A group of Ma's companions wanted to attack Ye Fan with murderous intent. Ye Fan's two slaps not only hit Bai Jiaxin, but also made them feel that they were being provoked.
Bai Jiaxin took the opportunity to hold Ma Qianjun's arm and shouted sadly:
"Master Ma, have you seen that this kid is so arrogant? He not only beat me, he also dared to beat me in front of you."
"This doesn't give you any face at all."
"It's so lawless, and it doesn't take the Ma family seriously."
She fanned the flames.
Ma Qianjun waved his hand to stop everyone from charging, then gave Ye Fan a thumbs up and smiled:
"Very good, very good. I have seen many arrogant people, but this is the first one to provoke me like this."
"I won't talk nonsense to you anymore."
"The man will break one arm and one leg, and the woman will stay with me for three days, and the matter will be settled."
"If you don't accept it, I'll give you one hour to call someone. If you scare me and my brothers, I'll kneel down and kowtow to send you away."
"If you can't help it, add another hand. Do you understand?"
Ma Qianjun's tone was tepid, but there was an unspoken contempt and arrogance.
It seems that the entire Zhonghai has been firmly trampled under his feet.
Nangong Qin and the others gloated upon hearing this.
"One arm and one leg? Three days with you?"
There was a hint of joking in the corner of Ye Fan's mouth: "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Ma Qianjun's face turned cold: "I'm angry."
Next to her, Nangong Qin couldn’t stand it any longer, and shouted angrily at Ye Fan, who was pretending to be cross-dressing:
"You are really childish and ridiculous. Can you offend the power of Master Ma's family?"
"Move him!"
Ma Qianjun waved his hand.
Several bodyguards from behind moved closer to the front.
The pig friends and dog friends also pressed forward aggressively.
Ye Fan didn't waste any time, took out his cell phone and dialed a number, then pressed the hands-free button.
The other end of the phone was quickly connected, and there was a burst of hearty laughter:
"Brother Ye, good afternoon. Are you so interested in calling me?"
Upon hearing this voice, Ma Qianjun's smile suddenly froze.
"Mr. Ma, I'm stepping on someone, a man named Ma Qianjun, with white hair. Is he related to you?"
Ye Fan spoke calmly into the phone:
"If so, I'll break one of his hands and one leg. If not, I'll break his two hands and two legs."
Ma Jiacheng immediately stopped his smile: "Brother Ye, he is my cousin——"
Before Ma Jiacheng could finish speaking, Ye Fan stepped forward and kicked Ma Qianjun over.
The next second, he stepped on the opponent's calf with a click.
There was dead silence in the whole place.
"ah--"
The sound of his calf breaking could be heard throughout the corridor, and Ma Qianjun's screams shook people's hearts.
Bai Jiaxin and the others, who wantonly laughed at Ye Fan for overestimating his capabilities, were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. They never expected that Ye Fan would be so arrogant.
Not only did he dare to fight Bai Jiaxin, he also ignored the prominent Ma Qianjun. This was simply asking for death.
They heard Ye Fan calling, but they didn't react for a moment, let alone that Mr. Ma was Ma Jiacheng.
More than a dozen pig friends and dog friends were furious. They had always bullied others. When had they ever been bullied like this?
At that moment, more than a dozen people with bodyguards surrounded him, as if they wanted to crush Ye Fan to ashes.
Ye Fan didn't even look at them, he just stared at the frightened and angry Ma Qianjun and shouted:
"Master Ma, you are taking your people out of here right away..."
"Or do you want me to break your limbs again and have someone carry you out of here?"
Ye Fan was careless, but showed a strong aura.
"Don't do it."
Ma Qianjun stopped his companions, then stared at Ye Fan and shouted: "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what you do."
Ye Fan ignored Ma Qianjun's resentful eyes, walked up to him with his hands behind his back and said:
"Rong'ai Hospital almost killed my father. You want to cut off my arms and legs and want my woman to sleep with you. I'll cut off one of your arms and legs. Isn't that too much?"
"If you don't accept it, I can beat you until you accept it."
He was lightly joking, but his tone was unquestionable. No one would think that Mark was bluffing.
"Master Ma, this bastard bullies people too much. He simply doesn't take the Ma family seriously."
Bai Jiaxin's pretty face was frosty: "Let's just kill him -"
The rest of the companions were also filled with righteous indignation and wanted to cut Ye Fan into pieces with a thousand knives.
Before Ma Qianjun could respond, the cell phone in his arms rang. He picked it up and immediately heard Ma Jiacheng's ruthless rebuke.
The shock and unprecedented severity made Ma Qianjun, who was originally angry, look embarrassed, and then became more solemn than ever.
After listening, he stopped his companion who was about to make a move again.
Ma Qianjun looked at Ye Fan and struggled to say: "I'm sorry, I...I was wrong..."
I was wrong?
Hearing these words, Bai Jiaxin and the others almost fell down, their faces were all shocked. They never expected that Ma Qianjun bowed his head to Ye Fan.
Could it be that Ye Fan had an extraordinary background? Could it be that the phone call was really the trump card to suppress Ma Qianjun?
The arrogant Bai Jiaxin was also slightly in a daze, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.
"You know you're wrong?"
Looking at Ma Qianjun with an ugly face, Ye Fan's smile was not only playful, but also mixed with heavy contempt and disdain:
"Will this leg be broken?"
Feeling Ye Fan's teasing gaze, Ma Qianjun's smile was stiff and uglier than crying.
Attentive people noticed that young master Ma's clenched fists had protruding veins, but he had to force a smile on his face.
Ma Jiacheng had clearly reprimanded him on the phone. If he didn't want to die or be kicked out of the house by the Ma family, he should immediately apologize to Ye Fan.
Ma Qianjun couldn't guess Ye Fan's origin for a moment, but he believed that his protective uncle would not deceive him. He smiled at him, feeling humble like never before:
"Master Ye, I'm sorry, I was wrong."
"I shouldn't bully men and women, and I shouldn't use my power to bully others."
He endured the pain and bowed to Ye Fan: "This leg taught me the right lesson. I accept it wholeheartedly."
"Just take it—"
Ye Fan broke his left hand again:
"roll!"
If you say one hand and one leg, then you have one hand and one leg.
Ye Fan quickly left Rongai Hospital with Tang Ruoxue and Ye Wujiu.
Looking at Ye Fan's back, Ma Qianjun punched the wall angrily, then pushed away several companions and made a call with his good right hand:
"Uncle, I feel wronged."
"What is the origin of that boy, and you want me to obey him unconditionally?"
"He is not the nephew of Liuheng Zhonghai, nor is he a descendant of the Longdu family, why should he oppress me like this?"
He had a thousand dissatisfactions and ten thousand grievances. If Ma Jiacheng hadn't suppressed him, he would have trampled to death a hundred Ye Fan.
"He is just a doctor, he really has no background."
Ma Jiacheng said calmly: "Forget about his medical skills, let's talk about his connections. No one in Zhonghai can match him."
"He is Huang Zhendong, Qian Shenghuo's brother, Han Nanhua's old friend, Song Hongyan's benefactor, and a guest of the Yang brothers."
Ma Qianjun's anger was reduced by half, but he still stubbornly spoke:
"So what? Ye Fan is just their friend, and I am your nephew."
"Will Huang Zhendong and the others fight with you for Mark?"
He believes more in family ties and interests than in friendship.
"The Meng brothers offended Ye Fan, one went to jail and the other died in a car accident."
Ma Jiacheng's tone was indifferent: "Chen Guangrong and his son provoked Ye Fan. One was shot to death and the other's brain was damaged."
"Do you think you are more fierce than Meng Dajun, or more sophisticated than Chen Guangrong?"
"Uncle, I can tell you that if Mark kills you, the Ma family will have nothing to do."
The last sentence instantly shattered Ma Qianjun's anger...
