Late at night, Tang Ruoxue woke up and subconsciously exclaimed: "A bowl!"
"you're awake?"
Ye Fan, who was reading next to her, leaned over and grabbed the woman's hand: "Don't move, be careful."
His feelings for women are no longer as passionate as before, but he still doesn't want to see her exhausted mentally and physically.
"Why did you say two bowls?"
Tang Ruoxue shook Ye Fan's hand very hard: "Am I really wrong?"
There are some bumps, so don’t worry, it’s as light as dust.
But if you take it seriously, you won’t be able to stop it even if it weighs one thousand catties or ten thousand tons.
If she hadn't fainted at that time, the anxious woman would have cut open her stomach and taken out the bean curds to prove her innocence.
"You heard wrong, it's just a bowl."
Ye Fan smiled softly: "And this is a game set against you."
"Boss Qiao and those diners are all arranged by Sun Xiucai."
"The Murong family penetrated into every corner of West China and harmed many people, but also benefited many people."
"With Sun Xiucai's order, Boss Qiao will throw dirty water on you."
"I want to impress you with a bowl of bean curd."
"Once you get in and can't get out, you will leave a shadow at best, or lose your life at worst."
"This is their invisible way to kill people."
"It doesn't work for me, but it works extremely well for you. Especially now that you have a little prenatal depression, you can easily fall into the trap."
"So don't think about it anymore."
While talking, Ye Fan also brought a bowl of porridge to the woman to drink to help her regain some strength and energy.
"I really ate a bowl?"
Tang Ruoxue's pretty face softened a lot: "Is it really a trap set up by Sun Xiucai and Boss Qiao?"
"That's right, one bowl, have a good rest."
Ye Fan reassured: "I guess tomorrow morning, you will see Xiucai and Boss Qiao coming to apologize."
"They'll talk things over with you."
"You will have a satisfactory answer then."
"But I hope that after you resolve your knot, you can fly back to Zhonghai to raise your baby."
"Huaxi, the situation has reached a fever pitch. It's too risky for you to stay."
He made arrangements for Tang Ruoxue.
If Sun Xiucai had not had the intention to kill directly this time, Tang Ruoxue would have been led into a trap by Zhang Youyou and died.
It was precisely because of Sun Xiucai's remaining leeway that Ye Fan did not let Chen Bahuang poison the food.
"I--"
Tang Ruoxue wanted to say no, but she held back her temper when the words came to her lips.
She looked at Ye Fan, who had been guarding her all day, and the hot white porridge in her hand.
She finally nodded: "Okay, I'll leave tomorrow, you stay and give me a city full of wealth."
After all, she knew that staying would distract Mark.
Ye Fan secretly sighed, it would be great if this woman could be so docile all the time...
"Boom boom——"
On the night when the relationship between Ye Fan and Tang Ruoxue had eased slightly, it rained heavily again in West China.
The wind howled and the thunder roared.
That same night, six large excavators and twelve black commercial vehicles drove up from both sides of Qiao's Tea House.
The car door opened, and out came more than a hundred men in transparent raincoats wearing Wu Meng uniforms.
Each of them wore a mask, held a killing stick in his hand, and carried a spray gun in his waist.
They quickly knocked out all the cameras everywhere.
Then, a middle-aged man waved his hand: "Do it!"
With an order, more than a hundred people rushed into Qiao's Tea House and the homes of nearby neighbors.
The killing cry was earth-shattering.
"Boom boom boom——"
Then, six excavators moved forward with murderous intent.
"What are you doing?"
"Why did you touch my teahouse?"
"What are you doing to the mute? What is your martial alliance going to do?"
"It's too much to bully others. It's too much to bully others. Does your martial alliance still have the royal law?"
"Let me go, let me go..."
Boss Qiao, Mute and others inside Qiao's Tea House were dragged out.
The old man in the birdcage, the man with glasses, the middle-aged woman and other neighbors who had testified in the morning were also dragged out one by one.
They were kicked in the rain by these tough men wearing masks, and their military boots stamped on the backs of these neighbors.
Three neighbors tried to resist, but were shot in the head with a powerful stick. Blood spurted from their heads and they fell to the ground.
The panicked screams of several children also stopped abruptly with a few slaps.
After the personnel cleared out, six excavators collided wantonly.
The Qiao's Teahouse, which had been in existence for many years, collapsed with a crashing sound. Several wheels rolled over it, turning it into ruins.
The houses or shops of neighbors such as Birdcage Old Man were also ruthlessly bulldozed by excavators.
"No--"
More than a dozen houses and teahouses were razed to the ground.
Many neighbors watched helplessly as their homes were reduced to rubble, trembling with anger.
The century-old brand of the teahouse was also cut into two pieces by a forklift.
Boss Qiao was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot.
"Ahhhh——"
Seeing this scene, the mute became furious and knocked over two tough men wearing masks.
Then, he grabbed a killing stick and smashed it out repeatedly, knocking down three or four opponents.
He was so angry that he rushed towards the middle-aged man who was taking the lead.
"boom--"
But before the mute could rush out a few meters, a spray gun hit him in the back.
There was a loud noise, and the mute fell seven or eight meters away. His back was black and bloody.
Then, several men in masks rushed forward and punched and kicked the mute.
Finally, a killing stick hit the mute on the head.
The mute spurted blood on the spot.
"You bastard, you can't bully people like this."
Boss Qiao and several neighbors tried to rush to save people, but they were dragged back and kicked to the ground:
"Your martial alliance cannot do this."
Boss Qiao's face was full of grief and anger: "Do you still have Wang Fa?"
"Wang Fa? I am Wang Fa! Wu Meng is Wang Fa! Ye Shao is Wang Fa!"
The middle-aged man who took the lead walked up with a grin:
"If you dare to play murderous tricks on Young Master Ye and Mr. Tang, I will kill them directly."
"If you want to blame, blame yourself for offending Young Master Ye because you are ignorant of Taishan."
"If you want to blame, blame the Murong family for not being able to protect you."
"There are so many people during the day that Young Master Ye is too embarrassed to deal with you. Now, it's dark and windy, so it's more than enough to kill you."
"Remember, if you see Mr. Ye in the future, get as far away as you can, or you will be killed."
"beat!"
He waved his hand.
Dozens of men kicked Boss Qiao and the others dozens of times, and then they were beaten with sticks.
Boss Qiao and the others soon fell to the ground with a bloody head.
"Cut off their arms."
The middle-aged man gave another order.
Boss Qiao and others had their arms chopped off again, and then they were all thrown into the ruins of the teahouse.
The ground was in a mess and the streets were filled with blood.
"Remember, don't provoke the Martial Alliance in the future, and don't provoke Young Master Ye!"
The middle-aged man warned, and then walked away with the people and the excavator.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi appeared at Qiao's Teahouse.
In the field of vision, Qiao's Teahouse and a dozen nearby old buildings have been turned into ruins by excavators.
Everything is beyond recognition.
There was still a lot of blood on the ground.
Boss Qiao and others were sent to the hospital for treatment by the police, but a mute body was left at the scene.
There was no huge crowd at the scene, nor was there a large number of angry neighbors. There were only a few detectives protecting the scene.
The scene was very deserted and lonely.
When the neighbors saw Ye Fan appearing, they swooped away.
Ye Fan's mood did not fluctuate at all, he just looked at everything in front of him coldly.
He turned his head and looked at Yuan Qingyi: "Let Sun Xiucai give me an explanation..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan stopped talking and looked at Tang Ruoxue, who was holding an umbrella not far away.
Under the protection of Tang Qi and others, Tang Ruoxue walked towards the teahouse step by step with difficulty, her pretty face turning pale with every step.
Obviously, the scene in the teahouse had a strong impact on her mind and cognition.
Ye Fan was heartbroken.
I don’t know how long she walked, but she stood beside the dead mute and covered the body with an umbrella.
The storm on the mute's head became much lighter.
Ye Fan took a step forward: "Ruoxue——"
Tang Ruoxue turned around, looked at Mark, and smiled sadly:
"Is this the satisfactory answer you gave me?"
After she finished speaking, her pretty face was sad and endlessly desolate. Without waiting for Mark to respond, she turned around and spoke to Tang Qi:
