"Really? Then let me prove to you today, which one is the ant and which one is the rubbish!"
Finished!
Ye Fan suddenly swung forward with force, and his heavy punch hit He Wenchao's fist directly. At this moment, the muscles in Ye Fan's arm swelled instantly, as if they were filled with blood!
"boom!"
The next second, the sound of flesh colliding could be heard in the air, followed by the crisp sound of fractures.
"Ouch! Ah!"
He Wenchao's arm was so shaken by Ye Fan's huge force that his bones were numb, and the whole arm seemed to have lost consciousness.
"Ah - my hand! It hurts... it hurts so much!" He Wenchao wailed. He felt that the bones in his right arm were almost broken. The heartbreaking pain made his whole body tremble, and he sweated even more smoothly.
It dripped down the forehead.
At this time, Ye Fan calmly lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.
"call--"
Under the smoke, his expression became unusually cold and ferocious. He had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and then said playfully: "He Wenchao! I called you rubbish, do you still have any objections?"
Finished!
At this time, Ye Fan kicked him in the chest, and He Wenchao flew out again, and then fell hard to the floor.
"boom!"
Another muffled sound!
With a dull sound, He Wenchao's head hit the ground, and then he wailed like a slaughtering pig: "Ah..."
This wailing sound attracted the attention of everyone in the bar, especially the beauties around, who all looked surprised, surprised and frightened.
"Eh? This...isn't this the eldest young master of the He family? He...how did he get hurt like this?"
"Oh my god! Did that man have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard? He actually dared to hit He Wenchao? Is he impatient with life?"
"Sigh... It looks like that young man is definitely in danger! If he dares to attack the He family, he will definitely die!"
...
The people at the scene all started talking in whispers.
At this time, He Wenchao's facial muscles were twisted in pain, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of peas.
He gritted his teeth and propped himself up to sit up, then raised his eyes to look at Ye Fan and said grimly: "Ye! You are looking for death! When the Thousand Faced Buddha comes, I will never let you go!"
"Thousand-faced Buddha?"
"Haha! You said Thousand-Faced Buddha this one, Thousand-Faced Buddha that one, haha! When exactly will the Thousand-Faced Buddha you mentioned arrive?"
The corners of Ye Fan's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sarcastic sneer.
"he......?"
Suddenly, He Wenchao was speechless.
yes!
He also wanted to know when the Thousand-Faced Buddha was born!
However, just when he was looking forward to the stars and the moon, he unexpectedly saw a person walking through the door. This person was none other than the master he had been dreaming of... Thousand-Faced Buddha!