Ye Fan remained unmoved. Even if the two young men tried their best, they could not change Ye Fan's stance.
Meng Yaoyang's expression changed, "Are you the one looking for trouble?"
"If you answer my questions honestly, the trouble will naturally have nothing to do with you. But if you hide it, then you will indeed get into big trouble."
Ye Fan's arms suddenly turned, and his two big hands opened up, covering the heads of the two young men around him. He stepped back, and then his hands came together heavily.
With a muffled sound of "clang", the two young men's heads rushed together, their eyes turned white, and they fell to the ground and passed out without even making a sound.
Meng Yaoyang became tense when he saw his two younger brothers being knocked unconscious by Ye Fan.
"Damn it, you kid dares to come to my territory and run wild, you are tired of living, aren't you?"
He shouted angrily and waved his hand. All the boxers around him came closer and stared at Ye Fan fiercely.
Ye Fan frowned, "Meng Yaoyang, are you sure you want to do this?"
"You asked for this." Meng Yaoyang sneered, "There is a way to heaven but if you don't take it, hell will have no door but you will break in!"
"In that case..."
Ye Fan took a deep breath, and the muscles in his arms suddenly became strangely twisted. He turned sideways, grabbed a stack of barbell plates from the bench press next to him, and started to throw them at those people.
The boxers surrounding Ye Fan were immediately shocked.
"Nima, get out of the way quickly!"
"This...ten-kilogram barbell, he can actually hold ten of them with one hand?"
"Beast, that stack is not a dinner plate!"
With a "swish" sound, more than a dozen people avoided him one after another.
Ye Fan didn't say much, he held the barbell in one hand, picked it up with the other and threw it towards someone.
The ten kilogram barbell was like a Frisbee, spinning rapidly and with great momentum, it directly knocked over a boxer.
"Ouch... my butt!" The man fell to the ground holding his bloody buttocks.
Fortunately, this hit hit a fleshy place. If it hit an arm or knee, the bones would definitely be smashed!
Ye Fan had a sullen face, as if he was throwing stones. Every time he swung a stone, it would knock down someone.
He spared his efforts and only aimed at the meaty thighs and buttocks, otherwise the boxers would have to cut off the arms and legs.
However, despite this, the power of barbell plates cannot be underestimated.
Wherever the rotating iron plate passes, it will definitely scratch the skin and tear the muscles. Although it will not damage the muscles and bones, the blood and flesh will not be able to escape.
Meng Yaoyang turned blue with fright, and shouted loudly: "Fuck that guy, kill him!"
When the boxers heard this, they quickly brought a bundle of iron bars.
With weapons in their hands, their fear eased slightly, but no one dared to step forward to confront Ye Fan.
Because Ye Fan held up another stack of barbell plates, which were a full circle wider than the previous ones.
"Fuck...ten, fifteen kilograms!"
"He is a human or a ghost!"
"Boss, otherwise you... you'd better have a chat with him."
"Yes, he came to talk to you, not to cause trouble."
A group of boxers were whispering to each other. I don't know who threw away the iron bar in his hand first, and then there was a "dinging" sound.
"You bunch of losers!"
Meng Yaoyang's face turned pale and he backed away repeatedly.
When Ye Fan saw that the boxers were very conscious of getting out of the way, he grinned slightly and walked straight towards Meng Yaoyang.
"Numbly..."
Meng Yaoyang was shocked and angry, turned around and ran towards the office.
There was a pistol in the drawer of his desk, and he didn't believe that this strange young man could stop a bullet!
However, Meng Yaoyang had not run a few steps when a huge force suddenly grabbed his neck and lifted him up like a little chicken.
Those fists were so shocked that they were dripping with cold sweat.
I saw Ye Fan holding an iron plate weighing more than 100 kilograms in one hand and Meng Yaoyang weighing more than 100 kilograms in the other hand, walking towards the end of the Sanda hall like a normal person.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, Ye Fan threw the barbell in his hand into the corner, then opened Meng Yaoyang's office and walked in.
Suddenly, Ye Fan stuck his head out and said in a deep voice: "Send the injured people to the hospital, and leave some people to clean up the place. By the way, I'm a little hungry, help me buy lunch for three people!"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
"Okay, Master, please wait a moment..."
The boxers were as well-behaved as kittens and quickly followed Ye Fan's instructions.
Ye Fan closed the door of the office, threw Meng Yaoyang on the sofa, and sat opposite him.
"Now, can you tell me about those people from the day before yesterday?" Ye Fan patted Meng Yaoyang on the shoulder, "I don't have much patience, so please don't waste your time."
"First...sir, who are you?"
At this moment, Meng Yaoyang still lacked the majesty he had just now. His hands and feet were trembling, the corners of his mouth were purple and cracked, and his big face was covered with cold sweat, dripping down.
He was born in the underworld and opened a fighting club, so he had naturally heard of some legends in the martial arts world.
Although the fight against counterfeiting in martial arts has been very popular in recent years, no one doubts that the real Chinese martial arts are just the tricks on TV.
The young man in front of me is not a strong man, let alone tall, but he can actually throw a weight of more than 100 kilograms as a dart, just like for fun.
This kind of person must be a real martial arts master!
"I'm not afraid to tell you that the group you received the day before yesterday kidnapped two children. One is the young son of the chairman of the Li Group, and the other is my daughter."
Ye Fan snorted coldly: "The Li Group has nothing to do with me, and I don't care whether that boy lives or dies.
However, they were so full that they even kidnapped my daughter. Mr. Meng, do you think I can tolerate this?"
"Ah?" Meng Yaoyang trembled, "Is what was said in the news today true?"
"So, I hope you will never violate a father's bottom line, otherwise you will face endless fear!" Ye Fan glanced at Meng Yaoyang coldly and said softly.
"Sir, it was...it was the Qing Gang who did it!"
Meng Yaoyang felt Ye Fan's murderous intention and immediately confessed honestly without saying anything.
"The day before yesterday, I received Brother Griffin from the Dongyang Hall of the Qinggang. They said they had a big deal to do, so my boss asked me to be in charge of the reception!
Sir, I'm not lying, go to Dongyang County quickly, your daughter must have been kidnapped there!"
Meng Yaoyang vowed, but he was cursing in his heart.
Gryphon, your mother is just helping Mr. Li, but why does it involve other people? Mother, Xipi, if you offend such a ruthless man, I will be implicated too!
"Your boss?" Ye Fan frowned, "Who is your boss?"
"This...I don't know either. He is very mysterious. I have never seen him before." Meng Yaoyang did not care about anything at this time in order to save his life.
"Sir, although I have never met the boss, his voice sounds like he is very young. I still remember that when he first contacted me, his voice was like that of a kid in the period of voice change!"
"Voice-changing period?" Ye Fan was surprised, "How long have you been with him?"
"Twelve years!" Meng Yaoyang was honest and did not dare to hide a word.
Ye Fan held his chin, doubts rising in his heart.
If it is true as Meng Yaoyang said, then the boss behind him has been a careerist since he was a child!
Now that he has grown up, I am afraid he has grown into a very capable conspirator!
"Okay, I understand. Mr. Meng, thank you for your cooperation." Ye Fan nodded and patted Meng Yaoyang on the shoulder.
"Don't dare, don't dare. Now that you've finished asking, sir, can you..." Meng Yaoyang rubbed his hands and said with a cheeky smile.
"Don't worry, I'll let your people buy food. I'll leave as soon as I finish."
Ye Fan has not eaten a meal since yesterday. If he wants to save people, he must eat first.
Meng Yaoyang's face froze and he sat on the sofa at a loss.
Soon, his little brother packed the food and delivered it.
Ye Fan was not polite, put the lunch box on the coffee table, opened it and started eating.
There is a lot of food for three people. In addition, Meng Yaoyang's younger brother is usually arrogant and domineering outside. The restaurant owner is very conscious and makes a lot more food, so this is at least enough for five people.
Meng Yaoyang saw a dozen fast food boxes filling the coffee table. In less than ten minutes, they were all wiped out by Ye Fan, and his heart started to pound.
Damn it, people who practice martial arts have a big appetite. I didn’t expect it to be so big. It makes me so hungry!
While Ye Fan was eating, a beautiful figure led a group of people to Meng Yaoyang's Sanda studio.
This is a beautiful woman, with a handsome and gentle appearance, but a murderous look in her eyes.
She looked around and shouted to the boxers inside: "Where is your boss Meng Yaoyang? Let him come out. I have something to ask him!"
At this time, there were more than a dozen boxers staying in the Sanda Hall to clean up. When they turned around and looked at the gate, they saw a huge crowd of people, and each one of them was holding a machete in his hand.
"Oh my god, I'm here to chat with the boss again!"
"Who did the boss mess with..."
When the boxer who was cleaning saw that this group of people were even more vicious than the previous youths, he immediately started complaining and didn't dare to mess around at all.
A young boxer walked up to the beautiful woman and said with a respectful smile: "Miss, welcome, the boss is receiving guests in the office, just go in by yourself."
The beautiful woman frowned when she saw that everyone was immersed in mopping the floor, and the red marks spread over a large area.
"What's wrong with you here?"
"No, it's nothing. We were practicing boxing just now, and one of our brothers got a nosebleed, which was all over the floor."
The young boxer smiled coquettishly and quickly invited the beautiful woman in.
The beautiful woman's ferocious aura softened, and she became suspicious.
Didn't it mean that Meng Yaoyang had a group of extremely vicious thugs under his command? Why did he look so polite?
Also, nosebleeds are common during boxing practice, but if you have a nosebleed alone and dozens of people are holding buckets and mopping the floor, isn't this too exaggerated?
Could it be that the injured boxer had more than ten pounds of nosebleeds?
The glamorous woman asked her men to guard outside the corridor, and she came to the office with a few go-getters.
The young man knocked on the door with his fist, opened a small crack, and whispered: "Boss, a lady is here to ask you some questions."
Meng Yaoyang glanced at Ye Fan cautiously and waved his hands quickly: "See you, see you? Didn't you see that I have a distinguished guest?"
"This... boss, it would be better for you to meet me. This lady has brought more than a hundred people with her..."
"Fuck!" Meng Yaoyang's face turned even paler and he quickly stood up from the sofa.
"Then...then what nonsense are you talking about? Come on...please come in quickly!"
Meng Yaoyang was about to cry but had no tears, and the word "Despair" was written in big words on his forehead.