Although she didn't know the content, looking at Xue Wuming's ugly face, she guessed that Ye Fan was fine.
Ye Wujiu's face was expressionless, as if he knew that Ye Fan would be fine.
"Mr. Xue, please let my son go. We will give you whatever money you want."
"We will not pursue you, nor will we pursue the people behind it. We can also help you compensate."
"As long as you let Mark go..."
Shen Biqin struck while the iron was hot, hoping that Xue Wuming would retreat and give Ye Fan a way out.
Moreover, in her understanding, killers kill people just for money, and the current market value of Taipo Herbal Tea is so high that it is enough to tempt Xue Wuming and the others.
"Mrs. Ye, you have a good son."
Xue Wuming recovered from the shock, gave Shen Biqin a thumbs up and smiled:
"Your son not only broke through and survived, but also killed more than a hundred of us. Even Master Ugly Cow died in his hands."
"Good Ye Fan, good son, the son you gave birth to is really good."
Xue Wuming changed his harmless demeanor and his laughter became harsh and weird. He was obviously stimulated by the news.
Although he followed the ugly cow plan tonight and added insurance, he didn't think Ye Fan could escape from the cemetery. Unexpectedly, Ye Fan even killed the ugly cow.
There were more than a hundred elites. Xue Wuming couldn't imagine it. Where did Ye Fan get his energy?
Could it be that Ye Zhendong took action?
But no matter what, Ye Fan must die.
Like the ugly cow, he never expected that Ye Fan's "Tai Chi Sutra" would make him live forever.
Seeing Xue Wuming's sinister look, Shen Biqin shuddered violently and felt the danger and killing intent emanating from him.
But she quickly plucked up the courage and kowtowed to Xue Wuming.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brother Xue, Ye Fan didn't mean it, he was just protecting himself."
Shen Biqin still begged Xue Wuming: "We will pay for the injured and dead, no matter how much money is spent. If you still don't feel relieved, let Ye Fan go to jail."
"Can you please let him go?"
She hoped that Xue Wuming could show his respect. Although Ye Fan was just an adopted son, he was his lifeblood to her.
"Don't tell me these useless things."
Xue Wuming's voice sank: "Call Ye Fan immediately and ask him to return to Ye's house in Tiancheng alone."
"Remember, you are coming back alone and no one can follow you, including Ye Zhendong."
"If I find a helper, I will kill one of you."
He also made a gesture and asked his subordinates to arrange their arrangements, and at the same time mobilized all the people in Tiancheng.
Ye Fan was so powerful that he no longer dared to take it lightly.
A man in black brought a satellite phone.
Shen Biqin bit her lip and shouted, "I won't fight!"
Even if it was only one ten thousandth of the danger, Shen Biqin didn't want Ye Fan to bear it.
Xue Wuming bent down, grabbed Shen Biqin's hair, and shouted fiercely: "If you don't fight, are you looking for death?"
Shen Biqin screamed and shouted:
"Evan is just a child, can you let him go?"
She endured the pain: "Brother Xue, we are already acquaintances, please help..."
With such force, Shen Biqin's hair was pulled out.
Facing the murderous murderer, Ye Wujiu didn't act like a cowardly middle-aged man. He still sat calmly and scanned the entire room for the enemy's positions.
When he saw his wife being pulled by her hair, his eyes turned cold: "Xue Wuming, please let go."
"I'll let you go, uncle!"
Xue Wuming raised his hand and slapped Shen Biqin.
Powerful and sinking!
Shen Biqin screamed, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Xue Wuming looked contemptuous: "Trash, if I don't let go, what can you do?"
The two parties had interacted several times, and although Xue Wuming always felt that he was the older brother and the younger brother was the younger brother, he had long since concluded that Ye Wujiu was a useless waste.
A guy who can't even make herbal tea is a waste.
Ye Wujiu did not rush to help him, but slowly clenched his fists: "Grudges in the world cannot bring harm to the family."
"Sorry for your paralysis."
Xue Wuming threw Shen Biqin away, walked over and slapped Ye Wujiu.
There was a loud snap.
"You're a loser and you have the nerve to talk to me about grievances in the world. Are you fucking worthy?"
The news that the entire Chou Niu army was wiped out made Xue Wuming very angry, and his ferocious side emerged:
"Call me immediately and tell Ye Fan to come back alone."
He kicked Ye Wujiu again: "Hit!"
"Do you really want to be so bottomless?"
Ye Wujiu ignored the pain in his abdomen and just helped Shen Biqin up and placed her on the sofa.
"So what if you don't have a bottom line? What can you do?"
Xue Wuming slapped Ye Wujiu again.
Then, he shouted to his men: "Bring a fork and a bowl."
"If these two old immortals don't call, then dig out their eyes one by one and tell Ye Fan to get back here."
The two men in black immediately took action, one holding a bowl and the other a fork.
Shen Biqin trembled, shrank back with fear on her face, and shrank behind Ye Wujiu.
There were five finger marks on Ye Wujiu's face, but he still bit his lip and whispered:
"I'll give you all our money and let us live, okay?"
He protected his wife in her final struggle: "One billion in cash, is that enough?"
This is the entire circulating capital of Taipo Company.
"One billion, do you think, one billion can buy back the lives of Chou Niu and the others?"
Xue Wuming sneered: "And if I kill Mark, I can still take away more than a billion if I keep you two."
Ye Wujiu clenched his fists: "Why do you want to bully others too much?"
"Snapped--"
Xue Wuming raised his hand and slapped him across the face: "You're such an expert pretending to be shit."
"Come here, hold them down and teach them a lesson, otherwise they won't take us seriously."
Xue Wuming took the fork used in Western restaurants. If you poke it or dig it, your eyes will fall out.
Six men in black stepped forward.
"flutter--"
At this moment, Ye Wujiu suddenly reached out and patted Shen Biqin on the back of the head.
Shen Biqin's body trembled, then she closed her eyes and passed out silently.
Xue Wuming was startled for a moment, then smiled: "Knock my wife unconscious so that she can suffer less, you useless thing will be of some use."
Ye Wujiu rubbed his eyes, and then took a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, which were left by Liu Fugui and the others.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "My name is Ye Wujiu."
"I know."
Xue Wuming looked joking: "I also know you are a waste."
He also wiped his fork with a paper towel, wondering what method he would use to dig out Ye Wujiu's eyes later to make Ye Wujiu's life worse than death.
Ye Wujiu said calmly: "Do you know why you are called Ye Wujiu?"
Xue Wuming looked at the pretentious Ye Wujiu and sneered: "I would like to hear the details."
Ye Wujiu's eyes darkened: "No father, no mother, no brother, no sister, no name, no surname, no master, no disciple."
"This is eight nothing."
Xue Wuming came forward with a fork: "Is there anything left?"
