The sounds around him were so noisy that Ye Fan couldn't hear clearly what the silver-haired young man was saying, but he could tell from the shape of his mouth that it was definitely not a good thing.
Ye Fan didn't take it seriously. He pointed at the girl in his arms and raised his middle finger to the silver-haired young man: "She is mine. If you don't want to die, get away!"
Although the silver-haired young man couldn't hear Ye Fan's words, seeing his raised middle finger was enough to arouse raging anger.
The plump girl quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "Handsome guy, he is the supervisor's brother and he is very powerful here! I will help you hold him down. You leave quickly, otherwise there will be trouble."
"Why are you delaying?" Ye Fan asked in a low voice.
The plump girl was stunned, with endless bitterness on her face: "I... I'll sleep with him, and he will calm down. You are a good person, and I don't want to see you get hurt because of me."
"You are also very good. It's a pity..." Ye Fan shook his head, "You guessed wrong, I am not a good person."
With that said, Ye Fan pulled her back and walked straight towards the silver-haired young man.
The silver-haired young man waved his hand, and four or five younger brothers surrounded Ye Fan.
He himself picked up a wine bottle from the wine table nearby and cracked the offal, leaving sharp thorns.
"Go to me and cripple him!"
The silver-haired young man relied on his brother's power and was used to being arrogant. When had he ever been so angry?
At the moment, he was taking advantage of the drunkenness without thinking about the consequences. He just wanted to kill Ye Fan.
Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, he saw Ye Fan rushing out from the crowd, holding an unopened wine bottle in his hand and thrusting it into his mouth.
The metal bottle cap was very strong, and Ye Fan used a lot of strength. The silver-haired young man was caught off guard, and two of his front teeth were knocked off.
Before he had time to react, and even the pain did not reach the central nervous system of his brain, Ye Fan used the momentum to push his head down.
The silver-haired young man immediately fell to the sky, and his head hit the corner of the chair where the big head was sitting, and blood flowed out for a while.
The people around were dumbfounded. No one thought that anyone would dare to attack members of the Qing Gang in the Mulan Nightclub!
But Ye Fan couldn't care so much.
Now that the fight has started, go to hell and try to make things get out of hand!
Ye Fan sneered, picked up the silver-haired young man, took the wine bottle and poked it into his mouth again.
"Chila...chila!"
After going back and forth several times in a row, the silver-haired young man's throat was almost stabbed through, and the teeth in his mouth were broken into pieces, which was extremely bloody.
He had drunk a lot of wine before, and now he was beaten so hard that the wine rolled out and mixed with blood to form a gorgeous fountain.
Ye Fan pulled away without any trace of dirt on his body.
Only then did the other young people react.
Without saying a word, they picked up the stool and threw it at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was already prepared. He grabbed a beer bottle in each hand and opened the goons on the heads of the two thugs.
The two young men didn't even have a chance to react. They were knocked down and fell to the ground, with blood splattering on their heads.
The remaining three young men turned pale with fright, turned around and ran to the second floor.
But Ye Fan followed from behind and kicked them three times in succession, and the broken beer bottle in his hand was instantly thrust into their thighs.
All of a sudden, blood flowed out.
Ye Fan made a lot of noise, but it was just a drop in the ocean in a crowd of thousands, and only a few people were disturbed.
As for other customers, they were still shaking their bodies crazily under the colorful lights.
Ye Fan turned back to the silver-haired young man, grabbed his hand and dragged him to his seat.
This guy's gums were swollen and his face was swollen. At first glance, it looked like he had a rice dumpling stuffed into his mouth, making it bulge into a round shape.
The plump girl was stunned by this sudden scene. The fear and horror in her mind were mixed together. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she followed Ye Fan back to the seat obediently.
The surrounding onlookers all moved out of the way, and many took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Ye Fan threw the silver-haired young man onto the coffee table and stepped on his stomach.
The silver-haired young man spat out a stream of bloody foam, pointed weakly at Mark, his eyes spurted out flames, and growled lowly: "You...you...I want...I want to do it...do it..."
Kill you!"
He couldn't speak a word for more than ten seconds without success. Severe pain stimulated his throat, but his face still had a fierce look.
"Didn't you just say you were going to destroy me?" Ye Fan smiled disdainfully, grabbed his ankle with one hand, lifted it high, then raised his foot and gave his knee joint a heavy blow.
There was a crisp sound of "click".
The silver-haired young man's knees bent violently like a bow and arrow, and the broken bones with blood pierced the skin, and the dark meridians scattered out, which was as terrifying as it could be.
This kind of severe pain is unbearable for ordinary people. The silver-haired young man wailed, collapsed and fainted.
The seats were already empty, and the twins had hidden somewhere.
Only the plump girl stared blankly at the bloody scene in front of her, trembling all over.
"Handsome...you...you hurry up, those people are coming..." The plump young woman glanced at the second floor, and her expression suddenly became extremely panicked.
"It's okay, you go first, don't get affected." Ye Fan stood up, holding a beer bottle in his hand, facing the surging crowd on the second floor, and slowly walked to the middle of the dance floor.
On the dance floor, the young dancer was carried away and had no idea what was going on.
Suddenly, the loud music suddenly stopped, and everyone stopped and looked at the DJ booth.
At this time, on the DJ stage, several middle-aged people had serious faces and their eyes were fixed on the center of the dance floor.
"You brat, you are so brave, you dare to run wild on our territory, you are so impatient!"
One of them, a middle-aged bald man, held up a microphone and shouted angrily: "Don't let that kid escape, stop him!"
He pointed to the center of the dance floor, and the faces of the young people around him changed dramatically.
"What's going on? He's not talking about me, is he?"
"I haven't done anything, why are you blocking me?"
Suddenly, a pot exploded in the middle of the dance floor, and everyone ran away quickly, many of whom were pushed and trampled.
Fortunately, there were not too many people in that area, so no irreversible consequences were caused.
Dozens of thugs rushed into the crowd, all carrying knives and sticks in their hands, wailing everywhere they passed, making timid customers tremble.
Soon, a large space was vacated in the middle of the dance floor. The onlookers ducked and dodged, and found that the thugs in the nightclub were not causing trouble for them, so they turned around and looked back.
In the middle of the dance floor, I saw a young man in black sitting on the edge of the high platform, holding a bottle of beer in his hand and drinking it calmly.
He was wearing a peaked cap on his head and a mask on his face, so he couldn't see clearly.
The thugs from the Melanite Nightclub cheered and surrounded him. The young man patted his pants, jumped onto the high platform, pulled a hanging microphone, and pointed it at a few middle-aged people on the music stage.
"That silver-haired boy just now deliberately made trouble and asked people to destroy me indiscriminately. You are not talking nonsense.
I am just defending myself, so you rush to defend him. Who is looking for trouble?
You are a big bully in this store, this is how you do business?! I will stand here to see how you handle this matter!"
The young man's voice was very deep and could be heard by most people present.
The middle-aged man on the band stage had a cold look on his face, "Boy, you still dare to beat him up? Damn it, you want an explanation, right? Okay, I'll give you an explanation! Xiao Zhang, you take him, capture him, and take him to the office on the third floor.
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"drink!"
A young man in the middle of the dance floor shouted, jumped onto the stage with a few people, and grabbed Ye Fan's arm.
Ye Fan smiled coldly, "All the customers are here. If you have anything to say, just say it here for everyone to hear."
"Why, you feel guilty and don't dare to follow us?" the middle-aged bald man asked.
"If I leave with you, will there be a good ending?" Ye Fan laughed and said in a deep voice to the young man beside him: "Let go!"
"Next door to Mala, if it weren't for the sake of so many people here, I would chop you to death with a knife!" The young man said with a ferocious face and grabbed Ye Fan's hand.
"Mom, who do you think you are? Why should we reason with you? Even if I kill you later, no one will know! Come on, follow us down!"
"idiot."
Ye Fan picked up a voice recorder, pointed it at the microphone, and replayed what the young man had just said.
Suddenly, all the customers in the audience changed their expressions.
Unexpectedly, Melanite Nightclub is still a black shop!
Several middle-aged people on the band stage had extremely ugly expressions on their faces. They didn't expect Ye Fan to have this trick.
"Stop talking nonsense and take him away quickly!" the middle-aged bald man shouted angrily, wanting to solve this problem in the shortest possible time.
The young man named Zhang was so angry that his head was smoking. How could he know that Ye Fan actually recorded his threats?
Now there is yellow mud in the crotch, which is either shit or shit.
"Damn it, you dare to play tricks on me!"
The young man surnamed Zhang clasped Ye Fan's arm behind his back, used an iron rod to hold his joints, and twisted Ye Fan to drag him off the stage.
Ye Fan stuck his buttocks out and arched back, pressing heavily on the belly of the young man named Zhang.
"Oh!" The young man surnamed Zhang took a step back while holding his stomach.
"Don't come over here, otherwise I will have to defend myself again!" Ye Fan shouted into the microphone.
"Damn it, take him down!" The young man surnamed Zhang had cold sweat on his forehead and shouted angrily at the two men beside him.
Two men stepped forward to arrest Ye Fan.
Ye Fan pretended to struggle, with a smile on his face.
The three of them came to the edge of the stage. Ye Fan suddenly turned around and hit one of the thugs on the crotch with his knee. Then he pushed the other thug off the stage with a push.
Everyone only saw Ye Fan and the two thugs wrestling together, but they didn't see clearly who moved it.
However, when one person fell off the stage, the other thugs in the audience shouted angrily, waving their knives and sticks in their hands and struggling to climb up the stage.
Ye Fan picked up an iron rod on the stage and knocked over several thugs like a mole smasher.
I don’t know who shouted, “The thugs at the Molan Nightclub are killing people with knives. Everyone, run away!”
Immediately, the scene became chaotic, and panicked customers rushed out of the door.
Dozens of thugs surrounded the stage, trying to climb up. However, the iron rod in Ye Fan's hand was fast and fierce, and they could not climb up at all.
The young man surnamed Zhang saw that Ye Fan was only focused on hitting people, so he left himself behind. He raised the steel pipe in his hand and hit Ye Fan on the back of the head.
"call!"
Just when he was about to hit Ye Fan, a strong wind blew in his ears, and then his head was hit with a huge force, and his whole body flew sideways involuntarily.