Ye Fan did not continue to wait for the result, but drove away and returned to Dong Yuejun's home.
He did not dare to tell Dong Yuejun what happened. He only said that Yiyi had a stomachache after eating in the kindergarten and was in the hospital for treatment.
He was afraid that Dong Yuejun would be worried, so he took the time to come back and tell her.
When Dong Yuejun heard that Yiyi was ill, he was anxious to go to the hospital to see her.
"No need." Ye Fan waved his hand and held Dong Yuejun: "It's good to have me over Yiyi's side. Didn't you take a big order yesterday? Let's take care of the things at hand first."
Dong Yuejun was indeed so busy that he wished he could break the person into several pieces and use them.
"Ye Fan, you have worked hard these past two days." Dong Yuejun felt very guilty and took Ye Fan's hand, "Please help me explain to Yiyi."
"It's okay, I think I'll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow." Ye Fan smiled, "Okay, I left my phone in the car, and I don't know if the hospital called me. By the way, don't talk to my dad about this.
Mom said, so as not to worry them."
"Well, I'll be careful."
Dong Yuejun pursed his lips, "Come out, is Yiyi alone in the hospital?"
Ye Fan heard Dong Yuejun's hidden meaning. She was afraid that Li Ruoxin would accompany Yiyi and take away her identity as a mother.
Ye Fan shook his head, "There is a kindergarten teacher accompanying her. I went out to buy some things and stopped by to let you know. Xiao Li has been very busy recently, so I didn't tell her."
"Oh." Dong Yuejun responded with a smile on his face: "Ye Fan, when Yiyi is discharged from the hospital, let's take her to the children's paradise for a day!"
"Okay." Ye Fan stood up and left, "You should pay close attention to the matter at hand, and when Yiyi comes back, you can make up for her properly."
"Um!"
Ye Fan left Dong Yuejun's home and drove his car like a headless fly, scurrying around on the street.
Even though he looks calm on the outside, in fact he is already in a mess inside.
The person who kidnapped Yiyi is definitely not a good person. Not only is he cruel, but he also has very good anti-reconnaissance capabilities.
This kind of person is either a mercenary or a villain who often does this kind of thing.
Be organized and disciplined!
Damn it, it's all Lin Wanqing's fault. If it weren't for her, how could Yiyi be in danger?
Ye Fan was panicked and felt for the first time that he was a real waste!
"I can't even protect my own daughter, so what qualifications do I have to take on the title of King of Soldiers!"
Ye Fan parked the car at the entrance of a small park, got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and took a few puffs.
Suddenly, Ye Fan's cell phone rang, it was Long Chun calling.
"Brother Ye, where are you?" Long Chun's voice was anxious.
"What's wrong?" Ye Fan asked coldly.
"Brother Ye, I really want to find something wrong." Long Chun said.
"Huh?" Ye Fan was suddenly startled, and a ball of fire suddenly rose in his heart, and he asked in a voice: "Quick, tell me quickly!"
"Brother Ye, it's like this. You asked us to check the transaction records of all car dealerships. Based on the information you provided, we found that the Henghua Nightclub near Baida Mall received a group of customers two days ago.
There were ten of them and they drove over in three cars, including a brand new seven-seater Prado, which was very similar to the one in the surveillance video."
Two days ago, the day before Yiyi was kidnapped, there were 74 car dealers in Binhai, and a total of 390 Prados were sold, half of which were black.
In addition, the Dunlop tires used by Prado had more than 2,000 sales records the day before yesterday, and more than 800 black vehicles were registered.
These vehicles are all suspected. So far, the police have not fully grasped the specific information of these vehicles.
Therefore, Ye Fan was very disappointed with the efficiency of the Public Security Bureau in handling cases.
"Among those ten people, do they look like those in the video?" Ye Fan asked in a deep voice.
Ye Fan knew about the Henghua Nightclub where Dong Yuejun was almost brought into trouble by Zhang Xiaolong.
"Like!" Long Chun said without saying anything, and nodded: "There are six people in this group wearing loose clothes and pants. It's hard to see their figures. However, I compared the heights in the two videos and found that five of them are right.
superior!"
"Okay, Long Chun, you did a good job!" Ye Fan opened the car door and quickly started srx, "You investigate the other four people."
"Brother Ye, one of those four people is the boss of Beimen Fighting Club, which is only thirty kilometers away from your place."
Long Chun said in a low voice: "Mr. Long has already brought people there, and I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble. Do you want to tell the police about this first?"
"No need." Ye Fan stepped on the accelerator, said "I'll wait until someone loses his life," and hung up the phone.
Long Chun was stunned.
What Ye Fan said was exactly the same as what Lin Wanqing said. It seems that both of them have murderous intentions!
The boss of Beimen Fighting Club is Meng Yaoyang, who was a famous gangster near Beimen in his early years.
He started out as a demolished household, and later worked as a debt company, a bar, and a KTV. Anyway, he tried everything he could to make money.
It's a pity that the economy in Beimen is not as good as that in Binhai Central City. In addition, he became a monk halfway and has no connections, so he will lose nothing.
Later, fortune turned around for Meng Yaoyang, and he hooked up with a business tycoon and started his own business, specializing in helping business tycoons connect with real estate and earn commissions from it.
After more than ten years, Meng Yaoyang earned tens of millions of family assets and lived the life of a local emperor in Beimen.
In order to consolidate his position, he deliberately opened the largest Sanda studio in the Beimen area. Not only did he accept members, he also raised a group of semi-professional boxers to act as a front.
In recent years, the fitness industry has developed rapidly, and the business of Sanda studios is very good.
Meng Yaoyang built a special building and divided the Beimen Fighting Club into several teaching mechanisms.
The first floor is an ordinary gym, the second and third floors are Sanda and Taekwondo gyms for children and teenagers, the fourth floor is a fighting room for young and middle-aged people, and the fifth floor is a professional boxer gym. They are all clear and distinct.
Now he has basically taken over the Beimen market, with a total of one to two thousand members, and a month's support from the Beimen Fighting Club is enough for him to support a large number of younger brothers.
As for demolition and real estate, he is still doing it.
He needs money and people, and there is no land that the big boss behind him wants to get.
It can be said that in the Beimen area, Meng Yaoyang is the king and no one dares to recruit people.
Ye Fan arrived at the North Gate Fighting Club earlier than Lin Wan, and he went straight to the Sanda gym on the fifth floor.
Meng Yaoyang's office is on this floor.
At this time, there were dozens of young people practicing boxing in the Sanda gym. These people had bad looks, most of them had dyed hair, and they looked more like gangsters outside.
The Sanda hall on this floor is at least five to six hundred square meters, and has all kinds of facilities. There are also many bundles of knives and sticks placed in the corner.
Ye Fan looked around, and a young man at the front desk waved to him with a cigarette in his mouth: "Hey, are you here to sign up for Sanda?"
"Where's your boss?" Ye Fan didn't see anyone the same age as Meng Yaoyang, so he came to the front desk and said in a deep voice: "Let him come out, I have something to ask him."
The cigarette-smoking young man was startled, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Who are you? Have you made an appointment with our boss?"
"I don't want to cause trouble, so I asked Meng Yaoyang to come out." Ye Fan shook his head, his expression very cold.
"Cao, what the hell is your mother? She's looking for trouble, right?" The cigarette-smoking young man spat, stretched out his thumb disdainfully, and arched his head towards the Sanda hall: "Silly, you are impatient to live.
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"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the cigarette-smoking young man's throat, pulled him out and pulled him out of the front desk.
"I don't have time to chat with you, so I'll call Meng Yaoyang right away and ask him to come out!"
With that said, Ye Fan threw the landline phone at the front desk into the arms of the smoking young man.
The cigarette-smoking young man was so frightened that he wanted to get up and call someone, but was slapped back by Ye Fan.
With the front desk blocking the way, those inside couldn't see what was going on outside.
The cigarette in the young man's mouth was swatted out by Ye Fan, with a particularly frightened expression.
"Okay, okay, I'll fight, I'll just fight." He lay on the ground, dialed the office phone number, and wailed: "Uncle, someone is coming to make trouble. Come out quickly, or I will be beaten to death."
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Ye Fan frowned, knocked out the young man with a palm strike, and then walked straight into the Sanda studio.
The young man practicing boxing inside glanced at Ye Fan, smiled disdainfully, and continued training.
Soon, a tall, dark, middle-aged man walked out from the other end of the corridor of the Sanda Hall, followed by seven or eight fierce-looking young men behind him.
"Damn it, who is causing trouble!"
The swarthy middle-aged man held a cigar in his mouth and shouted angrily at the boxers who were practicing: "What are you doing to eat? Someone is here to cause trouble, have you seen it?"
The boxers in the Sanda Hall turned their heads and looked around. No one was making trouble at all!
The swarthy middle-aged man also noticed something was wrong.
After all, there are dozens of boxers in the Sanda gym. If someone really came to cause trouble, they would definitely have a fight.
However, the Sanda studio is still in good order.
"Is it that boy Amao who deceived me?" The dark-skinned middle-aged man snorted angrily and looked at the reception desk: "Damn it, he's gone. I'll kill him when I turn around!"
At this moment, Ye Fan stood up from the sit-ups machine and walked towards the dark middle-aged man.
"Are you the boss here, Meng Yaoyang, Mr. Meng?"
"Not bad." The swarthy middle-aged man nodded, "Boy, are you here to sign up?"
"No, I have some questions to ask you." Ye Fan shook his head and asked in a deep voice: "What are the identities of the six people who went to Henghua Nightclub with you the night before yesterday?"
"What are you doing?" Meng Yaoyang was startled, frowned and became wary: "Boy, I don't understand you. If you're fine, why don't you just stay there and don't cause trouble for yourself!"
"Ah."
Ye Fan grinned, "It seems you know. Okay, stop acting, tell me the background of those six people, and I'll leave right away."
"Damn it, I didn't know what I said. If you keep grinding, don't blame me for maiming you!" Meng Yaoyang cursed impatiently and waved to the dyed-haired young man behind him, "Throw him out!"
Two young men came to Ye Fan with ill intentions, put their hands on his shoulders, and dragged him outside.
However, Ye Fan remained motionless, staring at Meng Yaoyang with a pair of eagle-like eyes.
"Let me say it for the last time, tell me their identities, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences." Ye Fan shouted in a low voice.
The two young men were furious. They clasped Ye Fan's shoulder blades with one hand and pulled his wrist with the other, trying to push him to the ground.
"The guy next door to Mala, you didn't hear what our boss said! Are you looking for death!?"