At two o'clock in the afternoon, Jin Wendu woke up and looked at his right hand that was missing a finger. He was so angry that he kicked over the desk, chair and coffee table in front of him.
He has never been so embarrassed as he is today, let alone suffered an injury like a broken finger.
Jin Wendu’s eyes turned red:
He roared Ye Fan's name like a furious lion, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces to vent his hatred.
Several close confidants were silent, not daring to advise or say anything.
Chen Ximo walked to the door carrying a bowl of porridge. Hearing Jin Wendu's anger, he quickly turned around and left.
Everyone knows that Jin Wen is in a rage and will become the target of his venting if he is not careful.
"You are all trash too."
"Not only can't you stop Ye Fan from acting wildly, but I was injured by him and broke my finger, and you can't keep him."
"Everyone raises troops for a thousand days and uses them for a while, but you have no use for them at all."
Jin Wendu scolded the cronies and backbone present:
"You have the nerve to say you are protecting guests, but you can't even protect me, so how can you protect others?"
He really hates that iron cannot become steel. If his right hand hadn't been in pain, he would have given everyone a few slaps.
"Master Jin, calm down!"
In the end, the black Rakshasa sitting in the wheelchair hesitated with a pretty face, and finally looked at Jin Wendu and whispered:
"It's not that we don't want to keep Ye Fan, it's that the other party came prepared and we were caught off guard. It would be a big risk to force him to stay."
"In addition to the more than 20 thugs who followed him, there were 49 ships and thousands of desperadoes outside."
"If we really want to show off and use our trump card, the result will only be losses for both sides."
"It doesn't matter if we die, but I'm worried that Young Master Jin will suffer the consequences. After all, your safety is our first priority."
The Black Rakshasa who had cleaned up the injury analyzed the pros and cons: "Ye Fan's hundred lives are not as valuable as Young Master Jin."
"And we have found out his identity. If he can escape, a monk cannot escape the temple. Sooner or later he will pay the price."
Black Rakshasa's eyes were bright: "As long as Mr. Jin gives us some time, we will definitely seek justice for you!"
Several confidants also nodded in agreement.
Jin Wendu roared: "Where did he come from?"
Black Rakshasa coughed and responded: "His name is Ye Fan, a Chinese medicine doctor who was once the son-in-law of the Tang family..."
"You mean, I was bullied by a loser?"
Before Black Rakshasa could finish speaking, Jin Wendu interrupted rudely:
"He can move out Yuan Huihuang and Zheng Junqing, and blockade Nanjiang River to scare Lu Qing away. Is this something that a son-in-law or a traditional Chinese medicine doctor can do?"
In the past, the bronze inscriptions were all gentle and elegant, the actions and gestures were in the style of aristocratic families, and they were gentle and gentle to the black Rakshasa, but now they are completely distorted.
In addition to the unprecedented setbacks and injuries he suffered, there is also the fact that the Black Rakshasa has been destroyed and is no longer worthy of Jin Wendu's respect.
"He has good medical skills and has treated many powerful people. With the platform of Tang Sect, he has accumulated a strong network of contacts."
The Black Rakshasa endured the pain of ruptured tendons in his hands and feet, and watched Jin Wendu report word by word:
"Moreover, he also joined the Martial Arts League and gained a position through flattery, so regardless of whether he cares about it or not, he is still very feared."
It's not that she doesn't know the details of Ye Fan, the reason for her ambiguity is just that she knows that Jin Wendu will never like to hear that Ye Fan is so powerful at this moment.
For Jin Wendu, he wanted to hear that Ye Fan's rampage today was just a matter of anger and luck.
Therefore, Black Rakshasa deliberately hides Ye Fan's power and highlights Ye Fan as a blind cat and a dead mouse.
Of course, she also has a selfish motive, which is to make Jin Wendu think that Ye Fan is nothing more than this, so that Jin Wendu will take revenge unscrupulously.
In this way, her revenge and shame can be avenged.
"Also, by fighting to the end like this today, he is just venting his resentment over Miss Chen's engagement."
"I checked and found out that he once pursued Miss Chen, but she rejected him."
"So when he saw you marrying Miss Chen, he was very angry and wanted to lose face to you no matter what."
"Young Master Jin should know how terrifying it is to be jealous of a goddess who has been robbed..."
"You were right not to fight him to the death!"
Black Rakshasa added: "After all, you were born with a golden key in your mouth, there is no need to care about barefoot Ye Fan..."
After hearing what Black Rakshasa said, Jin Wendu's expression softened a little. It turned out that he was embarrassed today because he was ignored by a madman.
Yes, I am the eldest son of the Jin family. It would be too shameless and tasteless to go out and start a fight with a jealous common man personally.
Fortunately, he had stopped. Otherwise, instead of losing a finger, he might have died together with Mark holding him in his arms.
After thinking about this, Jin Wendu's anger was reduced by half, but he still stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and shouted:
"I don't care if he is jealous or not, but if he loses my face, I will kill him."
Jin Wendu's face was as dark as water: "Ye Fan must die, otherwise how can I see my elder brothers and sisters?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Jin, I have informed my master."
Black Rakshasa's eyes were blazing: "He knew that I was abolished and was very angry. He ordered my senior brother to take Ye Fan's life."
"Your senior brother?"
Jin Wendu's eyes lit up: "Seraph?"
He heard Black Rakshasa mention that her master had many disciples and disciples, but not many could be put on the stage, and the senior brother was one of them.
I heard that the senior brother is extremely scary. Not only does his bullets have no miss, but he is also very fast. When you see him touch the gun, you will hear the gunshot in your ears.
Then he was shot in either the head or the heart.
All in all, Seraph is very scary.
"That's right, he just returned to Xiang Country from a mission."
Black Rakshasa showed a trace of resentment: "I have sent him Ye Fan's photos and information. I believe he will kill Ye Fan soon."
She was also full of resentment towards Ye Fan. The punch she received not only destroyed her kung fu, but also made her unable to do heavy work.
So she also hopes that Ye Fan will die.
"very good!"
Jin Wendu obviously knew Seraph very well. When he heard that he was dealing with Ye Fan, he felt completely relaxed, as if Ye Fan was bound to die.
"Let him torture Ye Fan a few more times before killing Ye Fan. We must let him feel the pain in the world."
"By the way, something like this happened today, and the rest of the visit has been cancelled."
"The cruise ship will dock later. After some negotiation, we will go back to our respective homes. You will fly to the port city with me then."
"I will arrange for the best doctors to treat you and see if there is any possibility of recovery."
"It doesn't matter if you can't recover, I will give you 100 million to live the rest of your life."
He suddenly became amiable again: "Anyway, I won't let the hero bleed and shed tears."
Black Rakshasa was slightly moved: "Thank you, Mr. Jin."
At this moment, the door was gently knocked open, and a young man with long hair and a bruised nose and face walked in, holding a mobile phone in his hand:
"Young Master Jin, Young Master Wang called from Longdu..."
