As the beautiful women screamed, Ye Fan's dagger flashed again, and a thunderous blow made Zheng Junqing's palm, which was supported by the table, nailed to the table.
The blade pierced through the palm of the palm and pierced through the table. The two were directly connected into one, and a stream of blood sputtered, making everyone's expression stagnant.
Zheng Junqing screamed again: "Ah——"
The beautiful woman was instinctively trembling with fear.
Zheng Shengzhuang opened her mouth wide and forgot to shout.
Zheng Junqing looked at the wine dripping from her head, then at the flesh and blood holes that suddenly appeared on her palms, and he forgot even the pain.
He could not accept the reality at all. Unexpectedly, Ye Fanzhen dared to use the knife and directly slaughtered his hand.
"Swoosh!"
Ye Fan did not give everyone time to react, and his left hand flashed again.
He grabbed a fruit knife on the table, fell down again, and nailed Zheng Junqing's other hand to draw the knife mercilessly.
The fruit knife once again penetrated a bloodline, which was so shocking that it was floating on the table.
The beautiful women almost fell to the ground.
Zheng Junqing gritted her teeth, but she couldn't help but scream: "Ah—"
"Ye Fan!"
Zheng Shengzhuang couldn't help but roaring angryly, then grabbed a gun and was about to shoot, but Ye Fan waved his right hand.
Half a piece of cigar burned her hands, causing her wrist to shake and the gun fell to the ground with a snap.
"It's not too much to plot against me so many times, a bottle of wine and two hands?"
Before Zheng's bodyguard could roar up, Ye Fan pulled out the dagger and placed it on Zheng Junqing's neck to intimidate him.
Zheng Shengzhuang and the others were very angry and shouted Ye Fan to let him go.
Zheng Junqing was also very frustrated and angry.
He was not so vulnerable, but he didn't expect Ye Fan to give him a thunderous blow in front of everyone.
He vowed to let Ye Fan pay his blood debt.
A person with his identity is not something that Ye Fan can bully.
The beautiful women were so angry that Ye Fan was not qualified to hurt Zheng Junqing.
Zheng Junqing gritted his teeth and shouted, "Ye Fan, do you think about the consequences?"
Ye Fan smiled without comment:
"I'm here, what consequences do you think I'll care about?"
"You have to tell me one more thing, otherwise the consequences will be very serious."
He looked at Zheng Junqing and asked, "Where is Ling Qianshui?"
"Who is playing wild with me? Who touches my nephew?"
At this moment, the wooden door was kicked open again.
More than a dozen men, like wolves and tigers, flocked in, and each of them was full of murderous intent with live ammunition.
Then, a man with a round face, a fashionable girl, and a man with a bald uniform walked up from behind.
Zheng Shengzhuang looked over and her face instantly became ecstatic: