The whole audience looked at Ye Fan in surprise at this uninvited guest.
Many people didn't know who Ye Fan was or what Ye Fan's background was, but when they saw him barging in like this, everyone's eyes became playful.
This is Murong Feixiong's territory. Murong Feixiong was about to use force on Wang Shiyuan. What's the difference between Ye Fan interrupting his interest and seeking death?
When someone whispered that Ye Fan was the person Murong Feixiong had called just now, the ridicule from the dozens of handsome men and beautiful women present became more intense.
It turned out to be the person who was beaten into useless pieces by Miyamoto Tajima Mamoru.
"Damn it, Waste Ye, do you really dare to come?"
At this time, in the corner, a white-haired young man stood up, looked at Ye Fan and laughed angrily:
"You are simply looking for death."
When he was destroyed at the last moment, he felt angry from the bottom of his heart.
Ye Fan raised his head and looked over. Although he didn't know Murong Feixiong, he could still recognize him at a glance.
The arrogance and domineering look were exactly the same as on the phone.
Ye Fan temporarily collected some information on the road and found out that Murong Feixiong was apparently Murong Sanqian's nephew, but in fact he was the latter's illegitimate son.
Because of this relationship, Murong Sanqian not only passed on his skills and experience to him, but also spared no effort to cultivate his growth.
It's a pity that Murong Feixiong couldn't endure the hardships and could never achieve great success in martial arts. Murong Sanqian could only promote his position.
This time Murong Sanqian came to Nanling to make trouble. The purpose was to kick Ye Fan away and make Murong Sanqian the new president.
Ye Fan sighed: "The abacus is good, but it's a pity that you shouldn't provoke me."
He put Murong Feixiong on the death list.
Murong Feixiong took a sip of wine and said, "Ye Fan, if you spoil my mood, the consequences will be very serious."
Reclining on the sofa next to him was a young woman with a graceful figure, her clothes were messy, and her stockings were halfway removed. It was Wang Shiyuan who was in a trance.
But when she saw Mark, her eyes suddenly lit up, giving her a hint of hope.
Ye Fan nodded slightly to her, telling her not to worry, and then looked at Murong Feixiong and spoke calmly:
"You should be lucky that you haven't done anything like a beast, otherwise you wouldn't be able to keep the whole body."
Murong Feixiong came forward with a glass of wine and shook it: "Ye Fan, I have seen people who don't care about life and death, but I have never seen you die like this."
Ye Fan said calmly: "If you want me to kill you, I will come and make it happen for you."
"boom--"
Murong Feixiong kicked Wang Shiyuan in the abdomen: "Aren't you not allowed to touch her? I touched her now, what's wrong?"
Wang Shiyuan screamed and blood came from the corner of her mouth.
Ye Fan's eyes were cold and he didn't speak. He just took out his mobile phone and sent a message.
"I touched her, what can you do? Hey, she's a loser. She doesn't dare to challenge her directly. She only uses her mobile phone to show off..."
Murong Feixiong slapped Wang Shiyuan twice again, and then looked at Ye Fan provocatively:
"You have the ability to touch me?"
Many people started laughing, and Ye Fan's silence seemed to them to be cowardice.
"If you provoke me like this, I don't mind making you suffer a little."
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. After all, you have a decisive battle tomorrow afternoon."
He is yin and yang:
"Like this, Wang Shiyuan and I will take a mandarin duck bath later. When we are done, how about you drink up our bath water?"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of men and women in the audience burst into laughter, mocking the crippled Ye Fan for not knowing how high the world was and how he was still babbling when he was not capable of being a hero to save a beautiful woman.
As a result, not only was Wang Shiyuan not rescued, he was forced to drink the bathwater from her and other men. The greatest shame for a man is this.
Ye Fan put his hands behind his back and stepped forward: "I didn't say anything just now. I just told you that Murong Sanqian will prepare a coffin for you."
"You bastard, who gave you the courage to challenge me like this?"
Murong Feixiong gave an order: "Come here, beat this loser for me."
Seven or eight young people in the room immediately rushed over with roars.
Ye Fan didn't waste any time and kicked them all away.
Their bodies were like kicked balls, flying in all directions, or rolling against the ground, falling to the ground without making a sound.
Ye Fan's kicks were so powerful that he directly kicked their internal organs to pieces, killing all those who were helping him.
"It's a bit moral."
Murong Feixiong didn't take it seriously and sneered: "Mr. Qin, teach him a lesson and don't beat him to death."
As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with a hooked nose rushed out from the corner.
He gave Ye Fan a shocking punch.
Nine successes.
He wanted to kill as a warning to everyone, and wanted everyone to know:
Anyone who offends Murong Feixiong will die!
"Whoosh——"
The fist was filled with murderous intent, and the momentum suddenly exploded, like a pouring flood, which was shocking.
Several beautiful women took a step back and looked at Mark with schadenfreude, feeling that Mark would be seriously injured even if he did not die.
"too weak!"
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan didn't even raise his eyes, snorted coldly, and then punched out.
The fist is like the wind.
Under the blazing gazes of dozens of people, Ye Fan punched the hook-nosed fist.
"boom!"
The fists collided, and a muffled sound exploded.
Ye Fan's strength burst out of his body, and the clothes on the hook-nosed old man's arms shattered, the joints of his fists were instantly broken, and his arms became twisted.
"ah--"
Then, the hook-nosed old man screamed and flew out uncontrollably, knocking over several people and falling to the ground.
Sweating like rain.
Wasted!
"ah--"
"how so?"
"How is this going?"
"Why are his fists so terrifying? Don't you think he's almost useless?"
"Did Mr. Qin underestimate the enemy?"
Many female guests subconsciously exclaimed, they simply could not accept that Mr. Qin was so vulnerable in Ye Fan's hands.
Murong Feixiong's expression also changed: "Ye Fan, are you healed?"
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, he flashed his body and arrived in front of Murong Feixiong.
Almost at the same time, two old men in black rushed out. Without saying a word, they drew out their sharp knives and directly attacked Ye Fan's vitals.
That sharp knife, that power, that tacit understanding, it's simply flawless and impeccable.
"Papa -"
Ye Fan didn't pay attention at all and lightly grabbed it twice with his left hand.
After two crisp sounds, the two old men in black groaned, and five more blood holes appeared on their wrists.
The sharp knife fell out of his hand and his arm became disabled.
I couldn't muster all my strength.
Ye Fan did not stop at all and continued to approach Murong Feixiong.
"Whoosh——"
Although Murong Feixiong looked like he was drunk and drunk, he still had some foundation after years of experience in the Martial Alliance.
He retreated, and there was a hidden sword in his left hand, which was aimed at Ye Fan.
"call--"
Ye Fan calmly avoided it, then twisted his waist and hips, and punched Murong Feixiong hard in the chest.
The momentum is strong and sinking.
Gong Suqin and the others' pupils instantly shrank into needle-like shapes!
Murong Feixiong's expression changed, and he blocked it with his hidden sword.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, Ye Fan smashed the Hidden Blade with one punch, and then hit him with a powerful blow on his body.
Murong Feixiong felt pain in his palm, and then his ribs.
