Go call someone?
Huang Zhendong's face was full of grief and anger, he was really bullied today.
His heart is very difficult and suffocating.
But he understands, says nonsense more loss of face.
So Huang Zhendong held back the pain and took out the phone and said, "Kid, wait!"
He is going to call someone, he wants to get back this justice.
Yang Qian Qian and the girls were shocked, but they also looked at Ye Fan like a fool.
If Ye Fan is able to fight, he can beat 15 of them, but can he beat 50? Five hundred?
Yuan Jing also turned from surprise to teasing, not knowing how to advance and retreat, reckless and impulsive, a lifetime is destined to be a small person.
Ye Fan ignored Huang Zhendong and the others, just standing in place and running the "Taiji Sutra".
In addition to his need to recover his energy and strength as soon as possible, there was also the suppression of the cruelty and killing intent inside.
He felt that the fire he had suppressed in the morning was burning again.
If he didn't let out this fire, it would seriously burn him.
"Woo-"
As Ye Fan's thoughts were turning, the Four Seas building boiled up again, and two dozen fierce men rushed out dragging steel pipes.
Then, eight vans also came from the street.
Huang Zhendong called back all the cadres working outside.
Car doors open, and out of more than seventy four sea fighters, not a big waist, but full of hostility, a look at the vicious fighters.
They did not say a word and took out gloves and masks to put on.
Then, they dragged out several large boxes from the carriage, thrown on the ground, open, all titanium alloy batons.
Professional, ruthless.
Yang Qian Qian and the girls once again sneered and waited to see Ye Fan's bad luck.
The surrounding stores hastily closed, the bold dare to sneak a look at the gang of ruthless people, and the less courageous simply hide.
Huang Zhendong saw the reinforcements came, immediately bottomed out, finger point Ye Fan roared.
"Brothers, abolish this kid ..."
More than one hundred people surrounded Ye Fan.
"Whoosh--"
Ye Fan did not have any nonsense at all, his body crashed out like a cannonball, instantly overturning Huang Zhendong who was pointing his finger.
"Ouch--"
Huang Zhendong directly fell out and knocked over a dozen people, in a great mess.
Dozens of fighters first stalled and then roared in anger at the same time.
"Kill--"
They waved their flinging sticks and rushed towards Ye Fan.
Ye Fan recoiled and pounced.
Although there were dozens of people on the other side, Ye Fan was fearless and ran the Taiji Sutra.
One against ten.
Several of the fighters who rushed in front of him found themselves flying into midair before their flinging sticks touched Ye Fan's body, followed only by great pain.
They landed with a bang!
Broken ribs.
Ye Fan is extremely fast, a distance of a dozen meters, in a flash.
A short flight.
Ye Fan seized a stick, like a meteor swing.
"Bang Bang Bang--"
The six beaters' heads hurt and fell to the ground with miserable screams.
Blood flowed from their foreheads.
Ye Fan did not stop, his body turned and swept at a dozen people.
It was fast and vicious.
"Ah..."
There was another series of miserable screams all around.
A dozen beaters covered their broken hands and retreated, and all the flinging sticks fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty people were abolished, showing Ye Fan's brawny.
Huang Zhendong was in a trance, he was at the scene, but he didn't see how people were striking.
He began to feel that Ye Fan was a bit evil.
No one expected that Ye Fan was so powerful that he knocked down the charging fighters with a few sticks.
Yuan Jing muttered, "How could this happen?"
In her opinion, Ye Fan must have lost today, even if he could beat ten and twenty people, he couldn't beat a hundred people.
But now the situation, Ye Fan really defeated a hundred with one.
When did Ye Fan become so powerful?
This ex-boyfriend who used to kneel in front of her begging to borrow 100,000 seems to be going all the way backward, to grow to a point where she can't even reach.
She couldn't accept it.
"Continue!"
Two dozen people were put down on the ground, Ye Fan did not rejoice and excitement, just hooked a finger to Huang Zhendong.
Huang Zhendong could not rebuke angrily, "Go!"
The words fell, and several dozen more people rushed over.
"Bang!"
Amidst the undisguised shock of the crowd, Ye Fan moved his feet and swayed his body, kicking one person seven or eight meters away.
Then came another overhead kick, and his opponent fell and flew like a winter melon.
After that, Ye Fan rushed into the crowd and waved the throwing stick.
Huang Zhendong and the others could not see the shadow of the bat.
What their eyes saw was a light flying around Ye Fan, like a silver snake dancing wildly, like a giant dragon roaring.
The sound of screams and panic soon became the main melody.
The scene was very chaotic.
No one expected that dozens of fierce people still could not overpower Ye Fan.
The twenty or so fighters who rushed up were once again knocked to the ground by Ye Fan.
Each one of them either had a broken hand or a broken leg or a blown head.
The last afterglow of the setting sun pulled out a beautiful arc of Ye Fan's body.
Yuan Jing looked slightly dazed, and her heart became more and more uncomfortable.
No, no, I do not accept ...
"Dang--"
At this time, the flinging stick reached forward to frame the seven smashing steel pipes, and Ye Fan then kicked out.
"Bang!"
Eight people fell to the open ground with a bang!
Unbeatable!
Ye Fan looked at the remaining fighters and sneered.
"Continue!"
The cold and impersonal words hit Huang Zhendong and his men's hearts hard.
After years of rampant bullying, they now had the intention to collapse.
Huang Zhendong clenched his teeth: "Go!"
More than fifty people roared and charged.
Ye Fan met up, throwing his stick like a shuttle breaking the waves, and wherever he passed, the waves turned over and disappeared.
There was no stopping the screams.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan passed through the camp of more than fifty people.
There were screams, injuries, and stunned people, one against one hundred!
After Ye Fan kicked the last fighter, he slowly walked towards Huang Zhendong who looked ugly.
"Continue ..."
Hearing these two words, Huang Zhendong and the others instantly collapsed.
"Go, go ... don't come over."
Huang Zhendong reprimanded the fighters to get up and continue the charge while trembling and backing up, while still issuing a warning to Ye Fan:
"You do not come over, do not come over ..."
Huang Zhendong at this point four parts fear, three parts aggression, three parts pain, and not one part defiance.
No one struggled to get up to protect Huang Zhendong, in addition to the fact that many people lost their fighting ability, the most important thing is that Ye Fan is simply the devil ...
This kid, it's ... just too scary.
"No nonsense, call people, continue to call people."
At this moment, Ye Fan walked to Huang Zhendong: "Call the most powerful people to come ..."
Huang Zhendong's face was green, but still gritted his teeth and made another call.
It didn't take long for another dozen cars to drive up, and more than a hundred gang members came.
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense and fucked them over again.
"Call people, keep calling people ..."
Ye Fan slapped Huang Zhendong's face.
Huang Zhendong trembled and called people with his fingers.
Soon, more than two hundred more fighters came, only with more fragile combat power.
Ye Fan beat these people down without any suspense.
Five hundred people now ...
"Bang!"
When Ye Fan kicked down Huang Zhendong once again, the sound of falling to the ground hit Huang Dongqiang and the others' hearts fiercely.
Yang Qianqian and others were heartbroken that Huang Zhendong, whom they worshiped, was so unbearable in Ye Fan's hands.
Ye Fan, the hanger-on they despised, seemed to be stepping on top of their heads at the moment, looking down on them.
As for Yuan Jing, her mood was even more complicated.
This battle.
It was like a million humiliations, gathered in one heart, the kind of anger that originated from the depths of emotions as if a bear fire to devour her.
He was so simple and brutal, making her lose her face and be defeated.
She did not know how to describe her feelings.
Stifled is certainly the majority, but also stunning, but the more stunning, the more uncomfortable she was in her heart.
In the end, she could only curl her hands, her veins jumping.
Even if you can fight and what can you do, can you fight to achieve something?
Now what age is it, even if you are good at it, you can't beat a gun.
But the more she thought this way, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart, especially when she saw the adoring gaze of her female companion, her heart was even more uncomfortable.
Huang Dongqiang is also constantly repeating: "This is not possible! This can't be ..."
In front of the open space, Ye Fan stepped on Huang Zhendong.
"Call people, keep calling people!"
"Big brother, there's no one ..."
Huang Zhendong had a crying face: "There's really no one."
He had already called all the elites of the Chamber of Commerce, the rest were all untalented gangsters, even if they came more, they would only be ravaged.
Who else could he call?
Who else could he call?
Do you want to call Mr. Du?
If Mr. Du knew that the entire Chamber of Commerce had been picked on, he would have shot Huang Zhendong first.
Ye Fan drank to Huang Zhendong and said.
"The Four Seas Chamber of Commerce has only 500 generals? Is this the only combat strength?"
"You guys have let me down too much, too sorry for Mr. Du."
Ye Fan hated iron, "Get the phone, call, call Mr. Du."
Deceiving people too much, deceiving people too much.
Huang Zhendong was about to cry, his world was not like this, and his perception was not in this situation.
In the next moment, he bent his legs and knelt in front of Ye Fan:
"Big brother, big brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong."
"I kowtow to you and apologize, just give me a chance ..."
He cried out in pain, "I won't dare to offend you again."
"Two million, no, ten million, I'll give it to you ..."