He stood up straight, raised his leg and kicked Yang Mufan hard on the back: "Damn it, are you crazy?! You bite everyone you see, right?! We are kind and helpful.
Forget it if you don’t appreciate your advice. Damn it, wouldn’t you be a little bit too beastly to attack us?!”
Yang Mufan was kicked by Nan Jue and hit the chair in front of him.
He threw himself on the back of the chair in embarrassment. Yang Mufan's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty red light. He lay there steadily, listening to Nan Juefeng's endless vulgar abuse. Then, he turned around even more angrily and crazily.
He raised his leg and kicked Nan Juefeng.
Wei Yutian and Li Aoran rubbed their arms that were about to be dislocated. They looked at the two men who had lost their minds and were already fighting in a ball. They felt a headache.
Even they themselves don't know why the situation has become like this.
Obviously, the top priority now is to study a plan and rescue people as soon as possible.
Actually... I have time to fight here.
Wei Yutian wanted to step forward to dissuade him, but Li Aoran stopped him: "Just wait for them to fight, they won't kill anyone. When they get tired and crazy, they will know to stop. We can just sit by and drink tea and enjoy it."
.”
With that said, Li Aoran walked to the sofa in the study room and sat down firmly.
And Wei Yutian watched Nan Juefeng get punched by Yang Mufan within a few seconds. He felt it hurt just by looking at him.
He covered his face and finally followed Li Aoran and sat down on the sofa.
For the next twenty minutes, in the smoke-filled study, fists and kicks were exchanged, and swords and swords were flashing. It was initially intense and violent, but ended up calming down.
Yang Mufan was not seriously injured, but Nan Juefeng was bruised and swollen, and his entire face was deformed.
Yang Mufan leaned on the desk, gasping for air. Looking at the dying man lying on the ground, the red light in his eyes faded a lot.
After venting his anger, his brain became clearer.
However, Nan Juefeng, who had received a heavy beating, raised his hand and pointed at Yang Mufan and said incoherently: "Yang Mufan, I want to break off our relationship with you..."
Before he could even finish his words, Yang Mufan was about to kick him if he raised his leg.
Nan Juefeng was so frightened that he immediately spoke: "I'm kidding you, okay?! I'm older now, how can I be beaten as well as I was when I was twenty?! You, he, don't even know how to be gentle."
!!”
Yang Mufan said nothing, took two steps forward, and stretched out his hand towards Nan Juefeng.
When Nan Juefeng saw it, he didn't hesitate, held his hand, and with the help of his strength, he stood up from the ground.
When he was limping and trying to find a place to sit down and rest, Nan Juefeng glanced at the computer that had been knocked to the ground. He saw Wei Yutian and Li Aoran sitting leisurely on the sofa drinking tea, and he suddenly became angry.
He yelled at them angrily: "You still have the leisure to drink tea, didn't you see that I was beaten so badly?! You didn't know how to come over and help me!! Damn!!!"
Nan Juefeng then yelled: "Why are you still standing there?! Why don't you get down quickly and ask De's wife to send someone to clean up the room, and at the same time, hold up the computer!!"
Wei Yutian and Li Aoran saw that Nan Juefeng was really beaten badly, so they stood up with sympathy and did what he asked obediently.
Li Aoran knelt down to help the computer up. Unexpectedly, as soon as he knelt down and before he could touch the computer, he was suddenly scolded by Yang Mufan, who was frightened out of his wits: "Wait a minute, don't touch the computer."