"Clang!"
After the kicked-in door was hit hard by Ye Fan, it bounced to both sides and collided with the wall.
This loud bang without warning shocked everyone in the hall.
More than three hundred people all looked at the door.
The beautiful host's passionate lines were also interrupted, like a hen whose throat was cut, and she was so frightened that she made no sound.
Although Mrs. Feng is not a predator with billions of assets, she can still be regarded as a prominent figure in the real estate industry.
Everyone who came to the reception today was also a person with a certain status and identity.
No one expected that someone would kick in the door without any care, so unscrupulously and with a sense of arrogance.
"Who are you?"
Everyone present also discovered that Lin Maner and his group were lying not far from the entrance corridor.
Everyone looked shocked.
Upon seeing this, more than a dozen Feng's bodyguards ran over, and the leader even shouted:
"Who asked you to come here to cause trouble?"
Mrs. Feng, who was sitting at the main table, looked at Mark coldly, without any emotion on her face. She just held the wine glass and looked at Mark like a dead person.
Although she didn't know Mark, she knew that Mark was finished.
On this occasion, there was no need for her to do much, a bunch of people would trample Mark to death.
Ye Fan walked in with his head held high and his leather shoes made a crisp sound on the marble floor.
Facing the murderous Feng bodyguards, Ye Fan seemed calm and calm, without any fear.
This confidence made many people present look askance.
However, more people were shocked and showed ridicule and disdain, wondering if Ye Fan was out of his mind and dared to break in and cause trouble like this?
Mrs. Feng is not a top figure, but she is familiar with all religions and nine schools. With just one word, she can make Ye Fan die without a burial place.
But Ye Fan's next words once again subverted his three views:
"Mrs. Feng, get out of here!"...
Mrs. Feng did not stand up immediately, she glanced at Mark with disdain.
She believed that someone was dealing with Mark.
"Isn't Mrs. Feng a coward? Why did she suddenly turn into a turtle?"
Ye Fan slowly walked towards the podium: "This is a bit disappointing to me."
"Boy, who the hell are you?"
A middle-aged man stood up, pointed at Ye Fan angrily and shouted: "Mrs. Feng, are you the one you can yell at?"
"Snapped--"
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense and kicked the other party away: "Mrs. Feng, get out."
"You bastard, are you here to cause trouble?"
More than a dozen Feng's bodyguards were furious when they saw this, and they rushed towards Mark with roars.
Dugu Shang directly crossed him. After a series of punches and kicks, more than a dozen Feng's bodyguards screamed and fell to the ground.
All of them suffered severe knee injuries and had difficulty standing up.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this. They didn't expect Dugu Shang to be so skilled. Then they understood why Ye Fan was so arrogant. It turned out that he had a powerful bodyguard.
Mrs. Feng also narrowed her eyes slightly. She was surprised that Dugu Shang killed everyone, but she didn't take it to heart.
In modern society, hot weapons and power are more powerful than martial arts.
She sent out a message and called for several gun-toting bodyguards.
Ye Fan said calmly: "Mrs. Feng, why don't you stand up?"
"Young man, what do you want to do with your wanton behavior?"
Another old man dressed in black stood up, not angry but powerful, very authoritative: "Have you ever thought about the consequences?"
"What do I want to do?"
"I want justice!"
Ye Fan stood on the high platform.
He waved and took the microphone from the hand of the beautiful emcee, cleared his throat and said:
"Everyone, today's matter is purely personal."
"I'm here to see Mrs. Feng!"
"Last night, while the crew of Xishan Film and Television City was filming, a prop gun suddenly sprayed real bullets."
"My sister-in-law Tang Qiqi happened to squat down, and the bullet grazed her head and hit Feng Mimi."
"That is, Mrs. Feng's daughter..."
"Mrs. Feng did not find the real murderer, the shooter, or the crew. Instead, she beat up my innocent sister-in-law."
"Thirty-two wounds on his body, 15 of which were caused by high heels, a broken rib, and a slight concussion."
"If she hadn't knocked her unconscious with the intention of dying, Mrs. Feng would have taken off my sister-in-law's clothes."
Ye Fan glanced at the hundreds of people in the audience: "Isn't it too much for me to come to seek justice today?"
Everyone in the audience was slightly silent and less focused. They didn't expect Mrs. Feng to do such a thing to Ye Fan's sister-in-law.
It's just that they won't condemn Mrs. Feng. After all, it has nothing to do with them, and meddling in other people's business will only lead to quick consequences.
The old man dressed in black looked embarrassed, but still snorted coldly:
"Even if Mrs. Feng loves her daughter a little too much, you shouldn't just barge in here and cause trouble."
"You can call the police and file a complaint."
"But this is not a reason to fight violence with violence."
"Your current behavior is discrediting your family and ignoring laws and regulations."
He speaks righteously and righteously.
"Snapped--"
Ye Fan's figure flashed, and he was in front of the old man in black, and then slapped him away.
The old man dressed in black screamed, staggered back a few steps, and then angrily picked up a wine bottle: "If you dare to hit me, I will fight you to the death..."
"Snapped--"
Ye Fan slapped him again and knocked away the old man dressed in black.
"I got a little emotional. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can call the police or complain."
"Never respond to violence with violence. It will discredit your entire family."
Ye Fan sent back the original words without any politeness.
The old man dressed in black was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "You——"
Ye Fan ignored him and looked around the audience again: "Mrs. Feng, get out."
"Yes, I touched your sister-in-law."
Seeing Ye Fan expose the matter and beating his guest like this, Mrs. Feng could no longer remain silent.
She sneered, crossed her legs, and lit a women's cigarette.
Her eyes followed her smooth stockings to the end, where it was Ye Fan's slowly approaching figure:
"Who asked her to hide?"
"If she doesn't hide away, nothing will happen to my daughter. If something happens to my daughter, she will have to bear the consequences."
"Yesterday's lesson was just the beginning. My daughter didn't wake up for a day, and I will never let her go."
"Look, how I slowly torture her to death..."
She puffed out a puff of smoke provocatively and looked at Mark with disdain: "You can't seek justice, and you can't even protect yourself."
As she spoke, four more bodyguards appeared beside her.
These bodyguards have an extra gun in their hands, and their murderous looks are scary.
"Although you are hateful, I still admire your honesty."
There was a trace of playfulness on Ye Fan's face: "That's good, it's much easier for me to use my hands. Yesterday you slapped Qiqi eleven times and kicked her twelve times?"
"You know this as well?"
Mrs. Feng did not feel any guilt at all, but was rather complacent:
"Tang Qiqi told you? It seems that I haven't beaten enough?"
Ye Fan raised his wrist and looked at the plum blossom watch: "There will be no Feng Real Estate after tonight."
"No more Feng Real Estate?"
Mrs. Feng slowly blew out a smoke ring:
"What do you mean, not only do you want to act wild at the venue, but you also want to take action against my company?"
Immediately, her eyes narrowed.
"You, an unknown country bumpkin, dare to talk nonsense about wanting to persecute me?"
"You think I, Feng Real Estate, have been working hard in Longdu for so many years?"
"Are you qualified to cause trouble for me?"
"Do you know who you're dealing with?"
Mrs. Feng's voice sounded solemn: "Everyone standing in front of you is either rich or noble."
"This is Director Zhou Jianfeng of the Longdu National Taxation Office."
"This is Chairman Zhou Gaofeng of Pacific Financial."
"This is Mr. Qiu, the general manager of Huantai Heavy Industry."
"This is Mr. Yang from Evergreen Mall."
"This is the vice-captain of the third detachment from Chaodong..."
As Mrs. Feng called her names one by one, more than a dozen respectable men and women stood up one after another and stared at Mark with sharp eyes.
Mrs. Feng led a group of people forward slowly, walked up to Mark and sneered and said:
"No one can be offended by you."
Ye Fan glanced at the people behind Mrs. Feng: "You all want to mind your own business?"
A man with a Chinese character sneered: "I am Zhou Jianfeng, the national tax collector of Longdu. Do you think I can't handle it?"
"boom--"
At this moment, a figure rushed up from behind.
He was caught off guard and dispersed the crowd, then kicked Zhou Jianfeng away.
Zhou Jianfeng screamed and fell onto his back, in an unprecedented state of embarrassment.
"ah--"
Before Zhou Jianfeng could get up, Zheng Junqing slapped him again, with a murderous and murderous aura that shocked the entire audience:
"Whoever fucking interferes in this matter, I, Zheng Junqing, will kill his whole family."
Everyone fell silent for a moment!
