and kowtowed to Xue Wuming.
"I'm sorry, sorry, Brother Xue, Ye Fan didn't mean it, he just protected himself."
Chen Biqin still begged Xue Wuming: "We all compensate for the injured and dead people, how much money we have, but we are still not satisfied, so we can let Ye Fan go to jail."
"Would you please let him go?"
She hopes that Xue Wuming can be proud of her. Although Ye Fan is just an adopted son, it is the lifeblood for her.
"Don't tell me these useless things."
Xue Wuming's voice sank: "Call Ye Fan immediately and ask him to go back to the Ye family in Tiancheng alone."
"Remember, it's time for someone to come back alone, no one can follow him, including Ye Zhendong."
"Otherwise, I will kill you one of you when I find a helper."
He also made a gesture to ask his subordinates to arrange things everywhere, and at the same time mobilized all the people in Tiancheng.
Ye Fan's strength made him dare not take it lightly anymore.
A man in black brought a satellite phone.
Chen Biqin bit her lip and shouted, "I won't hit you!"
Even if it is only one in ten thousand danger, Chen Biqin doesn't want Ye Fan to bear it.
Xue Wuming bent down, grabbed Chen Biqin's hair, and shouted viciously: "Don't you fight? Are you looking for death?"
Chen Biqin screamed:
"Ye Fan is just a child. Would you please let him go?"
She endured the pain: "Brother Xue, we are also acquaintances, please help."
He tried hard on his hands and pulled down Chen Biqin's hair.
Facing the murderous murderer, Ye Wujiu did not act like a cowardly middle-aged man. He still sat calmly and scanned the enemy's position in the entire room.
Seeing his wife being grabbed by her hair, his eyes turned cold: "Xue Wuming, let go of your hand."
"I'll let you go!"
Xue Wuming raised his hand and slapped Chen Biqin in the face.
The momentum is strong and the force is heavy!
Chen Biqin screamed, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Xue Wuming looked contemptuous: "Barewell, I won't let go, what can you do?"
The two sides have had several interactions. Although Xue Wuming always had a big brother, he thought that Ye Wujiu was a useless waste.
What is the guy who can't even make herbal tea, isn't it waste?
Ye Wujiu did not pounce on him to support him, but just clenched his fists slowly: "The grudges in the world are not as good as those of his family."
"You're paralyzed."
Xue Wuming threw Chen Biqin away and walked over and slapped Ye Wujiu in the face.
A loud bang, very loud.
"You are a waste, and you are so embarrassed to tell me about the grudges of the world. Are you fucking worthy?"
The news that the entire army of Chou Niu was wiped out made Xue Wuming very angry, and his ferocious side was revealed:
"Call me immediately and ask Ye Fan to get back alone."
He kicked Ye Wujiu again: "Battle!"
"You really want to be so unrestrained?"
Ye Wujiu ignored the abdominal pain and just helped Chen Biqin up and placed it on the sofa.
"So what if there is no bottom line? What can you do?"
Xue Wuming slapped Ye Wujiu again.
Then, he shouted to his subordinates: "Get a fork and a bowl."
"If the two old people don't call, then dig out their eyes one by one and ask Ye Fan to get me back."
Two men in black immediately moved, one holding a bowl and the other holding a fork.
Chen Biqin trembled for a moment, shrank his body with fear on his face, and shrank behind Ye Wujiu.
Five finger marks appeared on Ye Wujiu's face, but he still bit his lips and whispered:
"We give you all the money. Would it be good to let us have a way out?"
He protected his wife and struggled in the end: "Is more than one billion cash enough?"
This is the entire circulation capital of Taipo Company.
"A billion, do you think that more than one billion can buy back the lives of ugly bulls?"
Xue Wuming sneered: "And if you kill Ye Fan, you can take away more than one billion if you two are left."
Ye Wujiu's fists were tightly packed: "Why do you want to deceive others too much?"
"Ba"
Xue Wuming raised his hand and slapped him: "A master who pretends to be a big deal."
"Come, hold them down and teach them a lesson, otherwise don't take us seriously."
Xue Wuming took a fork used in a Western restaurant. When he poked and dug, his eyes would fall out.
Six men in black stepped forward.
"flutter--"
At this moment, Ye Wujiu suddenly reached out and gently patted Shen Biqin on the back of the head.
Chen Biqin's body shook, then her eyes closed and she fainted and fell silently.
Xue Wuming was stunned, then smiled: "Call my wife out and let her suffer less pain. You are a waste."
Ye Wujiu rubbed his eyes and then took a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table. This was left by Liu Fugui and his friends.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly let out a sip of smoke: "My name is Ye Wujiu."
"I know."
Xue Wuming looked joking: "I still know you are a waste."
He also wiped the fork with a tissue, wondering what method he would use to dig his eyes later to make Ye Wujiu die?
Ye Wujiu spoke lightly: "Do you know why Ye Wujiu is called?"
Xue Wuming looked at Ye Wujiu who was wearing a fork and sneered: "I hope to hear it clearly."
Ye Wujiu's eyes were gloomy: "No father or mother, no brother or sister, no name or surname, no teacher or disciple."
"This is just eight."
Xue Wuming took the fork and stepped forward: "Where is nothing left?"