At this time, Ye Fan stared at Zhang Zijie with a pair of murderous eyes, but judging from his appearance, let alone being seriously injured, he didn't even have any injuries at all.
No...no! He...why is he okay? It stands to reason! He fought with Master Huang in the ring, and he was injured even if he died?
Zhang Zijie was so frightened by his look that he took a few steps back and asked with a trembling mouth: "Ye...Ye Fan, you...how can you be okay? Oh! I understand, you
...You didn’t dare to challenge last night, so you were a coward?”
"Snapped!"
As a result, in the next second, Ye Fan slapped Zhang Zijie mercilessly, making Zhang Zijie dizzy and with stars in his eyes!
"Who do you think is a coward?" Ye Fan asked with a cold face.
"You...how dare you hit me?"
Zhang Zijie covered his swollen right hand and shouted angrily.
"You cursed me early in the morning and called me a coward? Haha! If I don't beat you, will you keep it for the New Year?"
Finished!
Ye Fan kicked Zhang Zijie in the abdomen, sending him flying four or five meters away. Then he hit the wall with a bang and fell to the ground.
"Ye, you... Puff! Puff!"
At this time, Zhang Zijie struggled to get up from the ground. He just wanted to speak, but the next second, he felt a sweetness in his throat and vomited several mouthfuls of blood.
"You...you bastard, how dare you attack me! You are looking for death! Without the help of the Zhang family, Master Huang will definitely kill you!" Zhang Zijie used all his strength to yell at Ye Fan,
I came over to help out of kindness, but Ye Fan took action without saying anything.
Doesn’t this count as a ruthless person who doesn’t talk much?
I saw Ye Fan lit a cigarette, then took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.
"call!"
Under the smoke, Ye Fan glanced at Zhang Zijie indifferently and said with a smile: "Zhang Zijie, my woman is right, you are really sick! Don't even ask who is lying in the hospital now?
You didn't understand the situation, so you came over and started messing around. Was your head caught in the crack of the door? Or was it kicked by a donkey?"
Although Ye Fan's words were not very vicious, they were close enough, and they beat Zhang Zijie half to death.
"You...you said I was fooling around?"
Zhang Zijie was immediately furious.
Ye Fan said coldly: "Isn't it? Haven't you heard that Master Huang was seriously injured by me and that I disabled his martial arts?"
"What did you say? Master Huang, have you disabled your martial arts skills?"
Zhang Zijie's face was full of shock. Apparently he never expected that Ye Fan's martial arts would become so powerful that he could defeat Master Huang and even destroy Master Huang's martial arts.
"Haha, judging by your reaction, you really don't know! Didn't you ask someone before you came here? Zhang Zijie! Why are you as stupid as a pig?"
Ye Fan looked at Zhang Zijie with a stupid expression, as if his IQ was in arrears.
Zhang Zijie was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick. He felt that Mark must be bluffing, so he quickly shook his head and said: "Impossible! You have no ability to destroy Master Huang's martial arts! You must be lying to me!"
"Haha! Zhang Zijie, what if what I said is true?" Ye Fan asked with interest.
"If what you say is true! I'll call you...Grandpa!" Zhang Zijie said through gritted teeth, his tone sonorous and powerful.
Zhang Zijie was indeed very angry. In his entire life, he had never been ridiculed and humiliated like this before. Therefore, he could not bear it and vowed to regain his face.