"Originally, if you didn't ask the black panther to cause trouble for me, I think it would be alright. But after you healed the scar and forgot about the pain, you insisted on seeking death and provoked me. You can't blame me!"
Ye Fan's eyes narrowed slightly inadvertently, a sharp light flashed through his eyes, and he said coldly.
"Ye, don't think you can do whatever you want with just a little effort? This is the capital! This is the territory of the Qian family. If you dare to run wild here, be careful not to get caught!"
Qian Zhenxuan threatened coldly.
At this time, Ye Fan sneered with disdain and said lightly: "Young Master Qian, you are really a noble person who forgets things! I just told you before that I hate others threatening me the most, but you are still stubborn, no wonder
Me!"
As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, Qian Zhenxuan's expression suddenly changed drastically!
Qian Zhenxuan knew very well about Ye Fan's strength, and he was no match for Ye Fan at all.
I saw him warning in a trembling voice: "My surname...Ye, I advise you not to mess around! This is a hospital. As long as I shout for help, someone will definitely come to save me!"
"Oh? Do you think you still have a chance to scream?"
Ye Fan glanced at Qian Zhenxuan contemptuously and said.
Forehead?
Qian Zhenxuan looked slightly startled, and then asked with a vigilant look: "What do you mean by this?"
"hey-hey!"
"You'll find out soon enough!"
Finished!
Ye Fan took out the silver needle and plunged it into the empty spot on Qian Zhenxuan's body with lightning speed.
In an instant, Ye Fan used the magic needle technique to seal Qian Zhenxuan's mute point.
At first, Qian Zhenxuan thought Ye Fan was going to do something, but he found that Ye Fan just pricked himself with a silver needle, and he had no other feeling except that he felt like he was bitten by an ant.
Ever since, Qian Zhenxuan wanted to laugh at Ye Fan for pretending to be a ghost.
But when he just wanted to speak, he found that he couldn't make a single sound from his throat.
"Uh huh huh?"
I saw Qian Zhenxuan's pupils contracting slightly, and his heart was filled with intense panic and fear.
Because this feeling is so weird.
Since he couldn't make any sound from his throat, Qian Zhenxuan looked at Ye Fan in shock, as if he wanted to find the answer from Ye Fan.
I saw a playful sneer hanging from the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and then explained lightly: "Young Master Qian, do you want to ask me why your throat can't make any sound?"
"Uh huh?"
Qian Zhenxuan was seen nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, his eyes filled with doubts and fear.
Ye Fan smiled slightly, and then continued: "I have used the magic needle technique to seal your mute point. As long as I am willing, I can make you lose the ability to make any sound for the rest of your life!"
Divine acupuncture?
Qian Zhenxuan's eyes were full of doubts. He didn't understand what Ye Fan was talking about. But he knew one thing, that is, if he couldn't make a sound from his throat, then he would have no chance even if he wanted to call for help.
This is a very serious question!
Maybe Qian Zhenxuan is already a piece of fish on the chopping board, letting others slaughter him.
Therefore, Ye Fan did not rush to take action, but calmly lit a cigarette, took a leisurely puff, slowly blew out a smoke ring, and then said lightly: "Qian Zhenxuan, Qian Zhenxuan, I
I've given you the chance to change things before, but not only do you not know how to cherish it, but you also challenge my patience over and over again! Do you know what the consequences of this will be?"