"roll!"
Ye Fan opened the other party's hand: "Don't make trouble!"
If the other person hadn't looked like an adult and was being used as a gunman, Ye Fan would have slapped him in the face.
"Nima, you dare to touch me? You don't know who I am, right?"
The young man in black felt pain in his fingers and shouted angrily at his companions:
"Move him!"
He didn't care about the hospital or the origin. If Ye Fan disobeyed him like this, he would naturally teach him a lesson.
Otherwise, Baocheng would almost forget him, the devil king of the Ye family who returned from studying abroad.
"superior!"
Teenagers in their twenties rushed forward. Their ignorance of Ye Fan made them full of fighting spirit and excitement.
One by one, they hit Ye Fan with their fists.
"Pah, pah, pah—"
Ye Fan did not tolerate them, he took a step forward, pointed at these people's cheeks, and shot them left and right without mercy.
Amidst a series of slaps and shrill screams, the teenagers fell out one after another, their cheeks red and swollen, and they were dizzy.
Yan Minghou and Chades looked at each other and quickly stepped back a few meters to prevent Ye Fan from rushing over to deal with them.
"Son of a bitch!"
Seeing how powerful Ye Fan was, Mr. Ye was not only not afraid, but became even more furious and kicked Ye Fan on the back.
"too weak."
Ye Fan calmly avoided Ye Sanshao's sneak attack.
He smiled casually: "You dare to challenge this level? You really don't know whether to live or die?"
Ye Sanshao, who was already impatient, became angry with shame. He shouted loudly and pulled out his fist with all his strength. He flew up into the air and kicked Ye Fan in the chest.
Ye Fan's backhand was a slap in the face.
"Snapped--"
Before Third Young Master Ye could touch Ye Fan, he was knocked away mercilessly and rolled five or six meters on the ground.
Unspeakable embarrassment.
"Master Ye!"
After Yan Ming, they couldn't stop shouting tremblingly and asked someone to help Ye Sanshao who fell to the ground.
"Get away!"
Young Master Ye lost his temper and roared. He had never been bullied and trampled on like this since he was a child. He really couldn't bear it.
So, he rushed towards Ye Fan again, but fell back again, very embarrassed.
"Master Ye!"
After Yanming, they looked worriedly at Mr. Ye, who had bleeding from his mouth and nose.
Young Master Ye gritted his teeth and pushed his female companion away with a ferocious expression.
Ye Fan pointed his finger at Ye Sanshao: "Go away, as far away as you want, I'm not in the mood to play with you."
Hearing this, Young Master Ye laughed angrily. His pride was replaced by humiliation and resentment. He didn't think about anything but stared at Ye Fan with murderous intent.
"Teach me a lesson? Who do you think you are?"
"I'm telling you, I'm angry, and I want you to see what kind of existence I am."
Ye Sanshao spoke, raised his hands, and more than a dozen anesthesia needles flew out and shot into Ye Fan's chest.
Not only is it extremely fast and accurate, but it is also very powerful.
Angry?
Ye Fan frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that Mr. Ye was ignorant and so evil. Anyone else would have suffered a big loss.
Then, he stretched out his hand and swept all the anesthesia needles to the ground.
"Swish swish——"
Third Young Master Ye's expression changed, he raised his arms and shot out two electromagnetic darts.
Once hit, the opponent will be stunned immediately.
Ye Fan sneered, quickly avoided the snapping darts, then spun his body and kicked Young Master Ye seven or eight meters away.
"ah--"
Young Master Ye grunted as he fell to the ground, but he still didn't give in at all, and his shoes suddenly pressed down.
With a cold light, four steel nails hit Ye Fan's knees.
Too vicious.
Not only was this kid covered in hidden weapons, he was also extremely ruthless. Ye Fan's face couldn't help but sink.
He dodged to avoid the steel spike, then took a step forward and kicked away the hidden sword that was flying towards him.
Ye Fan didn't stop, he pressed down with his toes, kicked Mr. Ye over again, and stepped heavily on his chest.
The momentum is strong and sinking.
"Zhaozhao wants to destroy me. At this age and with this kind of mentality, he is too cruel."
Ye Fan looked desolate and had a ruthless look in his eyes: "It won't work if I don't teach you a lesson today..."
Ye Sanshao struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free at all. Moreover, Ye Fan's strength gradually caused severe pain all over his body and he lost the strength to resist.
"Ye Fan, this is Ye Xiaoying, the third young master of the Ye family."
At this time, Yan Minghou noticed that Ye Fan was fierce and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You touch him and consider the consequences."
Ye Fan stared at Ye Xiaoying and sneered: "Are you from the Ye family? No wonder you are so rampant."
"Yes, I am from the Ye family."
Ye Xiaoying stared at Ye Fan angrily. He was teased, ridiculed and had his dignity trampled on. To him, life was worse than death:
"Stop your mother being so weird and arrogant. If you have the guts, just touch me!"
He looked at Mark with a sarcastic look.
Ye Fan smiled: "Okay, I'll help you!"
"stop!"
At this moment, a figure flashed on the way.
A woman in red ejaculated over very quickly and was in front of Ye Fan in the blink of an eye.
She grabbed Ye Fan's shoulder with one hand and pulled Ye Xiaoying on the ground with the other hand.
The technique is fierce, comparable to the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.
He took action in a hurry, and with a master like the woman in red, this attack was truly earth-shattering.
Ye Fan didn't dodge too much, he just turned around and hit him.
"boom--"
The woman in red was caught off guard and was thrown away. She took a dozen steps back and hit a car. Her blood surged and she couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
Too strong.
The woman in red looked at Mark in shock: "Who are you?"
Ye Fan said calmly: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that Ye Xiaoying wants to destroy me."
The woman in red hummed to Ye Fan with a nonchalant expression:
"You are an adult and you still worry about your children. Don't you think it is very rude?"
"Even if he makes all kinds of mistakes, he is just playful. There is no need for you to take the lead."
To be continued...