Wang Fan dared to point at Qiu Huafei's nose and ask whether he should go away or not. This was simply too audacious!
No one would have thought that the guy who was just selling goods one by one and stalking Zhang Weiwei to get here would dare to slap Qiu Huafei in the face with such provocation.
They just feel that this world is too crazy and Wang Fan is so desperate!
"You bastard, you dare to talk to Mr. Qiu like this, are you looking for death?"
"Young Master Qiu, this guy is so shameless, why not let me take action and just cut off his hands and feet, Shen Lichenghe!"
"Damn it, this is the first time in my life that I have seen such a cool guy."
"If you don't seek death, you won't die!"
Before Qiu Huafei had time to speak, there was already a roar behind him.
Several young men in colorful clothes who were proud of their strength jumped out and shouted while pointing at Wang Fan's nose. They linked their arms and pulled the buttons, looking like they wanted to tear Wang Fan into pieces.
Qiu Huafei raised his hand slightly, as if they had made an appointment, their voices suddenly stopped.
After calming down, he raised his head and looked at Wang Fan, his eyes filled with indescribable coldness and chill, "You're very good, I haven't seen you so noisy in a long time."
Snapped.
A crisp sound suddenly came out, interrupting Qiu Huafei's words, and then he saw Qiu Huafei flying backwards with blood vomiting from his mouth.
With a bang, it fell heavily to the ground.
The left side of his face was completely swollen, and red blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, which looked so shocking.
Although the ground was clean and his clothes were less stained than his white clothes, they were wrinkled due to his fall and lost their elegance.
This scene once again blinded everyone's eyes. They were all shocked by Wang Fan's crazy behavior, and their minds fell into a brief blank.
Strong, so damn strong.
Wang Fan is simply a strong group.
He is constantly hammering everyone's hearts with his words and actions, refreshing everyone's endurance.
Zhang Weiwei's pupils suddenly widened, as if she couldn't even breathe.
She couldn't help but cover her cheek, which was also slapped by Wang Fan, with her hands, as if she felt a deep sting again.
It's over, it's really over.
If Wang Fan is going to die, Zhang Weiwei probably won't survive either.
If you are so arrogant, you will definitely take this matter out on her.
When Zhang Weiwei looked ashen and a little at a loss, Qiu Huafei over there had already struggled to get up, with only endless ferocity in his eyes.
"Kill him! Kill him for me! You bastard, you dare to provoke me, Qiu Huafei, in this little acre of land in Licheng, and slap my Qiu Huafei in the face. I must let him know what life is worse than death.
The taste of it!”
Qiu Huafei was completely angry!
He, Qiu Huafei, is the young master of the Jiujiang Society, how high and mighty he is?
But today, in front of all the dignitaries, he was slapped in the face by an unknown person, and it was a real slap in the face!
How can I bear this?
Feeling the burning sting on his face, the rage burning his reason crazily, he wished he could cut Wang Fan into pieces and greet the eighteenth generation of Wang Fan's ancestors.
Following Qiu Huafei's madness, a burly man jumped out in an instant.
This macho man is nearly two meters tall and weighs three hundred kilograms. Standing there, he looks like an iron tower.
His casserole-like fists were clenched in an instant, and there was a crackling sound in the bones. Then with a bang, he stepped on the ground with his right foot and rushed towards Wang Fan crazily.
The murderous intent is fierce!
Along with his impact, the ground made a loud roar, as if it could not bear his weight, and the earth was shaking.
In just an instant, the macho man set off a burst of thunder and wind, and approached Wang Fan. With his burly physique, arms as thick as an adult's calf, and fists as big as a casserole, he pierced the air and viciously struck Wang Fan on the head.
At this moment, looking at the powerful people around me, my heart couldn't help but jump out of my chest.
Some timid ones couldn't help but close their eyes and didn't dare to look anymore.
They all felt an extremely depressing atmosphere.
Zhang Weiwei looked at this scene, and while her heart was trembling, her eyes flashed with resentment, and she cursed fiercely in her heart, "You bastard, you bastard, if you dare to hit me, if you dare to hit Young Master Qiu, go to hell!"
Whoosh!
The strong man's fist created a gust of wind, and it was close to Wang Fan's head in an instant.
Feeling this scene, Wang Fan's expression finally changed, and there was a coldness in his eyes.
He originally didn't want to make a big splash outside. Even if he heard that the other party was the young master of the Jiujiang Society, he didn't intend to slap him in the face here.
But Qiu Huafei was unwilling to give up, which really made Wang Fan a little upset, and at the same time aroused the anger in his heart.
He suddenly turned around, grabbed the macho man's arm as thick as a man's calf, and at the same time made a fist with his other hand and blasted it out.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, the macho man's mouth and nose shattered, blood spurted out and he fell to the ground!
But before he could fall out, Wang Fan grabbed his hand and pulled it back hard, then let go, raised his foot, and stepped down.
boom!
The macho man fell to the ground instantly. He was like a dead dog, being trampled to the ground by Wang Fan.
The sternum was collapsed, the bones were shattered, and blood was spurting out from the corners of the mouth, which was extremely miserable.
Wang Fan stepped on the macho man, but looked at Qiu Huafei who was not far away, with disdain in his eyes, "Kill me? Who are you going to kill?"
The atmosphere suddenly froze, and the whole place was dead silent again.
The bright red blood stimulated everyone's eyeballs, and they almost forgot to breathe.
They simply couldn't believe that the previously powerful and arrogant man would suddenly be stepped on by Wang Fan.
Qiu Huafei's face also turned blue and white. He never thought. He thought he was just stepping on a soy sauce orange, but instead he stepped on an iron plate.
But even so, Qiu Huafei did not give in, but pointed his finger at Wang Fan crazily, "You bastard, if you offend me, Qiu Huafei, you are dead, you are dead!"
"Do you know who I am? I am Qiu Huafei, I am the young master of the Jiujiang Society! Do you know where this is? This is Licheng! Do you know who organized the banquet today? It's Liu Bailiang
Home, and my Jiujiang Club!"
Qiu Huafei's face was ferocious, as if he were crazy, "You dare to hit me in the face, you dare to hit my bodyguard, I will definitely kill you, I will definitely kill you!"
Qiu Huafei roared crazily, took out his cell phone and planned to make a call.
He really couldn't stand being slapped in the face by Wang Fan in front of all the dignitaries.
Originally, he was somewhat confident in his own skills, but the tough man's defeat made him lose his confidence.
Today's banquet was originally aimed at the Wen family, so my father also brought many Jiujiang Club experts, but they were all in the club.
What he wanted to do now was to call people out, then step on Wang Fan hard and let out a bad breath.
"Oh, really?" Wang Fan smiled. He walked up to Qiu Huafei, slapped the phone out of his hand, then reached out and slapped him.
He was still muttering, "Is the Jiujiang Club great? Is the young master of the Jiujiang Club great? I'm going to beat you, the young master of the Jiujiang Club, today. What can you do to me?"
Saying that, click, click, click, Qiu Huafei's hands and feet were shattered.
The howling like a slaughtering pig resounded in the air, and all the dignitaries felt an endless chill.
"Remember, my name is Wang Fan, and I will be attending the banquet of the top dignitaries in Licheng at noon today. If you are able, you can come to me for revenge."
After Wang Fan finished speaking, he swaggered into Zuilong Bay.
This time, no one dared to stop him.
What made everyone even more stunned was that Wang Fan actually took out the invitation and entered.
How can this be?
Isn’t he a soy sauce character who stalks Zhang Weiwei?
However, at this time, Qiu Huafei's companions had no intention of thinking about it further. For them, this was a good thing, as they didn't have to worry about Wang Fan escaping.
Seeing the miserable Qiu Huafei lying on the ground, they all became confused.
"Quick, quick, send Mr. Qiu to the hospital!"
"Call President Qiu right away!" "And this bitch, she caused the incident, don't let her get away!"