Qian Zhenxuan had a disapproving expression on his face. He didn't take Mark Ye Fan seriously at all.
Ye Fan continued expressionlessly: "I hate it when people poke me with their fingers!"
It stands to reason that most people would have restrained themselves after Ye Fan reminded him like this, but Qian Zhenxuan not only did not restrain himself, but also became more and more arrogant.
"Tsk tsk!"
"What a coincidence! My favorite thing is to poke other people's breasts!"
"If you don't let me poke you, I'm going to poke you!"
"I poke!"
"I'll poke it!"
“I poke, poke, poke—!”
Qian Zhenxuan seemed to be in a daze. He couldn't control his hand at all and kept poking Ye Fan's chest, almost into his nostril.
Seeing this, Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and snorted: "You are looking for death!"
Saying that, Ye Fan raised his leg and kicked Qian Zhenxuan violently on the stomach.
"boom--!"
With a muffled sound, Qian Zhenxuan's entire body flew out and landed heavily on the wall.
Poof!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, then covered his stomach in pain, curled up and knelt on the ground, sweating on his forehead, and screamed repeatedly.
"Little money!"
When the dandy boys saw this, they all exclaimed.
They never expected that Ye Fan would dare to attack Qian Zhenxuan on such an occasion!
How audacious!
"You actually dare to hurt Mr. Qian! Are you a young man who is impatient with life?!"
"I think you are really tired of living! In the capital, you can only hit people with less money, and no one dares to hit people with less money!"
"You're done! You're in big trouble! You're definitely in big trouble!"
"How dare you beat Mr. Qian? You deserve to die!"
...
At this moment, these dandy boys were so angry that they looked like they would tear Ye Fan into pieces!
However, Ye Fan seemed to turn a deaf ear. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, then lit the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep breath, exhaled the white mist, and said slowly: "Before I take action, if you are willing
If each of you gives up an arm, I will spare your life!"
At this time, Qian Zhenxuan stood up with the help of his younger brothers.
He was so angry that he looked as ugly as pig liver, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he pointed at Ye Fan angrily, "You brat! You hit someone, how dare you be so arrogant here, right? Come on.
Man! Kill him! Beat him to death! If something happens, I will take care of it for you!"
"Yes!"
"Little money!"
As soon as the words fell, those dandy boys became furious and pounced on Mark!
I saw the corner of Ye Fan's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sarcastic sneer, then flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said lightly: "You help to take the responsibility? Haha! I'm afraid you can't take the responsibility!"