After the kicked-in door was hit hard by Ye Fan, it bounced to both sides and collided with the wall.
This loud noise came without any warning, startling everyone in the hall to tremble.
More than 300 people all looked at the door.
The beautiful host's passionate lines were also cut off, like a hen whose throat was cut, and she was so frightened that she made no sound.
Although Mrs. Feng, who has assets of several billions, is not a predator, she is still considered a prominent figure in the real estate industry.
Everyone who came to the reception today is also a person with a certain status and identity.
No one expected that someone would kick in the door without any care, so unscrupulously and with a sense of arrogance.
"Who are you?"
Everyone present also discovered that not far from the entrance corridor, Lin Maner and his group were lying down.
Everyone looked shocked.
Upon seeing this, more than a dozen Feng's bodyguards ran over, and the leader even shouted:
"Who asked you to come here to cause trouble?"
Mrs. Feng, who was sitting at the main table, looked at Ye Fan coldly, with no emotion on her face. She just held the wine glass and looked at Ye Fan like a dead person.
Although she didn't know Ye Fan, she knew that Ye Fan was finished.
In this kind of situation, there is no need for her to do anything more. A bunch of people will trample Ye Fan to death.
Ye Fan walked in with his head held high, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the marble floor.
Facing the murderous Feng bodyguards, Ye Fan seemed calm and calm, without the slightest hint of fear.
This confidence made many people present look askance.
However, more people were shocked and showed ridicule and disdain, wondering if Ye Fan was out of his mind and dared to break in and cause trouble like this?
Mrs. Feng is not a top figure, but she is familiar with the three religions and nine streams. Just a word can make Ye Fan die without a burial place.
But Ye Fan’s next words once again subverted their three views:
"Mrs. Feng, get out of here!"...
Mrs. Feng did not stand up immediately, she glanced at Mark with disdain.
She believed that someone was dealing with Ye Fan.
"Isn't Mrs. Feng a coward? Why did she suddenly turn into a turtle?"
Ye Fan slowly walked towards the podium: "This is a bit disappointing to me."
"Boy, who the hell are you?"
A middle-aged man stood up, pointed at Ye Fan angrily and shouted: "Mrs. Feng, are you the one you can yell at?"
"Snapped--"
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense and kicked the opponent away: "Mrs. Feng, get out."
"You bastard, are you here to cause trouble?"
More than a dozen Feng's bodyguards were furious when they saw this, and they rushed towards Ye Fan with roars.
Dugu Shang directly crossed him. After a series of punches and kicks, more than a dozen Feng's bodyguards fell to the ground screaming.
All of them suffered severe knee injuries and found it difficult to stand up.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this. They didn't expect Dugu Shang to be so skilled. Then they understood why Ye Fan was so arrogant. It turned out that he had a powerful bodyguard.
Mrs. Feng also narrowed her eyes slightly. She was surprised that Dugu Shang killed everyone, but she didn't take it to heart.
In modern society, hot weapons and power are more powerful than martial arts.
She sent a message and called in several armed bodyguards.
Ye Fan said calmly: "Mrs. Feng, why don't you come forward?"
"Young man, what do you want to do with your wanton behavior?"
Another old man dressed in black stood up, not angry but powerful, very authoritative: "Have you ever thought about the consequences?"
"What do I want to do?"
"I want justice!"
Ye Fan stood on the high platform.
He waved and took the microphone from the hand of the beautiful emcee, cleared his throat and said:
"Everyone, what happened today is purely personal."
"I'm here to see Mrs. Feng!"
"Last night, while the crew of Xishan Film and Television City was filming, a prop gun suddenly sprayed real bullets."
"My sister-in-law Tang Qiqi happened to squat down, and the bullet grazed her head and hit Feng Mimi."
"That is, Mrs. Feng's daughter..."
"Mrs. Feng didn't find the real murderer, the shooter, or the crew. Instead, she beat up my innocent sister-in-law."
"There were thirty-two wounds on his body, fifteen of which were caused by high heels, a broken rib, and a slight concussion."
"If she hadn't knocked herself unconscious with the intention of dying, Mrs. Feng would have taken off my sister-in-law's clothes."
Ye Fan glanced at the hundreds of people in the audience: "Isn't it too much for me to come to seek justice today?"
Everyone in the audience fell silent for a moment and became less focused. They didn't expect Mrs. Feng to have done such a thing to Ye Fan's sister-in-law.
It's just that they won't condemn Mrs. Feng. After all, it has nothing to do with them, and meddling in other people's affairs will only lead to quick consequences.
The old man dressed in black looked embarrassed, but still snorted coldly:
"Even if Mrs. Feng loves her daughter a little too much, you shouldn't just barge in here and cause trouble."
"You can call the police or file a complaint."
“But that’s not a reason to fight violence with violence.”
"Your current behavior is discrediting your family and ignoring laws and regulations."
He speaks righteously and strictly.
"Snapped--"
Ye Fan's figure flashed, and he was in front of the old man in black, and then slapped him away.
The old man dressed in black screamed, staggered back a few steps, and then angrily picked up a wine bottle: "If you dare to hit me, I will fight you to the death..."
"Snapped--"
Ye Fan slapped him again and knocked the old man in black away again.
"I got a little emotional. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can also call the police or complain."
"Never respond to violence with violence. It will discredit your whole family."
Ye Fan sent back the original words without any politeness.
The old man dressed in black was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "You——"
Ye Fan ignored him and looked around the audience again: "Mrs. Feng, get out."
"That's right, I touched your sister-in-law."
Seeing Ye Fan expose the matter and beating his guest like this, Mrs. Feng could no longer remain silent.
She sneered, crossed her legs, and lit a lady's cigarette.
Her eyes followed her smooth stockings to the end, where it was Ye Fan's slowly approaching figure:
"Who asked her to hide?"
"If she doesn't hide away, nothing will happen to my daughter. If something happens to my daughter, she will have to bear the consequences."
"Yesterday's lesson was just the beginning. If my daughter doesn't wake up for a day, I won't let her go for a day."
"Look, how I slowly torture her to death..."
She puffed out a puff of smoke provocatively and looked at Mark with disdain: "You can't seek justice, and you can't even protect yourself."
As she spoke, four more bodyguards appeared beside her.
These bodyguards have an extra gun in their hands, and their murderous looks are scary.
"Although you are hateful, I still appreciate your frankness."
There was a trace of playfulness on Ye Fan's face: "That's good, it's much easier for me to use my hands. Yesterday you slapped Qiqi eleven times and kicked her twelve times?"
"You know this as well?"
Mrs. Feng did not feel any guilt at all, but was rather complacent:
"Tang Qiqi told you? It seems that I haven't beaten enough?"
Ye Fan raised his wrist and looked at his plum blossom watch: "There will be no Feng Real Estate after tonight."
"No more Feng Real Estate?"
Mrs. Feng slowly blew out a smoke ring:
"What do you mean, not only do you want to act wild at the venue, but you also want to take action against my company?"
Immediately, her eyes narrowed.
"How dare you, an unknown country bumpkin like you, speak so wildly that you want to persecute me?"
"Do you think I, Feng Real Estate, have been working hard in Long City for so many years?"
"Are you qualified to trouble me?"
"Do you know who you're dealing with?"
Mrs. Feng's voice sounded solemn: "Everyone standing in front of you is either rich or noble."
"This is Director Zhou Jianfeng of the Longdu National Taxation Office."
"This is Chairman Zhou Gaofeng of Pacific Financial."
"This is Mr. Qiu, the general manager of Huantai Heavy Industry."
"This is Mr. Yang from Evergreen Mall."
"This is Captain Fu of the third detachment from Chaodong..."
As Mrs. Feng called her names one by one, more than a dozen respectable men and women stood up one after another and stared at Ye Fan sharply.
Mrs. Feng led a group of people forward slowly, walked up to Mark and sneered and said:
"No one can be offended by you."
Ye Fan glanced at the people behind Mrs. Feng: "You all want to mind your own business?"
A man with a Chinese character sneered: "I am Zhou Jianfeng, the national tax collector of Longdu. Do you think I can't handle it?"
"boom--"
At this moment, a figure rushed up from behind.
He was caught off guard and dispersed the crowd, then kicked Zhou Jianfeng away.
Zhou Jianfeng screamed and fell onto his back, in an unprecedented state of embarrassment.
"ah--"
Before Zhou Jianfeng could get up, Zheng Junqing slapped him again, killing the whole audience with a vicious expression:
"Whoever fucking interferes in this matter, I, Zheng Junqing, will kill his whole family."
