No one thought that Ye Fan would put forward such a condition.
Extremely shameless and arrogant conditions.
Luo Yunyun is not only a national teacher respected by everyone in the Vatican Kingdom, but also represents a certain face of the Vatican Kingdom.
She is no less important than Vandance, whose legs were cut off.
Ye Fan's request was so evil. It was a slap in the face of the Brahma Kingdom, and it also tarnished the goddess in their hearts.
How can a Brahma not be angry?
At that moment, he straightened up with a crash and pressed towards Ye Fan with murderous intent.
"Ye Fan, do you know what you are talking about?"
Fan Bapeng was even stabbed with a fire stick, and rushed to Ye Fan and roared:
"We want to redeem Vandance, but that doesn't mean we are weak, nor does it mean you can open your mouth like a lion."
"How dare you say such a thing if you want to leave the imperial master behind?"
"You are provoking the authority of the Vatican and our dignity."
"Who do you think you are, daring to blaspheme the Imperial Master so wantonly?"
"Let me tell you, the Imperial Master is sacred and inviolable. If you dare to treat him lightly, this prince will fight you to the death."
His eyes were extremely blood-red, as if they were burning with raging fire and were about to devour Mark.
The other Brahma people were also breathing rapidly and clenching their fists, ready to fight with Ye Fan at any time.
There is no doubt that Ye Fan offending Luo Yunyun made them more angry than breaking Fandansi's legs.
Luo Yunyun was not angry, but looked at Mark with innocent eyes.
She is as pitiful as a little sheep, inspiring men's desire to protect and compete.
This also made Fan Bapeng even more hostile to Ye Fan because his beloved woman was being robbed.
"Tsk, Eighth Prince, why are you so angry?"
Ye Fan smiled without any fear: "Didn't you ask me to make conditions?"
"What's wrong if I want the Imperial Master to be replaced by Fandansi?"
"Isn't a national master with a foreign surname still inferior to your elder brother Fandansi?"
"Or have you never thought about taking Fandansi back?"
"Or, maybe Master Luo is the Eighth Prince's untouchable reverse scale?"
Ye Fan said a few words lightly, but it put a layer of eye candy on the relationship between Fan Bapeng and Fan Dansi.
He also got close to Luo Yunyun and sniffed her gently, feeling the lavender scent on her body and the heat of her body.
"Thank you, Mr. Ye, for your love. But my broken body is not as valuable as the eldest prince."
Luo Yunyun chuckled: "If you trade me for the eldest prince, Master Ye will suffer a big loss."
She chuckled and walked around Mark.
The way she walked gave people a sense of nobility and dignity, but there was also an indescribable sense of licentiousness in her bones.
This contrast is very tempting.
"Really? That means the Eighth Prince regards the Imperial Master as Ni Lin?"
Ye Fan looked at Luo Yunyun playfully: "Otherwise, why wouldn't I let your broken body be replaced by the eldest prince?"
"you--"
Fan Bapeng was furious: "I am very innocent with the Imperial Master, and I am also very close to my eldest brother."
"They are equally important to me. Don't sow discord with me."
"I'm just angry that the conditions you set are too outrageous and unfair."
He stared at Ye Fan with sharp eyes and shouted: "You can make other conditions, but you can't ask the Imperial Master to stay."
"Okay, I don't want the Imperial Master to stay."
Ye Fan was very happy: "Then the eighth prince, come and replace Vandance."
"You cut off your arm in front of me, and I will ask the imperial master to take Vandance away."
"Isn't this condition harsh?"
"Don't say that Fandansi's life and the reputation of the national master are not as good as one of your arms."
Ye Fan simply defeated Fan Bapeng's army.
"you--"
Fan Bapeng almost vomited blood.
He never expected that Mark would be so difficult to deal with and would always block him with words.
And he even used his broken arm to put himself on stage.
"Young Master Ye, there is no need to spill blood and hurt your kindness in terms of redemption. You can make some gentle demands."
Luo Yunyun took a step forward and looked at Ye Fan and smiled softly: "After all, leave everything on the line so that we can meet again in the future."
She glanced at Ye Fan with fleeting eyes, filled with infinite charm.
"Hahaha, I will be gentler when the national teacher exits."
Ye Fan took Luo Yunyun's soft and boneless palm again and smiled: "Fifty billion, take the person away."
"What? Fifty billion?"
Before Luo Yunyun could respond, Fan Bapeng screamed again:
"Are you trying to steal money?"
"We have closed down the Vatican Medical College and there are 13,000 Vatican doctors. The losses have already amounted to tens of billions."
"You still want us to give 50 billion to replace people. This is making the Brahma Kingdom jump into the fire pit of 100 billion."
"Do you know what one hundred billion means?"
"I only get one billion dividends a year, and one hundred billion is enough for me to spend a hundred years."
"This is almost the financial expenditure allocated by the Vatican Kingdom to thousands of royal family members for one year."
Fan Bapeng was very angry and Ye Fan's lion opened his mouth: "If it's 50 billion, you might as well grab it."
The other Brahma people also stared at Ye Fan angrily, thinking that this kid was too cruel.
"What? This doesn't work either?"
Ye Fan stared at Fan Bapeng with a straight face, and his voice was fierce:
"Eighth Prince, you said you are sincere in redeeming Vandance, but why can't I see any sincerity?"
"I can't keep the Imperial Master here, I can't cut off one of your hands, and even fifty billion is too much."
"What price do you think of Vandens?"
"If you don't want to redeem yourself in your heart, and today's mobilization of troops is just perfunctory, then there is no need for us to talk anymore."
"You have time to show off, but I don't have time to play house with you."
"There are hundreds of patients out there who have been harmed by you, waiting for my treatment."
Ye Fan waved his hand impatiently: "Come, let's see you off!"
"Ye Fan, this is because you are messing around, not because we are insincere."
Fan Bapeng said angrily: "50 billion in exchange for Fandansi, don't you think it's too much?"
"Of course not too much!"
Ye Fan hummed without comment:
"As long as the people I care about, let alone 50 billion, even 100 billion, I will not hesitate."
"For example, if you dig out your eyes, I will give you 100 billion, will you dig them out?"
"Don't worry, I always stick to my word. As long as you dig it out, I will give you 100 billion immediately."
Ye Fan gave Fan Bapeng another army: "The national masters and the others can all testify!"
Fan Bapeng's face changed drastically, and he swallowed the words on his lips.
"Look, if you don't say anything, you won't dig."
Ye Fan sneered: "Doesn't this mean that I can't buy the things you care about with 100 billion?"
"This also shows that you won't pay 50 billion for something you don't care about."
"Although Fandansi has broken both legs, in my heart, he is still worth 50 billion."
"This is also my minimum condition."
"If you don't want to pay this money, then go back to where you came from. Don't waste my time."
Ye Fan waved again: "Send off guests!"
"Doctor Ye, it's not that the eldest prince is not worth 50 billion, it's just that our finances are a bit difficult."
Luo Yunyun smiled in a delicate voice that could drip water: "I hope Mark can understand us and give us a friendship price..."
"National Master, although you are very charming and I like talking to you, what I just said is my bottom line."
Ye Fan interrupted Luo Yunyun this time:
"Either the Imperial Master stays with me, or the Eighth Prince cuts off his arm, or 50 billion."
"If you want to take Fandans back, you must choose one of three conditions."
"There is no need to persuade me, Imperial Master. You go back and think about it carefully."
He also put a black windbreaker on Luo Yunyun:
"It's very cold in Longdu, so the Imperial Master should put on an extra layer of clothes."
Such thoughtful care made Fan Bapeng unable to stop clenching his fists.
Ye Fan didn't pay attention, smiled, lay back on the bench, closed his eyes and rested.
"National Preceptor, Prince."
Yang Hongxing smiled and saw off the guests playfully: "Young Master Ye, the conditions have been met. You can go back and consider it."
Fan Bapeng looked ugly and wanted to speak again, but Luo Yunyun shook his head gently to stop him.
Then, Luo Yunyun leaned close to Ye Fan's ear, smiled seductively and exhaled like a orchid:
"Okay, let's go back and consider Young Master Ye's conditions."
"I will ask Mr. Ye to have dinner with me another day."
"I think we will not let Mr. Ye down."
She saw that Ye Fan had made up his mind, so she stopped admonishing him and turned around and left with the others.
