I saw this bodyguard yelling quickly, but something happened suddenly. How could the other bodyguard have time to escape?
As a result, this bodyguard unfortunately bumped into another bodyguard, and the two fell to the ground on top of each other, grinning in pain.
"Haha, these two idiots."
Ye Fan flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said with a mocking look on his face.
"No...impossible! You...why are you so awesome?"
Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment. He simply suspected that he had seen it wrong. You must know that all of his bodyguards are experienced thugs. They usually fight one against ten masters, but these few
A bodyguard teamed up and was easily defeated by this kid. How awesome must he be?
At this time, he finally understood why Ye Fan said the word "trash" to him just now. It seemed that he was not arrogant, but he did have the capital to be arrogant!
Thinking of this, Zhang Ming's forehead oozed beads of sweat the size of peas, his whole body trembled slightly, and his heart was pounding!
At this time, Ye Fan turned his head and glanced at him, then blew out a smoke ring calmly.
Seeing Ye Fan's actions, Zhang Ming's heart almost stopped beating in fear, and he sat down on the ground.
Ye Fan squatted down, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile as if an elder was admonishing a younger generation: "Brother, your people are too rubbish, aren't they? I didn't even break a sweat just now, and they just lay down.
Already? Haha!”
When Zhang Ming heard this, his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver. He gritted his teeth and stared at Ye Fan, and cursed angrily: "Smelly boy! Don't be too arrogant! You injured He Wenchao, my uncle He Jianguo will not let you go.
Yes, wait until he comes and you cry!"
Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders and said something profound, "Not necessarily!"
Forehead?
Zhang Ming's expression was startled, and he looked at Ye Fan with some confusion.
He asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What do you mean?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Haha! Let alone your uncle, even if the King of Heaven comes, he can't protect you, I said so!"
The corners of Ye Fan's mouth turned up slightly, showing a sarcastic sneer, and he said slowly.
After hearing this, Zhang Ming was stunned, and then sneered: "Who do you think you are? You are just a country bumpkin! This is the capital, not a place where you can run wild."
Ye Fan flicked the ashes from his cigarette, and then said with disdain: "If I want to be wild in the capital, I can be wild!"
At this time, a group of passers-by who were watching couldn't help but interrupt and said: "Who is this guy? So arrogant?"
"Where in the capital can he run wild?"
"Alas! His tone sounds like a foreigner. He doesn't know how deep the water in the capital is, right? Haha!"
...
At this time, the people at the scene couldn't help but complain. They all felt that Ye Fan was too arrogant and even a little lawless.
"Whoosh!"
At this time, Zhang Ming's face suddenly darkened. He glanced at Ye Fan viciously and said in a fierce tone: "You brat! Do you know the consequences of what you just said?"
"Consequences? Haha! Things that require me to consider the consequences haven't happened yet!"
Ye Fan smiled noncommittally, and then continued to speak in a joking tone.
Hearing what Ye Fan said, Zhang Ming immediately became angry and said, "Damn it! You're so loud, I'm going to call my uncle right now and ask him to come over and take care of you."
"casual!"
Ye Fan spread his hands, showing an indifferent look, and said.
"Hmph! Let's see how crazy you are when my uncle comes over!"
Zhang Ming glared at Ye Fan angrily, then picked up the phone and dialed his uncle He Jianguo's number.