Knowing that Ye Fan could completely crush him, Zhao Hongguang temporarily accepted his fate.
For him, who has many children, there is no doubt whether he will protect the adults or the children.
So he decisively threw Zhao Xiaoyue downstairs and gave up the idea of finding Zhao Dongyang.
When Ye Fan walked out of the teahouse, he saw many passers-by surrounding Zhao Xiaoyue who had fallen from the building. They were full of excitement and wanted to find out what happened.
Countless people were surprised that she jumped from the building, and countless people lamented the death of such a beautiful person.
Ye Fan took another look and happened to catch Zhao Xiaoyue's hateful eyes, full of anger, unwillingness and aggrievedness, as if he wanted to cut Ye Fan into pieces with a thousand knives.
Ye Fan smiled faintly and turned around to leave. The hatred of a dead person is meaningless.
"Woo——"
He had just walked more than ten meters when a black Audi parked beside him. The door opened and Yang Yaodong got out with a kind smile on his face:
"Brother Ye, are you free today?"
Ye Fan slapped his head: "Treat Mr. Yang?"
The last time he challenged Nangong Chun, Yang Yaodong told Ye Fan that he would ask him to treat Yang Baoguo in a few days, so Ye Fan remembered him when he saw him.
Yang Yaodong smiled and nodded:
"I'm really sorry. Unless the old man's condition is getting worse, Yaodong wouldn't dare bother me now."
He knew that Ye Fan had been very busy recently and was busy with a lot of things. He had also heard about Tang Ruoxue, so he felt a little embarrassed to ask Ye Fan for treatment at this time.
"Yang Ting said this and went out of his way."
Ye Fan quickly got into the car: "It is my duty to save lives and heal the wounded, not to mention you and I are both brothers."
Yang Yaodong was very moved: "With these words from my brother, I feel relieved."
He sat next to Ye Fan and asked the driver to go straight to Yang Baoguo's health resort.
Almost as soon as the car left, Zhao Hongguang appeared on the spot. Looking at the familiar license plate, his frown deepened.
He never thought that with the support of Ye Fan and the Yang family, he would have to swallow the loss last night, unless the master and the others came to Zhonghai one day...
"Brother, Zhao Hongguang is not an ordinary person."
On the way forward, Yang Yaodong glanced at the rearview mirror, passed Zhao Hongguang's figure and smiled:
"Not only is he worth billions and a popular entrepreneur, he is also well-connected and ruthless. He is also closely related to Ba Jian."
Due to his official style, he did not say the second half of what he said, but just gave Ye Fan a playful reminder.
Ye Fan smiled: "Who is this Ba Jian?"
"Ba Jian is one of the top ten killers in China."
Yang Yaodong sat up straight and told: "He became famous in the world forty years ago. His swordsmanship is fast and ruthless. It is said that he rarely uses a second move to kill people."
"He debuted at the age of sixteen and became famous at the age of eighteen. He has carried out one hundred and eight missions, and none of his targets survived."
"At the age of fifty, he also defeated the tenth killer on the killer list and became one of the top ten killers in China."
"After Ba Jian squeezed into the top ten of the killer list, he didn't show up much in the world. I haven't heard anything from him for several years."
"But the four disciples under him are very active."
"Their names are Zhui Feng, Ji Dian, Xu Yu, and Tian Lei. They are also popular figures in the killer world. They are estimated to be in the top fifty on the killer list."
"It's unclear how Zhao Hongguang is involved with Ba Jian, but he is indeed Ba Jian's close disciple and has learned Ba Jian's unique move."
Ye Fan thought of that one move that cut mountains and rivers with one sword.
Yang Yaodong smiled playfully: "He suffered a loss this time, maybe he will bring out the Ba Jian."
Ye Fan looked forward:
"Soldiers are coming to block him, and water is coming to cover him up. But if Zhao Hongguang doesn't want to die, it's better not to become a monster. He won't have a second chance to survive."
Although the Ba Sword was powerful, Ye Fan was not afraid at all. He even felt a little eager to try it, wanting to see whose sword was faster.
Yang Yaodong patted Ye Fan on the shoulder: "Be careful."
Ye Fan nodded: "Don't worry, Yang Ting, I'm measured."
Yang Yaodong's car didn't drive very fast. Half an hour later, it drove into a magnificent villa.
The villa is located on a mountain peak 600 meters above sea level. The name is very tacky, called Spring, but everyone who knows it knows that it is of great significance.
Spring Villa is an old villa area, with a total of thirty-six buildings. It has been established for more than thirty years, which is seven or eight years older than the Tang Family Villa.
Therefore, the villa is not only old, but also has a sense of vicissitudes of life.
It's just that the location of the villa is quite good, well hidden from the wind and water, and the transportation is convenient. It only takes 15 minutes to drive to Yanjiang Park or the city center.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes. He knew that this was the place where the first generation of powerful people in Zhonghai lived. Anyone from any family who came out would be a big shot.
As the car drove by, Ye Fan caught a few familiar faces, all of whom he had seen on the news.
Although he is old, his status and energy have not diminished.
Three minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of Villa No. 1, which is also the highest villa in the entire villa and has the best view.
The car door opened, and Ye Fan and Yang Yaodong got out.
This is a small Su-style courtyard that occupies a very large area, with blue bricks and black tiles, and is surrounded by bamboo forests. It is very artistic.
There were still several uniformed men with guns and ammunition standing at the door.
"Brother, please come this way."
Yang Yaodong said hello to the guard, and then took Ye Fan into the small courtyard.
The small courtyard is not wide, but very deep. Ye Fan followed Yang Yaodong up the stairs, passed through the stone pavilion, crossed the bridge and climbed the corridor, and stopped after connecting to the triple courtyard gate.
This is a large back garden, with a five-meter-high pavilion at the end, built on a cliff, which is extremely precipitous.
When the mountain wind blows, it is extremely biting.
At this moment, in the huge pavilion, a person stood in the middle with his hands behind his back.
He didn't have any jewelry on his body, his body was as straight as a javelin, as majestic as a mountain, and his pale hair was neat and orderly on the top of his head.
Without even seeing the outline of his facial features, he already has an arrogant and arrogant air.
There is no doubt that this is Yang Baoguo.
Ye Fan secretly exclaimed, he is worthy of being the leader of Zhonghai City, and his momentum is far beyond that of Yang Yaodong and the others.
"Dad, Doctor Ye is here."
When Yang Yaodong saw his father, he became very respectful.
Ye Fan also took a step forward: "Junior Ye Fan, I have met Mr. Yang..."
Before Ye Fan could finish his words, Yang Baoguo's majestic and deep voice came:
"Ye Fan, your medical skills are not good."
Ye Fan was startled: "My medical skills are not good?"
Yang Yaodong's eyelids twitched: "Dad, Ye Fan's medical skills are very good..."
Yang Baoguo turned around like a whirlwind and said coldly:
"If you do things that leave consequences, if you cut the grass without eradicating the roots, how can your medical skills be so great?"
Ye Fan finally faced the number one person in Zhonghai.
It was a face with Chinese characters that was calm but powerful. No matter the eyes, mouth, nose, or even the white hair, there was a raging aura hidden in it.
The frost on Yang Baoguo's temples did not show signs of aging at all. Instead, it gave him the aristocratic air of a famous family, and at the same time it was not lacking in intimidating aura.
At this moment, he stared at Ye Fan and his voice sank again:
