Zhao Siqi was not dead, but was seriously injured and unconscious, so he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment as soon as possible.
After some surgery, Zhao Siqi was out of danger of life, but his nerves were damaged and he had to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
Her accident was insignificant than the abandonment of Chen Qianshan, and it did not cause any storm in the huge sea.
Ye Fan ignored her life and death. After leaving Baihua Group, he went straight to Feihu Villa.
Feihu Villa swept away the desertedness of the past, with bright lights and luxury cars like clouds. Not only did it have many more guards, but four major curators also came.
Obviously, the deposed Shen Qianshan has caused the Martial Alliance to surging.
Ye Fan saw Huang Feihu at first glance.
He was standing in front of a picture of a tiger coming out of the mountain.
Huang Feihu is still the same, with long hands and long legs and black cheeks. He has not changed, not at all.
There seems to be no one in the world, and nothing can change him.
He stood there, standing straight, as if a javelin was stuck on the ground.
The soft light shone on his face, making the wrinkles on his face look deeper, but his eyes are still as sharp.
But when he saw Ye Fan, his cold and sharp eyes were immediately filled with warmth.
"Ye Fan, here you come."
Huang Feihu laughed loudly, and opened his arms to greet him.
"Brother, I've caused you trouble."
Ye Fan also walked up, had a hug, and then apologized: "I will take responsibility for the matter of Shen Qianshan."
"shit!"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Huang Feihu, who was playing with two walnuts, glared at the eyes and slapped Ye Fan in the head without hesitation:
"What trouble? For my elder brother, there is never the word trouble."
"Don't just kill Chen Qianshan, even if you punch him, you won't be in trouble."
"That's because he's not as skilled as others."
Huang Feihu didn't take the matter of Chen Qianshan seriously:
"If you want to say there is trouble, it is also trouble for him to Shen Qianshan and the Nanling Martial Alliance."
"The old guy has been arrogant for decades. How many people have he provoked? How many people have he crippled? How many people have he killed?"
"Now that all martial arts are lost, he doesn't want to deal with his enemies, and he still causes trouble for you and me, are he waiting to destroy the family?"
Ye Fan was stunned, and then he secretly called Jiang still so hot, these words were completely to the point.
Although he was facing Chen Qianshan's cruel revenge, wasn't Chen Qianshan, who had lost his force, also facing danger?
However, he still apologized to Huang Feihu: "In addition to Chen Qianshan's revenge, there is also pressure from the headquarters of the Wu League."
"No matter how evil Chen Qianshan is, he is always the president of the Nanling Wushu League. If I destroy him like this, it is equivalent to hitting the face of the Martial Alliance Yuan Lao Pavilion."
"And I was forcing Shen Qianshan to surrender. It was the dog-beating stick you gave me, my elder brother."
Ye Fan saw it very thoroughly: "They will definitely put pressure on the eldest brother."
"What are they going to put pressure on?"
Huang Feihu stepped forward and hugged Ye Fan on his shoulder and said with a smile:
"The dog beater was given to me by the president. Beating the president above and the children below is also the authority to beat the dog beater."
"You use it to deceive Chen Qianshan, who is domineering the male and female domineering woman, there is nothing wrong with the Yuanlao Pavilion to blame."
"If you don't use the dog beater, can you use it for worship?"
"It seems a little bit serious if I abandon the Dantian of Qianshan, but it is also normal for me. I will do it the same as me."
"Or otherwise, wait for him to take revenge in secret?"
"Just kidding, he is a small master of Xuan Realm. If he doesn't ruin it, he will be like he destroying his family."
"So you don't need to worry at all, brother."
"You just need to be careful when entering and leaving to avoid Chen Qianshan's loyal attack, especially his top disciple Xue Ruyi."
"The pressure on the rest of the Martial Alliance Elder Pavilion can be easily settled."
"No matter how big a thing is, for me, it's not a big deal."
A major event that involved all parties in the Martial Alliance seemed to be underestimated by Huang Feihu, as if Chen Qianshan and Yuanlao Pavilion were not worth mentioning.
"Brother, thank you."
Ye Fan smiled and followed Huang Feihu forward:
"I feel at ease with you."
He originally wanted to say that if Huang Feihu couldn't stand it, he would let him solve it himself, but he was worried that by saying this, Huang Feihu would become more stubborn to the end.
"Just be at ease."
Huang Feihu laughed: "Stop talking about these bad things, go to the back garden and see me playing with flying tiger fists."
"Then stay and have dinner with me."
He pointed Huang Xuanwu at the finger pointing: "Xuanwu, make a roasted whole lamb. I will go back tonight with Brother Ye without getting drunk."
Huang Xuanwu replied respectfully: "I understand."
Three hours later, Ye Fan left with a full meal. Huang Feihu looked at the lamb with only the skeleton left, and pinched half a cup of Maotai in front of him and drank it all.