He widened his eyes, stared at Ye Fan angrily, and shouted through gritted teeth: "Ye Fan! You bastard! I will not be a human being until I kill you!"
Ye Fan sneered and said: "What kind of person should a stupid trash like you be? It's best to be a beast! If you treat yourself as a human, it will only lower the average IQ score of mankind!"
"You...puff! Puff!"
He Wenchao vomited out several mouthfuls of blood again. This time he was really stimulated by Ye Fan and almost fainted.
"Ye Fan! I curse you to not have a good death! I swear! If I don't kill you, I won't call you He Wenchao!" He Wenchao roared, eyes spitting fire, wishing to crush Ye Fan to ashes!
Hearing this, Ye Fan shook his head slightly, sighed, and then said: "Oh! I thought you would restrain yourself, but I didn't expect you to be the same as last time, not making any progress at all. That's all, since
If you don’t repent, then I will teach you a profound lesson so that you can experience what social evil is!”
Finished!
Ye Fan suddenly took action, grabbed both of He Wenchao's arms, and then used an extremely weird technique to directly twist He Wenchao's arms.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
He Wenchao's arm was directly dislocated, and his painful wails immediately spread throughout the audience.
"hiss--"
When the people at the scene saw this, they couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and everyone looked at Ye Fan with more and more fear.
This man is really terrifying!
But He Wenchao still fell to the ground, struggling painfully. Beads of sweat broke out all over his forehead, and his body was trembling. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain.
Although He Wenchao was very arrogant and domineering, he was just an ordinary person after all and could not stand the torture of Ye Fan.
"Ah...ah!"
"Ye Fan! You... you don't deserve to die! If you hurt me like this, the He family will definitely... definitely not let you go!"
"Ah...ah! Ouch! Ouch!"
...
He Wenchao screamed in agony while screaming.
At this time, Ye Fan flicked the cigarette ashes, and then said slowly: "Oh? Don't let me go? Haha! He Wenchao, your hands were removed by my tendon-breaking hands. No one else in the world except me
Besides, no one can cure your hands! Your situation is the same as that of your sister! Without my help, you will never be able to cure your disease in your life!"
"I bother!"
He Wenchao spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and cursed fiercely: "There are countless famous doctors in the world, but I don't believe that I can't find anyone to treat my hands! Ye Fan, just wait and see, no matter how high the price is, I can't do it."
You will ask someone to heal our injuries, and then ask someone to kill you! I don’t believe it, all the killers in the world know you!"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Really? Just give it a try! But I advise you, your arm can last for three days at most! If you are not cured within three days, even if the gods come, you will be cured.
I can’t save you two brothers and sisters!”
Ye Fan's voice was not very loud, but it was filled with extremely strong confidence.
He Wenchao's expression suddenly changed. He clenched his fists tightly and his eyes were about to burst into flames. "Then let's wait and see!"
After saying that, He Wenchao left here in embarrassment, dragging his body that was in pain.
At this time, the fake Thousand-Faced Buddha asked in confusion: "Boss, are we going to let him go like this?"
Looking at He Wenchao's retreating back, Ye Fan showed a faint smile on his lips, and then said quite profoundly: "It's okay! Playing with him slowly is more interesting than killing him directly. I like this kind of cat and mouse.