Ye Fan arrived at Nanling Airport at nine o'clock, but due to an incident at Gangcheng Airport, he didn't get on the plane until four o'clock in the morning.
Although he didn't sleep much all night, Ye Fan didn't feel sleepy. He just went through the things in Hong Kong City.
The next half month is expected to be spent in Hong Kong City. In addition to helping Yuan Qingyi treat President Chiang, there is also the need to take away the Wuyi Lane treasure house and protect Tang Ruoxue.
He thought of Yuan Qingyi's call. President Jiang's condition suddenly deteriorated. Not only did his vitality index drop severely, he also fell into a deep coma.
Ye Fan estimated that this would be another tough battle.
After deliberation, Ye Fan contacted Cai Lingzhi on his mobile phone and asked her to send someone to keep an eye on the Alisa cruise ship and find a place for him to stay.
Although he knew that Yuan Qingyi would make arrangements for him, Ye Fan would have to collide with Wuyi Lane in the future, so Cunning Rabbit Sanku gave him multiple bases.
Cai Lingzhi quickly made arrangements and gave Ye Fan a contact number so that Ye Fan could mobilize the intelligence team in Hong Kong City as quickly as possible.
After the arrangements were made, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief and then closed his eyes to rest.
When Ye Fan opened his eyes again, it was already past seven o'clock. The flight had entered the sky above the port city and it would arrive at the airport in ten minutes.
More than 300 passengers began to make a noise, preparing to pack their belongings and get off the plane.
Ye Fan got up and went to the bathroom, washing himself briefly with cold water to make himself more awake.
When he returned to his seat, a black man with braided hair and strong perfume walked past his seat, staggered and touched Ye Fan's shoulder bag.
Then, he walked to the bathroom without looking back.
"stop!"
Ye Fan didn't let the other person leave, and stretched out his hand to pull him back: "Give me the things back."
Even though the braided young man was extremely fast, Ye Fan could still see that he stole his wallet when he touched it.
Ye Fan rarely carries a wallet and usually pays with his mobile phone. But when he went to Hong Kong City, he was worried about the inconvenience, so he temporarily withdrew 20,000 yuan.
"What are you doing?"
The young man with braided hair looked fierce and yelled: "Why are you stopping me from going to the toilet?"
He tried hard to escape from the place, but he couldn't break free from Mark's hand.
Ye Fan said coldly: "Bring it here."
"Not from Hong Kong City?"
After confirming Ye Fan's accent again, the braided young man relaxed, took out a piece of chewing gum and chewed it: "Boy, let me tell you, I am your foreign uncle, don't make me angry, or I will punch you to death, believe it or not?
"
He waved his fist arrogantly: "Get away from me as far as you want."
Hearing the argument, many nearby passengers looked over.
Ye Fan's tone was indifferent: "You are still so rampant when you steal my wallet?"
"Steal your uncle!"
"I am a foreign uncle and a high-quality person. How could I steal your wallet?"
The braided young man said aggressively: "I tell you, this is a port city, a place where the rule of law is enforced. Go back to your ignorant countryside."
"Didn't your parents teach you that first-class foreigners..." Ye Fan stopped talking nonsense and slapped him directly.
"Pa—" there was a crisp sound, and the braided young man screamed, covering his face and falling to the ground.
Seeing this scene, dozens of men and women who were joining in the fun exploded in anger. They all pointed at Ye Fan with righteous indignation and scolded: "Young man, why are you beating people?
Who gives you the right to hit people?"
"At first glance, it looks like you are from the mainland. We in the port city are all polite people and would never be so barbaric..." "Do you know how many friendly people will feel chilled by your slap?"
"You are taking action on a Hong Kong flight to smear us Hong Kong people. Apologize, apologize immediately..." Seven or eight men in suits and leather shoes accused Ye Fan, and a dozen young men in black rolled up their sleeves to deal with Ye Fan.
There were also several women who were so distressed that they were about to cry while supporting the braided young man.
At the same time, his eyebrows were raised and he glared at Ye Fan angrily. How could a country bumpkin attack a friendly person?
Ye Fan sneered: "He stole my phone and bit me back. Can't I deal with him?"
A middle-aged man with glasses raised his neck and said: "We didn't see him steal the phone, we only saw you beating people, it's lawless."
A woman in a short skirt also shouted: "Yes, you are the only one who hits people, not stealing. Don't frame the black man."
The rest of the people also scoffed: "The black guy is so talented and has an extraordinary temperament. How could he steal your country bumpkin's phone?"
"idiot!"
Ye Fan ignored the crowd's turmoil, pushed a few people away, then pulled the braided young man who was being supported, stretched out his left hand and took out his mobile phone.
It was Ye Fan’s photo that was blocked on the phone.
Even a fool can tell at a glance that a young man with braids is a thief.
The whole place fell into silence.
Dozens of people had hot faces.
But the women in short skirts quickly shouted again: "So what?"
"Even if a black guy accidentally takes your things, you don't have the right to yell at him and kill him?"
"Don't thieves have any dignity?
Can a thief just slap him?"
"Do you think you just deal with people casually in your country?"
"This is a matter of law, you must give us an explanation!"
A group of people confused right and wrong and continued to reprimand Ye Fan.
The braided young man looked at Mark with schadenfreude.
"A bunch of idiots."
Ye Fan glanced at the women in short skirts and they sneered: "You want me to give you an explanation?
Who do you think you are?"
The woman in the short skirt was righteous: "It is everyone's responsibility to resist violence and uphold law and order.
"Protecting thieves and besieging the owner is what you call maintaining law and order?"
Ye Fan pushed the woman in short skirt away and shouted: "Stay away from me, I don't like people with plum blossom disease to come near me."
Plum blossom disease?
The whole place fell silent again, and dozens of people subconsciously moved away from the woman in the short skirt.
The black guy also jumped two steps away.
The woman in the short skirt shouted angrily: "Who do you think has plum blossom disease?"
"There are a large number of small papules on the skin with a diameter of 2 to 5 mm, and they are red copper with a hard matrix."
Ye Fan bluntly attacked: "The lymph nodes are swollen and the scalp is mottled and scaly. Isn't this the second stage of plum blossom disease?"
After hearing this, everyone retreated together again and distanced themselves from the woman in the short skirt.
"You're talking nonsense..." the woman in the short skirt screamed, then turned around and ran away... The man with glasses couldn't see Ye Fan's arrogance: "Young man, you are such an idiot. You exposed other people's privacy in public, you..." "Shut up
Mouth, glasses boy."
Ye Fan didn't give the other party any face: "You are just confusing right and wrong, are you talking about something?"
"I hate you hypocrites the most. Don't blame me for telling everyone about your habit of cutting off your sleeves."
"And because you are incompetent, you have only been able to play the role of recipient..." Just because he is not a local, these people object for the sake of opposition, and of course Ye Fan will not give them a good look.
"You..." The man with eyes was furious: "It's unreasonable, unreasonable."
Although he was angry and aggrieved, he did not dare to confront Ye Fan because Ye Fan hit the nail on the head and he was really incompetent.
But he didn't give up, but looked at Ye Fan bitterly: "Boy, wait, I, Lu Kun, will not give up like this..."
