As dusk approached, Ye Fan took Huang Tianjiao to the Fengbo Pavilion.
Huang Feihu originally wanted to come, but was rejected by Ye Fan without hesitation. It was a small scene and he didn't want Huang Feihu to worry about it.
Of course, Ye Fan didn't want him to get involved, so he only led Huang Tianjiao forward.
"After you hit Nangong Hao today, he immediately entered the hospital for treatment and called Nangong Xiong."
"Nangong Xiong is just a single seedling. When he heard that you broke one of his hands and two ribs, he immediately flew over from Longdu with his men."
"His wife Han Xiuli, several generals and personal guards are all here. They look like they are looking for you to fight to the death."
"It's just that when he heard that Jiu Qiansui happened to be in Zhonghai and that you had a chance to become the president of Nanling, he changed his mind and asked Jiu Qiansui to seek justice."
"It looks like he wants to use the Nine Thousand Years Old knife to kill you."
On the way forward, Huang Tianjiao briefly summarized what Huang Feihu told him:
"But Master Hu also told you not to worry."
"Nangong Hao's life is not in danger. He still made a mistake first. The most important thing is that Jiu Qian Sui wants to use you, so Jiu Qian Sui will not do anything to you."
"At most, if you apologize and pay some money, the big problem can be reduced to a small one, and the small problem can be reduced to nothing."
She exhaled a long breath and prayed that the outcome would be as she wanted, otherwise Mark would be in trouble in the future. Offending the elders of the Martial Alliance was not a trivial matter.
Almost all of the nine elders rose up from the position of guild presidents in various places, and they have all the military connections and wealth.
"Apologise? Pay some money?"
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "Do you think Su Xier's matter can be settled like this?"
"ah--"
Huang Tianjiao's body trembled, and her brain short-circuited. Her original intention was to ask Ye Fan to apologize and compensate, but now from Ye Fan's tone, she wanted the other party to give him an explanation.
And things are not that easy to solve.
She hurriedly whispered: "Brother Fan, Nangong Xiong is a veteran after all. Nine thousand years old will more or less take care of his emotions."
Ye Fan ignored her words and asked instead: "What kind of person is Jiu Qian?"
"Three words to describe it."
Huang Tianjiao squeezed out a sentence: "Ruthless, poisonous, absolutely cruel!"
"He is unreasonable, has no regard for the overall situation, is moody, and kills without blinking an eye."
"But because of this, he alone suppressed the Martial Alliance Elders Association."
"You have to know that elders like Nangong Xiong were promoted from local presidents. They are powerful figures and seldom convince others."
If you have money, skills, status, and a province of children as your foundation, it is inevitable that your eyes will be higher than your head.
Ye Fan nodded lightly: "I understand."
Half an hour later, under the guidance of Huang Tianjiao, Ye Fan arrived at a villa in the suburbs.
The villa is built close to the mountain, with the river passing through the foot of the mountain. The environment is quiet and deep.
The villa has a mountain gate and six five-entry courtyards. The courtyards are deep and have green bricks and black tiles, which make people feel awe.
The word "Feng Yun" was written on the gate, and Huang Tianjiao told him that this was the palace of the Nine Thousand Years Old in Zhonghai.
The Fengbo Pavilion stands on the cliff in the back garden of the villa, and the wind is angry and the water is rushing.
Ye Fan nodded slightly, and took a quick glance around, finding that there were many luxury cars in the parking lot, at least thirty of them, which showed that there were a lot of people coming.
There is no doubt that Nangong Xiong will be nine thousand years old to bring justice to his son.
"Woo——"
Just when Ye Fan and Huang Tianjiao were walking towards the mountain gate, they heard a sharp sound and a dozen men and women suddenly appeared at the door.
They blocked Ye Fan with faces full of hostility.
There was also a wheelchair crowded in the middle, and the person sitting in the wheelchair was Nangong Hao.
His head was bandaged and his ribs were plated. He looked a bit funny, but the malice in his eyes was extremely clear.
"Ye Fan!"
Nangong Hao gritted his teeth: "You are dead today."
More than a dozen companions also pressed forward, surrounding Ye Fan aggressively, ready to attack at any time.
Huang Tianjiao hurriedly shouted: "Nangong Hao, don't mess around. This is Fengyun Villa. Brother Fan was called here by Jiu Qian."
Hearing the words "nine thousand years old", the eyelids of a dozen of Nangong Hao's companions twitched and they dispersed unruly.
Nangong Hao also narrowed his eyes.
Ye Fan shouted impatiently: "Make way, good dogs don't block the way!"
"you--"
Nangong Hao was so angry with Ye Fan that he wanted to order a group fight but knew not to be reckless, otherwise he would be disgusted by Jiu Qiansui.
"Give Way!"
Ye Fan walked out of the encirclement circle expressionlessly, and gently pushed Nangong Hao away with his shoulder.
"oops--"
At this touch, Nangong Hao's eyes rolled, and he stepped back more than ten meters, and then touched the marble lion at the door.
Blood immediately flowed from his head.
He covered his head and fell down, howling at the villa:
"He hit someone, he hit someone, Ye Fan hit someone."
"He is so lawless that he beats people even in Fengyun Villa..."
"Help, help -"
Nangong Hao seemed to have lost his temper and shouted as if he was killing a pig: "Come and save me."
He also slapped himself with a backhand, so hard and hard that the right side of his face became red and swollen.
The five fingerprints are extremely clear.
Huang Tianjiao was stunned on the spot. She had seen cheating, but she had never seen such shameless cheating.
Jiu Qiansui hates surveillance, so there are no cameras at the mountain gate, and there are people from Nangong Hao around, so it is difficult to make a clear accusation.
This is to punish Ye Fan to death.
At this time, dozens of people, including men and women, with accents from all over the country, poured out of the villa. Seeing that there was a conflict, they gathered around.
When Nangong Hao saw someone showing up, he shouted even more hysterically:
"Hit people, Ye Fan hits people, oh, it hurts me to death."
"It's so lawless, it's so lawless..."
He also smeared blood on his body to make himself look even more pitiful.
Huang Tianjiao couldn't help roaring: "Nangong Hao, you are so despicable."
"It's interesting."
Seeing the blood on Nangong Hao's head and the slap marks on his face, Ye Fan's lips curled up with a hint of coldness, even disdain and contempt.
"Who is this person? How dare you act wild here?"
"Yes, this is Fengyun Villa, the 9,000-year-old Zhonghai Palace. Are you seeking death if you cause trouble here?"
"This person seems to be Ye Fan, the one who killed Shen Qianshan..."
"Ah, I also remembered that he seems to be related to Shen Qianshan's death."
"Tsk, tsk, this kid is really cowardly. He offended Shen Qianshan and then the son of Elder Nangong."
"I heard that he is very popular in Zhonghai, and he is also a guest of the Six Tycoons."
"No matter what his background is, if he beats someone in public like this, he won't give Jiu Qian Sui face. If Jiu Qian Sui kills him, Liu Heng won't dare to speak out..."
Dozens of people quickly gathered at the door, most of them dressed in fancy clothes and obviously related to the Wu Meng.
They all came closer and accused Ye Fan, feeling that he was bullying others too much.
No matter how much grudges there were, it was not the right time or place to hit someone, not to mention that Ye Fan was still waiting to be punished.
Nangong Hao's conspiracy succeeded.
Huang Tianjiao was almost dying of anxiety: "That's not the case, he did it himself..."
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
At this time, many Nangong members also rushed over. Among them, a beautiful woman in black walked in front, with an unspeakable anxiety on her pretty face.
Nangong Hao’s mother, Chen Xiuli.
However, Nangong Xiong did not show up.
Chen Xiuli soon appeared at the center of the incident. When she saw Nangong Hao with a bloody head and Ye Fan with his hands behind his back, his face sank.
"Haohao, what's going on?"
"Why is your head bleeding? There are still slap marks on your face?"
