Suddenly, the clear sound of broken bones, mixed with screams, echoed in the empty and quiet villa for a long time.
As the saying goes: It hurts even your heart!
This time, Wang Shaoyu was completely crippled, and he felt that his hands no longer belonged to him.
Wang Shaoyu's hands were twisted at ninety degrees, and all the bones were broken, like twists and turns. It was shocking. His face was distorted in pain, veins on his forehead were pulsing, and a huge amount of sweat poured down like rain.
"Ye Fan! You bastard! I will never let you go! I will never let you go!"
Wang Shaoyu roared crazily, tears and sweat mixed together, looking very miserable.
He hated Ye Fan to the core and wished he could peel off Ye Fan's skin and stretch Ye Fan's tendons.
However, Ye Fan smiled faintly, without taking him into his eyes at all, and then stepped on Wang Shaoyu's palm with a little force.
"Ouch - it hurts! It hurts!"
Wang Shaoyu cried out in pain.
"Wang Shaoyu, you scream, keep shouting! If you dare to scream, I will step on you!" Ye Fan looked down at Wang Shaoyu with a serious tone.
Finished!
Ye Fan stepped hard again, and Wang Shaoyu screamed in pain again.
"Ouch!"
"Ouch!"
"Ye Fan...oh no! Brother Fan, spare my life, spare your life...I...I shouldn't have been disrespectful to you just now. Can you please stop being so fussy with me? Can you?"
Treat me like a fart and let me go..."
At this time, Wang Shaoyu didn't have the slightest bit of majesty as before. He was so painful that he lay prone at Ye Fan's feet, wailing uncontrollably.
"Young Master Wang, you?"
This scene made Chen Cheng stunned, and he couldn't even believe what he saw.
In his impression, Wang Shaoyu had never been so humble and embarrassed, and all of this was thanks to Mark!
Suddenly, Chen Cheng looked at Ye Fan differently.
From the disdain, arrogance, and contempt before, to the surprise and shock later...
Eventually, it evolved into the current deep fear and fear.
Even at this moment, he felt that he would rather offend the King of Hell than Ye Fan, because Ye Fan was more terrifying than the King of Hell.
At this time, Wang Shaoyu's face was also very ugly. After all, he was the eldest young master of the Wang family. He was used to being arrogant and domineering. When had he been humiliated like this?
Normally, he would have fought Ye Fan to the end.
But at this moment, he gave up.
Because even Chen Chengdu is not Ye Fan's opponent, if he fights Ye Fan to death, he will be asking for death.
Although Wang Shaoyu lowered his body and begged for mercy, Ye Fan still didn't let him go, and said coldly: "Wang Shaoyu, you are already an adult. Since you have done something wrong, you must take responsibility! You beg for mercy now.
, it’s no longer useful!”
When Wang Shaoyu heard this, he was so scared that he was trembling with fear, as if he were facing an abyss, and as nervous as walking on thin ice.
I saw him holding back the pain, clasping his hands together and begging for mercy: "Brother Fan, you have made all the mistakes, and they are all my fault! I beg you, can you be noble, open your mind, and let me go?"
Hearing Wang Shaoyu's begging for mercy, Ye Fan showed a playful smile and said: "Do you really want me to let you go?"