He widened his eyes, stared at Ye Fan with resentment, and gritted his teeth and shouted, "Ye Fan! You bastard! If I don't kill you, I will not be a human being!"
Ye Fan sneered and said, "Who else should I be a fool like you? It's best to be a beast! You will only lower the average IQ score of human beings!"
"You...puff!puff!"
He Wenchao vomited several mouthfuls of blood in succession. This time he was really stimulated by Ye Fan and was about to faint.
"Ye Fan! I curse you, you will not die well! I swear! If you don't kill you, I won't call him He Wenchao!" He Wenchao roared, his eyes spitting fire, wishing that Ye Fan would crush his bones and throw them into ashes!
Hearing this, Ye Fan shook his head slightly, sighed, and then said, "Oh! I originally thought you would be restrained, but I didn't expect you to be the same as last time, without any progress.
If you don’t repent, I will give you some profound lessons so that you can experience what social sins are!”
Finished!
Ye Fan suddenly took action, grabbed He Wenchao's arms, and then used an extremely strange method to directly break He Wenchao's arms.
"Click!"
"Click!"
He Wenchao's arm was dislocated directly, and the painful wailing spread throughout the audience.
"hiss--"
After seeing this, the people at the scene couldn't help but take a breath, and everyone's eyes became more and more afraid of Ye Fan.
This man is really terrifying!
He Wenchao was still lying on the ground, struggling in pain, and beads of sweat all over his forehead, and his body was trembling, obviously in extreme pain.
Although He Wenchao is arrogant and domineering, he is just an ordinary person after all and cannot withstand the torture of Ye Fan at all.
"Ah...ahhh!"
"Ye Fan! You...you must die a bad death! If you hurt me like this, the He family will definitely...will not let you go!"
"Ah...ah! Oh! Oh!"
......
He Wenchao screamed in pain while screaming in pain.
At this time, Ye Fan bounced the ashes and said slowly: "Oh? Don't let me go? Haha! He Wenchao, your hands were removed by my hands using the muscle-dividing and bone-dismantling hands. In the world, except me
Outside, no one can cure your hands! Your situation is the same as your sister! Without me taking action, you will never be able to cure your illness in your life!”
"Bah!"
He Wenchao spitted a mouthful of bloody phlegm and scolded viciously: "There are countless famous doctors in the world, I don't believe that I can't find anyone to treat my hands! Ye Fan, wait and see, no matter how much the price I spend,
I will ask someone to heal our injuries and then ask someone to kill you! I don’t believe it, all the killers in the world know you!”
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Is that so? Just try it! But I would like to advise you that your arm can last for up to three days! If it is not cured within three days, even if the gods come, they will be
You brother and sister cannot be saved!"
Ye Fan's voice was not very loud, but it was filled with extremely strong confidence.
He Wenchao's face suddenly changed. He clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were about to spit out of fire. "Then let's go and see!"
After saying that, He Wenchao dragged his painful body and left here in a mess.
At this time, the fake Thousand-Faced Buddha asked in confusion: "Boss, will we just let him go like this?"
Looking at He Wenchao's back as he was leaving, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and then said meaningfully: "It's okay! Playing with him slowly is more interesting than killing him directly. I like this kind of cat and mouse.