to call someone?
Huang Zhendong's face was full of grief and anger, and he was really bullied at home today.
He was very sad and aggrieved.
But he knew that it would be a shame to talk nonsense.
So Huang Zhendong endured the pain and took out the phone and shouted, "Boy, wait."
He was going to call someone, and he wanted to get this justice back.
While Yang Qianqian and the others were shocked, they also looked at Ye Fan like a fool.
If it doesn't look good, then accept it or take the opportunity to run away, and continue to challenge the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce.
If Ye Fan can fight again, can he win fifteen, or fifty? Five hundred?
Yuan Jing also changed from being surprised to joking. She didn't know how to advance or retreat, she was reckless and impulsive, and she was destined to be a small person all her life.
Ye Fan ignored Huang Zhendong and the others, and just stood there and kept running the "Tai Chi Jing".
In addition to his need to recover his energy and physical strength as soon as possible, there is also the need to suppress the cruelty and killing intent in his heart.
He felt that the fire that had been suppressed in the morning was burning again.
If you don't vent this fire, you're going to burn yourself badly.
Could it be that there are too few white awns, and the yin and yang are out of balance, making you change?
"Woo-"
As Ye Fan's thoughts turned, the Sihai Building boiled again, and the twentysomething sturdy men rushed out dragging the steel pipe.
Then, the street also drove eight vans.
Huang Zhendong also called back all the backbones working outside.
The car door opened, and more than seventy thugs from all over the world emerged. They were not big-bodied, but their faces were full of anger.
Without a word, they took out gloves and masks and put them on.
Then, they dragged out several large boxes from the carriage, threw them on the ground, and opened them, all of which were made of titanium alloy sticks.
One for each person, slap in the palm of the hand, and make a snapping sound.
Professional and cruel.
Yang Qianqian and the others sneered again and waited to see Ye Fan's bad luck.
In their perception, Ye Fan shouldn't be so arrogant.
The small business and hawker hurriedly closed the door, the bolder dared to sneak a glance at these ruthless people, and the timid ones simply hid, fearing that it would bring disaster to Chiyu.
When Huang Zhendong saw the reinforcements coming, he was full of confidence and pointed his finger at Ye Fan and shouted:
"Brothers, abolish this kid..."
More than a hundred people surrounded Ye Fan.
"Whoosh-"
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense at all, his body slammed out like a cannonball, instantly overturning Huang Zhendong, who was pointing fingers.
"
Ouch—" Huang Zhendong flew out directly, knocking over a dozen people and falling to the ground, in an indescribable embarrassment.
Dozens of thugs froze for a while, then roared at the same time.
"Kill—"
They waved the stick and rushed towards Ye Fan.
Ye Fan fought back.
Although there were dozens of people on the other side, Ye Fan was unafraid, and the "Tai Chi Jing" that was running was constantly growing.
One to ten.
Several thugs rushing in front, before the sticks touched Ye Fan's body, found themselves flying into the air, and then it was a huge pain.
Fall to the ground!
Ribs are broken.
Ye Fan's speed is extremely fast, and the distance of more than ten meters will come in an instant.
Hand in hand.
Ye Fan grabbed a stick and waved it like a meteor.
The wind blew up, as fast as lightning.
"Bang Bang Bang——" The
six thugs fell to the ground screaming in pain.
Blood flowed from his forehead.
Ye Fan did not stagnate, turned around and swept over a dozen people.
Fast and hard.
"Ah—"
There was another series of screams around.
More than a dozen thugs backed up with their broken hands covered, and all the throwing sticks fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, more than 20 people were abolished, showing Ye Fan's sturdiness.
Huang Zhendong was in a trance. People were at the scene, but he didn't see how they shot.
He began to feel that Ye Fan was a little evil.
Yang Qianqian and the others were similarly surprised. They thought that Ye Fan would be submerged, and even if he didn't die, his skin would peel off.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan was so fierce that he overthrew the charging thug with a few sticks.
"How could this be?"
Yuan Jing murmured to herself: "How could this be?"
In her opinion, Ye Fan must have lost his entire body today. Even if he can win ten people and twenty people, he can't win a hundred people. .
But in the current situation, Ye Fan is really against a hundred.
When did Ye Fan become so powerful?
This ex-boyfriend who once knelt in front of her and begged for a loan of 100,000 seemed to be counterattacking all the way, to grow to a point where none of her could match.
She can't accept it.
"Continue!"
More than two dozen people were thrown to the ground, Ye Fan was not happy or excited, but just hooked his finger to Huang Zhendong.
Huang Zhendong was furious: "Go!" The
voice fell, and dozens of people rushed over.
"Bang!"
In the undisguised shock of everyone, Ye Fan moved his footsteps, shook his body, and kicked one person seven or eight meters away.
Then came another volley kick, and the opponent fell like a winter melon.
Then, Ye Fan rushed into the crowd and waved his stick.
Huang Zhendong and the others couldn't see the shadow of the stick at all.
What they saw in their eyes was a ray of light flying around Ye Fan, like a silver snake dancing wildly, like a giant dragon taking off.
The screams and panic soon became the main melody.
The scene is as chaotic as it is.
No one would have expected that dozens of fierce people still couldn't hold down one person.
The more than 20 thugs who rushed up were knocked to the ground by Ye Fan again.
One by one is either a broken hand or a broken head or a blossoming head.
The last rays of the setting sun pulled Ye Fan's body into a beautiful arc.
Yuan Jing's expression was slightly dazed, and her heart became more and more uncomfortable.
No, no, I don't accept...
"
When—" At this moment, the throwing stick stretched forward to hold the steel pipes that were smashed down by the seven poles, and Ye Fan then spun out with one foot.
"Bang!" The
eight people crashed into the air!
Unrivaled!
Ye Fan looked at the remaining thugs and sneered:
"Continue!" The
indifferent and impersonal voice slammed into Huang Zhendong's hearts.
They have been domineering for many years, and now they have the meaning of collapse.
Huang Zhendong gritted his teeth: "Go!"
More than fifty people roared and charged.
Ye Fan greeted him, throwing his stick like a shuttle breaking the waves, and wherever he passed, the waves disappeared.
The screams didn't stop.
In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan passed through the camp of more than fifty people.
Behind him is a four-sea warrior with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
One screams, one is injured, one is stunned, and it is not a myth that one fights a hundred.
After Ye Fan kicked the last thug, he slowly walked towards Huang Zhendong with an ugly face:
"Continue..."
Hearing these two words, Huang Zhendong and the others collapsed instantly.
"Go, go...don't come here."
Huang Zhendong yelled at the thugs for getting up and continuing to charge, trembling and backing away, and at the same time warning Ye Fan:
"Don't come over, don't come over..."
Huang Zhendong was terrified at this time . , Three points of grievance, three points of pain, not one point of dissatisfaction.
No one struggled to protect Huang Zhendong, except that many people lost their ability to fight, the most important thing is that Ye Fan is simply a devil...
This kid, it is... really terrible.
"Don't talk nonsense, call someone, keep calling someone."
At this time, Ye Fan walked up to Huang Zhendong: "Call the most powerful, the most arrogant person..."
Huang Zhendong's face turned green, but he still gritted his teeth. Make a call.
It didn't take long for more than a dozen cars to drive, and more than 100 foreign cousins came.
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, and his aura turned them to the ground again.
"Call someone, keep calling someone..."
Ye Fan slapped Huang Zhendong's face.
Huang Zhendong called someone with trembling fingers.
Soon, more than 200 thugs came, but their combat power was even more fragile.
Ye Fan beat these people without any suspense.
Five hundred people...
"Bang!"
When Ye Fan kicked Huang Zhendong again, the sound of falling to the ground slammed into the hearts of Huang Dongqiang and others.
Yang Qianqian and the others were all heartbroken. The big man Huang Zhendong they admired was so unbearable in Ye Fan's hands.
Ye Fan, the hanging silk they looked down on, seemed to be stepping on top of their heads at the moment, looking down at them.
As for Yuan Jing, her mood was even more complicated.
this battle.
It was tantamount to all kinds of humiliation, gathered together, the anger that came from the depths of emotion, like a raging fire that would swallow her up.
Ye Fan, who has always been overlooked by himself.
It was so simple and rude that she lost all face and suffered a crushing defeat.
She didn't know how to describe her mood.
Of course, most of them were aggrieved, but there were also surprises, but the more amazing they were, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart.
In the end, she could only curl up with her hands, her veins throbbing violently:
what if you can fight, can you achieve something?
What age is it now, no matter how good you are, you can't beat a gun.
It's just that the more she thinks like this, the more uncomfortable she feels in her heart, especially when she sees the admiration of her female companion, she feels more uncomfortable.
Huang Dongqiang also kept repeating: "It's impossible! It's impossible..."
In front of the open space, Ye Fan stepped on Huang Zhendong:
"Call someone, keep calling someone!"
"Brother, there's no one left..."
Huang Zhendong cried: " There 's really no one left."
He has already called all the elites of the Chamber of Commerce, and the rest are all scumbags, and no matter how much they come, they will only be ravaged.
Who else can I call?
Who else can I call?
Are you looking for Mr. Du?
If Mr. Du knew that the entire Chamber of Commerce had been picked, he would have killed Huang Zhendong with a single shot.
Ye Fan shouted to Huang Zhendong:
"Is there only five hundred generals in the dignified Four Seas Chamber of Commerce? Is this only the fighting power?"
"You guys have disappointed me so much, I'm so sorry for Mr. Du."
Ye Fan hated that iron was not steel: "Take the phone, call, call Mr. Du."
Too much bullying, too much bullying.
Huang Zhendong was about to cry, his arena is not like this, and his cognition is not like this.
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 wept bitterly: "I will never dare to offend you in the future."
"Two million, no, ten million, I offer it with both hands..."