Zhao Youbang gritted his teeth secretly, his face became very ugly, and he was also uneasy.
Now he feels that death is not terrible. What is terrible is that he is waiting for the arrival of death, but he is powerless.
This inner torment made him extremely painful!
Just when Zhao Youbang was anxious, not long after, a black car slowly appeared at the factory gate.
Soon, a young man walked down from the car and saw that the young man was wearing a casual outfit, handsome and handsome, with a good temperament, but a sensation flashed deep in his eyes, which seemed to be extremely inconsistent with his age, but
The strong momentum that he exudes makes one unable to ignore his existence.
This person is nothing else, he is Ye Fan!
Soon, Ye Fan entered the factory.
When Gao Feihu saw him coming, he respectfully greeted him, then handed Ye Fan a cigarette and said with a flattering look on his face: "Mr. Ye, come! Smoke a cigarette!"
"Thank you!"
Ye Fan took the cigarette, nodded with a faint smile, then took out a cigarette, put it gently to his mouth, and sucked it, looking comfortable and enjoying.
"You're welcome!"
Gao Feihu nodded and bowed, and said in a funny way.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Youbang, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, cursing with dissatisfaction, "Dog slave!"
As a result, Gao Feihu's face was so angry that he instantly pulled down, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
"Damn it! You dare to scold me? Are you looking for death by lighting a light?"
Finished!
Gao Feihu rushed up and beat Zhao Youbang up.
"Oh oyah!"
"Ahhh...ahh!"
"Help...help!"
......
Gao Feihu's fists and feet were merciless, and Zhao Youbang was howling, screaming and screaming, and his voice was extremely frightened.
Zhao Youbang was also stunned and resisted at first, but gradually, he was beaten to the ground, moaning constantly, looking embarrassed.
At this time, Ye Fan did not stop him, but let Gao Feihu take action.
When Gao Feihu was almost beaten, he waved his hand slightly and said, "Gao Feihu! OK! Don't beat him to death! If you beat him to death, it will be boring!"
"Okay! Mr. Ye!"
At this time, Gao Feihu retracted his fist and stood aside.
"call!"
Seeing Gao Feihu stopping, Zhao Youbang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His whole body was in a state of great pain, as if he had dispersed, but the anger in his heart still did not disappear, and it became more and more intense because he knew that all this was caused by Ye Fan.
At this time, Ye Fan also noticed the anger in Zhao Youbang's eyes, and saw him walk over, then squat down, grab Zhao Youbang's hair with one hand, and pull it back with force.