Just when Zhao Kun and others wanted to celebrate, the door of the box suddenly opened.
I saw a young man with an evil smile on his face walking in, with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Well?"
Everyone looked stunned, obviously not recognizing the young man who came in.
And the person who came in was none other than Ye Fan!
At this time, Zhao Kun's men scolded unhappily: "You brat, you're in the wrong place, get out of here! Don't stop me from drinking!"
At this time, Ye Fan flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said calmly: "I didn't go to the wrong place! I just came to find Zhao Kun!"
"presumptuous!"
"Can you call us Mr. Zhao by his first name?"
At this time, a burly man walked up.
I saw him smelling of alcohol and looking fearless. He walked up to Ye Fan very arrogantly, then reached out and poked Ye Fan in the chest.
The big man yelled arrogantly: "You bastard! Let me ask you again, are you going to get out?"
At this time, Ye Fan's eyes flashed with a sharp look, and then he reminded lightly: "I hate it when people poke my chest!"
"Really? That's a coincidence! I like poking people's breasts the most!"
Finished!
Instead of restraining himself, this big man poked Ye Fan in the chest very wantonly.
Click here!
Poke there!
When her accomplices saw this, they all joked: "Xiao Liu, do you practice acupoint magic? Haha!"
"Yes! I am very good at tapping acupoints and sealing throats! Haha!"
The big man laughed loudly, but the next second, he suddenly heard a "click" sound.
Well?
He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his fingers, only to see that his fingers had been broken directly by Ye Fan.
As the saying goes: It hurts even your heart!
Now a finger was broken directly, and it was broken off by someone. The big man turned pale in pain, and his whole body let out a wailing sound like a slaughtered pig.
"Ah...ah!"
"Ah! My finger! Ouch, it hurts!"
...
"Depend on!"
When other people saw this, they couldn't help but cursed on the spot, "Is this kid deliberately looking for trouble?"
At this time, Zhao Kun, who had remained silent, finally spoke.
He could see that Ye Fan was very skilled, so he endured his temper and asked coldly: "Little brother, we have never known each other. In this case, why don't we sit down together and have a drink?"
At this time, Ye Fan sneered proudly: "You are not worthy of drinking with me!"
"I go?"
"How shameless are you? Do you know how many people want to drink with Mr. Zhao but don't have the chance?"
"Give you a little sunshine and you will shine? Don't take yourself too seriously!"
...
At this time, Zhao Kun's men were so angry that they cursed.
At this time, Zhao Kun's face was ashen. He didn't want to cause trouble, but Ye Fan was so arrogant. If he kept giving in, how could people in the world laugh at him?
So, Zhao Kun scolded him coldly with a sullen face: "You bastard! Since you refused to drink the toast and drank as a fine, don't blame me for being rude to you! Someone's here! Take off his arm!"