Amidst the screams of the charming women, Ye Fan flashed his dagger again and struck with thunder, nailing Zheng Junqing's palm on the table to the table.
The blade pierced the palm of the hand and penetrated the table. The two were directly connected together, and a stream of blood spattered, making everyone's expressions stagnant.
Zheng Junqing screamed again: "Ah——"
The beautiful woman instinctively trembled with fear.
Zheng Shengzhuang opened her mouth wide and forgot to shout.
Zheng Junqing looked at the drink dripping from his head, and then looked at the flesh and blood hole that suddenly appeared on his palm. He even forgot about the pain.
He couldn't accept the reality at all. He didn't expect that Ye Fan would dare to use the knife and directly destroy one of his hands.
"Whoosh!"
Ye Fan didn't give everyone time to react, and flashed his left hand again.
He grabbed a fruit knife on the table, dropped it again, and ruthlessly pinned Zheng Junqing's other hand to the table as he was about to pull out the knife.
The fruit knife once again pierced a line of blood, staining the table shockingly.
The beautiful women almost fell to the ground.
Zheng Junqing gritted his teeth, but in the end he couldn't help but scream: "Ah——"
"Ye Fan!"
Zheng Shengzhuang couldn't stop shouting angrily, then grabbed a gun and was about to shoot when she saw Ye Fan wave his right hand.
Half of the cigar burned her hand, causing her wrist to flick, and the gun fell to the ground with a thud.
"You have plotted against me so many times with just one wine bottle and two hands. Isn't that too much?"
Before Zheng's bodyguards came up roaring, Ye Fan pulled out the dagger and put it on Zheng Junqing's neck as a threat.
Zheng Shengzhuang and the others were furious and shouted at Ye Fan to let him go.
Zheng Junqing was also very aggrieved and angry.
He was not so vulnerable, but he didn't expect Mark to be so careless and give him a thunderous blow in front of everyone.
He vowed to make Ye Fan pay for his debt with blood.
A person of his status cannot be bullied by Ye Fan.
The beautiful women were so angry that Ye Fan had no right to hurt Zheng Junqing.
Zheng Junqing gritted his teeth and shouted: "Ye Fan, have you thought about the consequences?"
Ye Fan smiled noncommittally:
"If I come here, what consequences do you think I will care about?"
"It's you, but you have to tell me one more thing, otherwise the consequences will be serious."
He looked at Zheng Junqing and asked, "Where is Ling Qianshui?"
"Who is acting wild here? Who touches my nephew?"
At this moment, the wooden door was kicked open again.
More than a dozen men who looked like wolves and tigers swarmed in, each of them armed with guns and ammunition and full of murderous intent.
Then, a round-faced man, a fashionable girl, and a bald man in uniform walked up from behind.
Zheng Shengzhuang looked over and her face instantly became ecstatic:
A man with a round face, the fourth uncle of the Zheng family, Zheng Qiankun.
Fashion girl, Miss Zheng Jiaqi, Zheng Siyue.
There is also a bald man, Yuan Yifan, deputy director of Nanling Police Station.
Seeing them appear, Dean Huang and the charming woman also became excited. The backbone is here, and Ye Fan is guaranteed to be finished today.
Zheng Shengzhuang stepped forward and briefly stated a few words. Zheng Qiankun and the others' faces quickly turned gloomy.
Zheng Junqing regained his breath: "Fourth uncle..."
But even though he maintained his demeanor, he still felt aggrieved, which made Zheng Qiankun's eyes turn red instantly.
His brows were twitching frequently, and although he didn't speak, everyone could see that he wanted to kill someone at this moment.
"Okay, you are brave and courageous enough to touch my Zheng family."
Arriving in front of Ye Fan and Zheng Junqing, Zheng Qiankun stared at Ye Fan and smiled angrily:
"I have lived for decades, and this is the first time I have seen someone as arrogant as you."
Deputy Director Yuan also stared at Ye Fan fiercely, sneering at the other person's ignorance.
Ye Fan smiled noncommittally: "Mr. Zheng didn't ask why I did this?"
"No need to ask, no need to ask, and no need to ask."
Zheng Qiankun's voice deepened: "I tell you, you have to pay with your life for the humiliation my nephew suffered today."
Ye Fan said calmly: "If you are unreasonable, you are still lawless?"
"I am the Dharma, I am the Heaven."
Zheng Qiankun didn't care at all that his nephew was kidnapped, and remained strong as always:
"Lao Yuan, arrest him and kill him on the spot if he dares to resist."
"If you dare to bury my nephew with me, I will pay with the life of his whole family."
He, Zheng Qiankun, never likes to be threatened, let alone an ignorant boy like Ye Fan.
"Take it!"
Deputy Yuan didn't say anything nonsense. He gave the order and a dozen uniformed men immediately surrounded him.
Zheng Siyue also pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ye Fanjiao and shouted: "Let my brother go."
Ye Fan looked at Zheng Junqing and said calmly: "He hasn't told me where Ling Qianshui is yet?"
"Silly, are you still pretending at this time?"
Zheng Junqing sneered: "You can't save your life, but you are still thinking about Ling Qianshui?"
Ye Fan said calmly: "She must die. If you don't tell her, you may die too."
Zheng Siyue was very dissatisfied with Ye Fan's calmness, and shouted angrily: "Shameless little boy, you still want to jump around when you are about to die?"
She wished she could kill Ye Fan with one shot.
"Whoosh——"
Ye Fan sank his dagger, and a huge killing intent emerged.
Zheng Junqing trembled, feeling murderous intent.
Ye Fan said indifferently: "Master Zheng, do you have to go all the way to the dark side?"
Zheng Junqing shuddered and spoke with difficulty:
"I said, I said, she is at Linjiang Villa and will go to Yangguo at one o'clock in the morning."
He suddenly figured it out. Although it would be embarrassing to reveal Ling Qianshui's whereabouts, it was nothing compared to his own life.
Besides, Ye Fan couldn't even get out of the Royal Court Hotel, let alone think about taking revenge on Ling Qianshui.
After hearing the whereabouts of Ling Qianshui, Ye Fan took out his mobile phone and texted: "Very good..."
"boom--"
At this moment, Zheng Siyue suddenly pulled the trigger and shot Ye Fan in the shoulder.
A stream of blood spurted out, making Ye Fan tremble and the dagger subconsciously dropped.
Then, a group of uniformed men swarmed up and directly held Ye Fan down.
Ye Fan didn't take action. It wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but he really didn't have much strength at the moment.
Moreover, the dull old man has been standing behind Zheng Qiankun and staring at him.
