Seven hundred and twentieth chapters flight conflict
Ye Fan arrived at Nanling Airport at 9 o'clock, but because of a change in the Gangcheng Airport, he did not get on the plane until four o'clock in the morning.
Although he didn't sleep much all night, Ye Fan didn't feel sleepy and just passed the matter in Hong Kong City.
I guess I will spend the next half month in Hong Kong. In addition to helping Yuan Qingyi treat President Jiang, I also have to take away the treasure house of Wuyi Lane and protect Tang Ruoxue.
When he thought of Yuan Qingyi's phone call, President Jiang's condition suddenly worsened. Not only did his life index drop seriously, he also fell into a deep coma.
Ye Fan guessed that this was another tough battle.
After considering these things, Ye Fan contacted Cai Lingzhi on his mobile phone, asking her to send someone to stare at Alisa's cruise and find a place for herself.
Although he knew that Yuan Qingyi would make arrangements for him, Ye Fan would have to collide with Wuyi Lane in the future, so he had to let him have multiple strongholds.
Cai Lingzhixun made arrangements and gave Ye Fan a contact number so that Ye Fan could mobilize the intelligence team of the Port City as quickly as possible.
After the arrangement was made, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief and then closed his eyes to rest.
When Ye Fan opened his eyes again, it was already past seven o'clock. The flight entered the air above the port city and arrived at the airport in ten minutes.
More than 300 passengers began to get up and prepared to pack up their belongings and get off the plane.
Ye Fan got up and went to the bathroom, washed himself with cold water and made him more awake.
When he returned to the seat, a black man with rich perfume braids walked past his seat and staggered and touched Ye Fan's shoulder bag.
Then, he walked towards the bathroom without looking back.
"stop!"
Ye Fan did not leave the other party, and reached out to pull him back:
"Give me the stuff back."
Although the braids are very fast, Ye Fan can still see that he stole his wallet when he touches his shoulder bag.
Ye Fan rarely brings his wallet and usually pays with his mobile phone, but he is worried about inconvenience in using it, so he temporarily withdraws 20,000 yuan.
"What are you doing?"
The young man with braided hair said with a stern look and said, "What are you doing when you stop me from going to the bathroom?"
He tried hard to escape from the place, but he could not break free from Ye Fan's hand.
Ye Fan said coldly: "Give it."
"Not a native of Hong Kong City?"
After confirming Ye Fan's accent again, the young man with braided relaxed his expression and took out a chewing gum and chewed it:
"Boy, I tell you, I am your uncle, don't make me angry, otherwise I will kill you with one punch, believe it?"
He waved his fists arrogantly and domineeringly: "Get away as far as I can."
Hearing the argument here, many passengers nearby looked over.
Ye Fan's tone was indifferent: "I'm still so rampant to steal my wallet?"
"Steal your uncle!"
"I am Uncle Yang, I am a high-quality person. How could I steal your wallet?"
The young man with braids was aggressive: "I tell you that this is the Harbor City, a place where the rule of law is discussed. Go back to your ignorant countryside."
"Didn't your parents teach you a first-class foreigner..."
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense anymore and slapped him directly.
"Ba"
With a crisp sound, the young man with braided screamed and fell to the ground while covering his cheek.
Seeing this scene, dozens of men and women who joined in the fun instantly exploded, and they all pointed at Ye Fan indignation:
"Young man, why do you hit people? Who gives you the power to hit people?"
"It's obvious that it's from the inner six. Our Port City is polite and will never be so savage..."
"Do you know how many AIA people will feel disappointed by your slap?"
"You are taking action on a flight in the Harbor City, slandering our Harbor City people, apologizing, and apologizing immediately..."
Seven or eight men in suits and ties accused Ye Fan of the dozen young men in black rolled up their sleeves and wanted to deal with Ye Fan.
There were also a few women who were holding the young man with braids while crying with pain.
At the same time, Liu Qiao looked up at Ye Fan with her eyebrows. Why is a country bumpkin a good friend?
Ye Fan sneered: "He stole my cell phone and bit me back. Can't I deal with him?"
A middle-aged man with glasses raised his neck: "We didn't see him stealing a cell phone, we only saw you hit someone, and he was lawless."
A woman with short skirt also shouted: "Yes, you are the only one who beats people and doesn't steal things. Don't frame the black guy."
The others also sneered: "The black guy is handsome and has an extraordinary temperament. How could he steal your country bumpkin's phone?"
"idiot!"
Ye Fan ignored the crowd's affection, pushed a few people away, then pulled the young man with a braided braid and stretched out his left hand to take out his cell phone.
The phone blocked is Ye Fan's photo.
A fool can tell at a glance that the young man with braids is a thief.
The whole audience was instinctively silent.
Dozens of people's faces were hot.
But the women with short skirts quickly started to scream again:
"So what?"
"Even if the black guy accidentally takes your stuff, you are not qualified to shout and kill him?"
"Does thieves have no dignity? Can thieves slap them casually?"
"Do you think you are the ones you deal with in the countryside?"
"This is about the law, you must give us an explanation!"
A group of people turned black and white on their backs and continued to scold Ye Fan.
The young man with braided hair looked at Ye Fan gloatingly.
"A bunch of idiots."
Ye Fan glanced at the women in the short skirt and sneered: "I want me to give you an explanation? Who are you?"
The woman in the short skirt was righteous: "Everyone has the responsibility to resist violence and uphold laws and regulations.
"Protecting the thief and besieging the owner is what you call maintaining laws and regulations?"
Ye Fan pushed the woman away from her short skirt and shouted: "Stay away from me, I don't like people with plum blossom disease to get close to me."
Plum blossom disease?
The audience was silent again, and dozens of people subconsciously stayed away from the woman in short skirts.
The black guy also jumped two steps away.
The woman in the short skirt shouted in anger: "Who do you think has plum blossom disease?"
"The skin has a large number of small papules of 2 to 5 mm in diameter, and is also a hard red and coppery color of the matrix."
Ye Fan was unceremonious and had a blow: "The lymphatic is swollen, the scalp is mottled and the scales are mottled. What is this not the second stage of plum blossom disease?"
When everyone heard this, they all retreated again and distanced themselves from the woman in the short skirt.
"You're talking nonsense..."
The woman in the short skirt screamed, then turned around and ran away...
The man in glasses couldn't stand Ye Fan's arrogant attitude: "Young man, you are so bad, you are so angry that you are experiencing their privacy in public, you..."
"Shut up, glasses."
Ye Fan did not give the other party any face: "You are just a matter of confusing right and wrong?"
"I hate you hypocritical guys the most. Don't blame me for telling you your obsession with breaking your sleeves."
"And because you are incompetent, you can only play the role you can..."
Just because he is not a local, these people oppose it for the sake of opposition, and of course Ye Fan will not give them a good face.
"you……"
The man in his eyes was very angry: "It is unreasonable, unreasonable."
Although he was angry and frustrated, he did not dare to fight against Ye Fan, because Ye Fan was so sharp that he was really incompetent.
But he didn't give up, but looked at Ye Fan with hatred: