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Chapter 936 Please cooperate

The famous wines collected by Fujima Nagao are sold for more than one million US dollars. He is known as the "King of Bordeaux Wines". Many obviously rich people just collect them for show off.

The man actually thought it was mineral water and drank half the bottle in one go!

Seeing that he seemed to be unsatisfied, he grabbed another bottle.

Fujima Nagao couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "Arrest them all!"

He just felt that he had lost face in front of the guests, and for a moment he didn't think about how the two people got in.

Just as the bodyguard stepped forward, the young man in black suddenly jumped up, holding a fork in his hand and stabbed it into the bodyguard's shoulder, bringing up a delicate mist of blood with a bang.

Immediately he raised his foot and kicked the bodyguard away.

The bodyguard was hit by a huge force and thrown far away. He drew a small parabola before falling to the ground. Because the speed was too fast, the blood that spattered was twisted in the air and fell with him at the same time.

The sound insulation equipment in the room is excellent. As long as the door is closed, even if a machine gun is fired, there is no need to worry about people outside hearing a sound.

With such an unexpected turn of events, Fujima Nagao and the elegant man with glasses still kept their mouths wide open in surprise, while the young man in black swooped up, grabbed their hair and threw them back.

The two of them involuntarily fell onto the marble table one after the other, knocking down countless exquisite foods and spilling dripping soup all over them.

The bespectacled man's forehead just hit the edge of the silver plate, and his chin hit the cup. He was so painful that he couldn't speak, and his eyes were filled with stars.

Fujima Nagao was better off, he had a lot of fat, so it wasn't that hard, but his whole face was buried in a pile of leftover bones, which made him feel unspeakably disgusting and uncomfortable.

He turned over in horror, took off the roasted trout that had been burrowed into his collar, and pulled out a small pistol with an exquisite shape and engraved with Arabic patterns.

Before he had time to turn on the safety, the long-haired young man next to him grabbed a bottle filled with Patrus wine and knocked it at him, almost breaking his wrist. The pistol naturally flew out and fell to the carpet.

Long Chun was so frightened that he shrank into a corner with a look of horror on his face and did not dare to move.

Fujima Nagao yelled angrily, "Mr. Long, is he... the person you arranged?!"

"Um, Brother Fujima, don't make any mistake. I am not qualified to command this person. Didn't I mention Mr. Ye before? Now let me formally introduce him to you, he is Mr. Ye!"

Long Chun pointed at the young man in black who had hurt someone with his hand.

Fujima Nagao was stunned, "Mr. Ye?! How dare you come to our Foreign Enterprises Association to cause trouble? Do you know that I am the president of the Foreign Enterprises Association? You are seeking death..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Ye Fan stepped forward and knocked him down with a slap, directly piercing the silver fork into his thigh, and sneered: "I wonder who wants to die? Haha, please move more.

Use your brain to think about things."

Fujima Nagao screamed in pain and almost rolled from the table to the ground. He saw the bodyguard lying unconscious in the distance already vomiting blood. The blood line extending from where they were standing showed Ye Fan's casual gesture.

The force of his feet was so strong that he crushed the bodyguard's internal organs.

Fujima Nagao suddenly shuddered, and his voice began to stutter: "You, who are you? Don't you know what I do?"

"You really don't know whether to live or die?" Ye Fan smiled coldly and looked at the gentle man aside: "I have something to ask you. Please come and sit on the sofa. And that thin monkey, what do you have in your hand?

?Communicator, right? Please stop this stupidity!"

The elegant man with glasses suddenly shuddered and raised his head with difficulty, showing a timid look on his face.

Fujima Nagao breathed heavily and struggled to move to the sofa. He was shocked and angry, and he immediately went through it in his mind.

Long Chun invited him to talk about things, and this situation happened just after returning to the suite. Isn't it a coincidence?

Ye Fan was so ruthless, he must have ordered Long Chun to do it!

"Mr. Long, what is going on?" Fujima Nagao looked at Long Chun pitifully, hoping to get some hints from him.

Long Chun smiled, shrugged, and stood in the corner: "Don't ask me, I don't know. I'm just a microphone. You must have offended Mr. Ye somewhere, otherwise he wouldn't be like this.

to you."

The gentle man adjusted his glasses and cursed in his mind: Don't you know? You and this Ye Fan are both from Binhai. You...you two are the same as each other, how dare you pretend to be innocent with us?!

Fujima Nagao was stared at by Ye Fan, and his heart felt chilly. "Mr. Ye, if you have any orders, just tell me!"

"By the way, your Foreign Enterprises Association is quite powerful, and your son is also very good. It took a lot of effort to train him, right?" Ye Fan sneered.

Fujima Nagao was stunned, "Mr. Ye, is your son giving you trouble?"

"Nonsense!" Lin Xuanyu stood up drunkenly and slammed the wine bottle in his hand on the ground.

Fujima Nagao's face changed drastically, and he said bitterly: "Mr. Ye, what my son does has little to do with me. If you have anything, go find him!"

"Oh?" Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, "You are his father, will he not listen to you?"

"This..." Fujima Nagao looked embarrassed, "Mr. Ye, I was sent down from above because I have no martial arts talent and can only handle some trivial matters.

But my son is different. He has a very good talent. My grandfather and others focused on training him and put him down to practice.

To tell you the truth, although he is my biological child, he has not lived with me since he was a child, and he also looks down on me as a father from the bottom of his heart.

If it weren't for the two words "father and son" in our names, that kid would probably kill me first and then take charge of the Foreign Enterprises Association."

"Really?" Ye Fan understood.

For a large family like the Haiyi Group, secret fighting has been common since ancient times. For the sake of profit, father, son, and siblings may turn against each other overnight.

However, Ye Fan didn't care about these.

Fujima Nagao was surprised when he saw Ye Fan smiling but not smiling, and whispered: "Mr. Ye, if you are asking for money, I will arrange it for you immediately. Just ask for how much you want, and I will try my best to meet your needs!"

"That's not necessary!" Ye Fan smiled lightly: "Actually, this trip is about something I am more interested in, and I want to do it with you!"

"Ye Fan, if you have any orders, just tell me!"

Ye Fan winked at Lin Xuanyu, and Lin Xuanyu smiled, picked up a knife and stepped forward, smiling arrogantly: "President Fujizhen, please take off all your clothes and pants!"

The gentle man on the side saw that they were starting to run out, and sneered secretly in his heart. He was about to turn on the alarm again, but his long and thin hand suddenly grabbed him.

When he turned around to look, he saw Long Chun with a frightened and angry look on his face.

"Mr. Ye is here. If you dare to make any small moves, I will kill you later!"

Ye Fan turned around and said to Lin Xuanyu: "Lin Xuanyu, tell him to be quiet!"

"Okay!" Lin Xuanyu plucked up the courage, pretended to be ferocious, picked up a wine bottle, and opened it viciously on the gentle man's head.

The glass bottle burst, and the red wine mixed with blood flowed all over his face. The gentle man passed out on the ground without even shouting. The last thought came to his mind: half a million US dollars for a bottle, it’s worth it!

"Stop looking and take it off!" Ye Fan knocked on the table and played with a bottle of 1982 Lafite in his hand, "Otherwise I will have a more intimate contact with your body with this bottle of wine!"

As he said that, Ye Fan glanced at Fujima Nagao's lower body.

"ah?"

Chicken annihilation?

Fujima Nagao was really panicked. That was a shame worse than anything else. He hurriedly begged: "Mr. Ye, little brother, I... my hemorrhoids haven't healed yet. Please let me go for the time being. Another day."

How about I specially send some handsome male models for you to enjoy?"

Lin Xuanyu was dumbfounded and grinned: "Stop struggling, take off your clothes first. You can weigh it yourself whether your butt or your life is more important!"

Mr. Long, I will lend you my mobile phone so that you can take charge of the shooting. By the way, let’s find a thicker stick first.”

Ye Fan put his hands behind his back and watched Lin Xuanyu's farce with cold eyes.

Fujima Nagao's anger reached the extreme, with mixed feelings of regret, hatred, and shame, and his rosy face turned a miserable blue.

However, he was forced by Lin Xuanyu to take off his shirt, pants, shoes and socks tremblingly.

He had the last pair of flowery underwear left and refused to take them off no matter what. It was not until Lin Xuanyu put the knife on his neck that he completed this great feat.

Suddenly, a fat body appeared in front of Ye Fan and the others.

Fujima Nagao's body was shiny and his figure was quite ugly. He was covering his crotch to suppress the anger that was about to burst out.

Ye Fan on the side frowned, "Lin Xuanyu, that's about it. Let's fight quickly."

"Okay then! Hey, Mr. Long, what are you doing standing still? Hurry up and take pictures!" Lin Xuanyu shouted to Long Chun in a stern voice.

Long Chun trembled and said sarcastically: "Little brother, I didn't take the picture well, you... please bear with me."

"It doesn't matter. When the time comes, we will take a few close-up shots and cover every part and corner for our editing."

Seeing that the three of them looked good, Fujima Nagao was so anxious that he broke into a cold sweat.

"Mr. Ye, I don't understand what you want! If it's for money, I can give it to you and meet any of your requirements..."

Before Ye Fan could say anything, Lin Xuanyu smiled and then stabbed Fujima Nagao's neck with a knife.

"Put your hands down and I will take a set of nude photos for you for free. I am helping you gain popularity! Don't be ungrateful, okay? Mr. Long, do it!"

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, Mr. Long, a poor photographer, took a dozen photos for him.

Images of fear, shame, anger, and helplessness are included one by one.

Lin Xuanyu conducted the scene on the spot and had a great time, asking Long Chun to choose particularly tricky angles, such as the ugly shape from bottom to top.

Long Chun shook his cell phone, sweat dripping from his forehead.

These two people are so scary!

Fujima Nagao, didn’t you do your homework before coming to Binhai?

You don’t know who Ye Fan is?

Where is the lesson learned from Suwu Jinyi? Are you stupid?


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