Ye Fan, Yuan Qingyi and the others walked away, and no one of the more than a hundred people present dared to stop them.
The bodies of the bodyguards underground and the broken legs of Nangong Zixiong and his wife had already suppressed their dissatisfaction with Mark.
They subconsciously looked at Grandma Changsun, who had the highest martial arts value, but found that the old man with a broken leg had also fainted.
And her forehead clearly showed signs of hitting the wall.
All the guests fell silent again, only the rain-covered wind came in...
Everyone is extremely cold, and their hearts are filled with chills:
Something big is going to happen!
The next day, it was six o'clock in the morning in Jincheng, and the cold wind was blowing.
Pok Oi Hospital.
The sixth floor of the inpatient department was filled with the smell of alcohol and blood.
On the sixth floor with more than fifty beds, either Nangong elites or Ouyang gunmen were lying, all covered in blood.
Although they were killed by Yuan Qingyi in the Shangri-La Hotel, the hospital affiliated to the Ouyang Family still pulled them over for rescue.
It's a pity that none of the fifty-six people survived. Yuan Qingyi's sword sealed his throat and gave no one a way to survive.
Even Nangong Zixiong, Ouyang Xuanxuan and Changsun's mother-in-law were lucky enough to survive. It took the hospital a busy night to arrest the injuries of the three.
Even so, the legs and feet of the three people could not be saved.
Yuan Qingyi not only broke their legs, but also shredded their muscles. The three of them will have to use wheelchairs as companions for the rest of their lives.
"I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"
When Ouyang Xuanxuan woke up and learned all this, she burst into tears uncontrollably.
Nangong Zixiong's face was also filled with sadness.
"Woo——"
At this moment, eighteen cars slowly parked in front of the hospital, and two middle-aged men came out surrounded by dozens of men in trench coats.
They entered the inpatient building with murderous intent.
More than a dozen patients and nurses who could not escape were pushed away violently by these people, and the scene was chaotic.
One patient was unhappy and wanted to mutter something, but after seeing the two middle-aged men, he immediately shut up.
One is about 1.6 meters tall, and his face looks a bit like the film and television star Sammo Hung, but he is just fatter.
Her belly stood up high, as if she were four months pregnant.
He had a kind face and waved a white fan in his hand, giving people the impression of a knife hidden in his smile.
The other middle-aged man is about 1.85 meters tall, with rough features and a sturdy back, not inferior to the dozens of burly followers behind him.
The slightly narrowed triangular eyes always give people a sense of danger.
It is the two tycoons Ouyang Wuji and Nangong Fu.
They had just returned from a business trip to bear country. When they got off the plane, they heard that something big had happened, so they rushed to the hospital as soon as possible.
They quickly went up to the sixth floor in silence, and then appeared in Nangong Zixiong's ward.
"Uncle, Uncle Ouyang."
When Nangong Zixiong saw everyone appearing, he immediately stood up half of his body.
He shouted with a sense of grievance: "You have to make the decision for me and Xuanxuan."
"dad--"
Ouyang Xuanxuan also raised her head and shouted sadly:
"My legs are broken and I can't stand up anymore——"
Ouyang Xuanxuan cared more about her legs than killing Ye Fan to avenge her.
For her, losing her legs means losing her gorgeous life, and she can no longer be as proud as a peacock to all her girlfriends.
"Don't cry, kid, don't be afraid, I will let you stand up."
"If the hospital in Jincheng is not good, go to the hospital in West China. If the hospital in West China is not good, go to the hospital in Xiongguo."
"Modern medical technology is so advanced that as long as you have money, it will definitely make you stand up."
Ouyang Wuji stepped forward and hugged his daughter's head, patting her back repeatedly to comfort her.
At the same time, his kind face could no longer hide his murderous intent:
"And I will definitely avenge you. I will cut your enemy into pieces with a thousand knives. No, I will throw you into a mine and dig coal for the rest of your life."
In the eyes of many people, being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts is an extremely cruel form of torture.
But Ouyang Wuji knew that digging coal like a rat underground was far more terrifying than death.
Nangong Fu also stepped forward and asked Nangong Zixiong:
"Who hurt you so badly? Even Grandma Changsun couldn't stop you?"
He only knew the casualties of two families, and it was too late to understand the specific situation.
"It's Liu Fugui's brother, Ye Fan, who came with a top female bodyguard to take revenge."
Nangong Zixiong held back his sadness: "The female bodyguard is very powerful. All the brothers numbering over 50 were killed, and Grandma Changsun couldn't withstand her punch."
"Nangong Zhuang and Liu Changqing also fell into their hands, and they were forced to tell them what happened that night..."
He told what happened at the Shangri-La Hotel, but he avoided the important points and highlighted Ye Fan's arrogance and methods.
When Nangong Fu heard that Ouyang Xuanxuan was not making excuses, he glanced at the woman and seemed not to have expected Ouyang Xuanxuan to be so stupid.
But Nangong Fu didn't say much.
Blaming at this time will not only make Ouyang Xuanxuan angry, but also make Ouyang Wuji, who is eager to protect his daughter, unhappy.
"What a surprise."
After hearing this, Ouyang Wuji sneered:
"I didn't expect that Liu Fugui's poor family would have such a strong and good brother."
He was a little surprised, but more of a murderous intention. If he touched his daughter, the king of heaven and I would die.
Nangong Fu also nodded slightly: "It's indeed interesting."
In the past few years, Liu Fugui dressed up as a rich man and mingled in the upper class every day, and he had long become a laughing stock in the entire Jincheng wealthy circle.
Therefore, Liu Fugui brought Zhang Youyou back with him as a self-proclaimed king.
The Taipo Herbal Tea shares and the people who know Niucha are all bragging in the eyes of Jincheng circles.
And if you are really prosperous outside, how can you come back and inherit a small gold mine worth "tens of millions"?
Nangong Fu and the others did not take Liu Fugui seriously and wantonly set up a trap to put Liu Fugui's family to death.
Now that Ye Fan came out, Nangong Fu felt the power and had to re-examine the "cow" that Liu Fugui had boasted about.
"The strength is indeed strong. He was able to injure fifty-six people and also cripple Grandma Changsun."
"It's a pity that he doesn't understand whose Jincheng belongs to Jincheng."
Ouyang Wuji sneered: "Here, the dragon has to be coiled up, and the tiger has to lie down."
"If he dares to provoke us to destroy my daughter, I will leave him digging coal for the rest of his life."
He added: "Before digging coal, we have to break his legs so that he can't crawl out of the mine."
"By the way, uncle, he also left a message for you."
"He said he would return the Liu family's gold mine just as he took it away."
Before Nangong Fu could think about Ye Fan's identity, Nangong Zixiong said Ye Fan's words again:
"If one gram is missing, one person will be killed. If one kilogram is missing, our whole family will be killed."
He hoped to arouse the anger of the two tycoons so that the bastard Ye Fan would be tortured as soon as possible.
Ouyang Wuji's eyes turned cold and his murderous intent was fierce: "Is that bastard really so arrogant?"
"If Uncle Ouyang doesn't believe it, you can ask the guests present, you can ask Xuanxuan."
Nangong Zixiong shouted: "That bastard is more arrogant than I said."
"Yes, he is extremely arrogant."
Ouyang Xuanxuan also restrained her emotions and spoke with tears:
"In addition to destroying us and asking the two tycoons to return the gold mines, they also said that Liu Fugui would burn the two of us during his funeral."
Thinking of the cruel words left by Mark, Ouyang Xuanxuan was filled with unspeakable anger and also felt a chill.
Nangong Zixiong echoed: "Yes, yes, he said blood debts must be repaid with blood. You carry the coffin and we burn it."
"That's crazy."
Ouyang Wuji, who had always been calm, laughed angrily: "Even my daughter wants to be burned, who gave him the courage and courage?"
Nangong Fu also sneered:
"Carrying the coffin? Burning you? Will Liu Fugui marry you?"
"On the contrary, he and the Liu family will be worse off than dead in our hands."
He also showed a sulky look, feeling that Mark Ye was too arrogant.
"Uncle, there is a very powerful personal trainer out there."
Nangong Zixiong reminded: "Grandma Changsun was injured by her punch."
"Yes, Dad, that female thug is very powerful."
Ouyang Xuanxuan also resented Yuan Qingyi extremely: "Dozens of people couldn't stop us. She also broke both my legs and Zixiong's."
"If dozens of people can't stop you, then I'll call hundreds or thousands of people to come."
"Grandma Changsun is no match for me, so I will spend 100 million and ask the president of the Jincheng Martial Arts League to take action!"
Ouyang Wuji put away his white fan with a snap, his face showing the fierce murderous intention of a superior:
"I asked President Wu to lead a siege of eight hundred disciples. Let's see how many heads and six arms she has to resist..."
