"Tap tap tap!"
The children of the Xia family gathered around Xia Ziqi and the young man with glasses and quickly pushed forward.
Next to them was a middle-aged samurai wearing a kimono with a black dragon tattoo.
Before anyone arrived, a violent aura emerged, making the atmosphere in the entire hall sink.
At the same time, the middle-aged warrior's eyes were fixed on Ye Fan on the sofa.
Xia Ziqi seemed to already know the situation, and looked at Ye Fan on the sofa and shouted:
"Wheelchair waste, let my brother go, let my brother go!"
"If you dare to hurt my brother, I will cut you into pieces, pieces into pieces!"
Xia Ziqi wasted a little time studying the data that could cure all diseases.
On the way to the Haitian Hotel, she received news that Ye Fan was having a big party. At that time, she felt that Ye Fan was just looking for death.
In the Xia family's territory, there were so many big shots present, and with his younger brother holding a hostage, Ye Fan could not make any waves other than committing suicide and splattering his younger brother's blood.
For this reason, she also turned off her mobile phone and closed her eyes to rest.
Unexpectedly, after she arrived at the Haitian Hotel and turned on her phone, more than a dozen messages and missed calls poured in.
They all told Ye Fan to hit and hurt others, and the last one showed Xia Shijie being pinned to the coffee table by Ye Fan.
Xia Ziqi was shocked at how Ye Fan did it, and was also furious that Ye Fan had the guts to hurt her younger brother.
This was intolerable to her.
So while mobilizing heavy troops to support her, she led people into the banquet hall to rescue him.
It turned out to be a step too late
Xia Shijie, who was originally aloof and arrogant and vowed to play with all the beauties in the medical field, was now lying on the coffee table like a dog on the verge of being slaughtered.
The expensive suits costing tens of thousands each were dirty.
What made her most angry was that Xia Shijie's left hand was nailed to the table with a fork, and four fingers were missing.
Unprecedented pain, unprecedented shame.
The young men with hooked noses were bleeding from their mouths and they were desperate.
Xia Shijie saw his sister struggling subconsciously, but was pulled by the left hand nailed to the coffee table.
A sharp pain suddenly made him unable to stop screaming:
"ah--"
Xia Ziqi woke up from Xia Shijie's screams and shouted angrily at Ye Fan:
"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, let Ajie go, let Ajie go."
She really didn't expect Mark to be so ruthless.
The young man with glasses also echoed: "If you don't let me go, you will be torn into pieces by Miss Xia."
The middle-aged warrior twisted his neck and stared at Ye Fan like a poisonous snake, as if he was ready to attack Ye Fan at any time.
Xia Shijie didn't dare to move any more to avoid injuring the wound on his left hand, but he still looked at Xia Ziqi aggrievedly and yelled:
"Sister, save me quickly, save me quickly, this kid hurt me and broke my fingers. You want to avenge me."
Xia Shijie had sworn that after he escaped Ye Fan's kidnapping, he would crush him bit by bit and trample him to death.
He would catch even Zhuo Yiyi and Ouyang Shuang, trample and torture them to death, and if things got too big, they would run away to Rui Country.
If he doesn't vent like this, he will be stuck in today's shame for the rest of his life.
"Ajie, don't worry, as long as I'm here, you'll be fine."
Seeing her brother's miserable look, Xia Ziqi suppressed the murderous intent in her eyes and yelled at Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, you won't let him go?"
The young man with glasses also threatened: "Young Master Xia is in trouble, you are in trouble, Sakura Medical Center is in trouble, Shen Xiaoxiao and Sakurako Kitano are in trouble."
"flutter!"
Ye Fan cut off Xia Shijie's fifth finger with a backhand knife.
Xia Shijie howled again: "Ah——"
Xia Ziqi was furious: "You bastard, what are you doing? What are you doing? You hurt my brother in front of me?"
Ye Fan shook the table knife gently to let the blood disperse and regain clarity, and a hint of joking appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Dean Xia, we meet again. She is as beautiful as ever."
"It's just that your voice is a bit loud, it will scare me."
"It scared me. When I shook my hand, your brother's fifth finger was accidentally cut off."
"You must not scare me loudly again, otherwise I will worry about not being able to hold the knife steady and stab Xia Shijie in the throat, and then you will have to go to the grave on the Qingming Festival."
While he was talking, he was slicing Xia Shijie's face with his knife, as if his hands were shaking at any time.
Xia Shijie was filled with grief and anger, insulting Ye Fan's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart, but he did not dare to make any noise anymore, lest Ye Fan would really kill himself.
After all, the lesson of Five Fingers is there.
Xia Ziqi waved her hand to stop her men from charging, stared at Ye Fan and shouted fiercely: "Ye Fan, don't talk nonsense to me, let me go immediately!"
Ye Fan coldly spat out a few words that made Xia Ziqi laugh: "Why?"
"Hahaha!"
After these three words came out of Ye Fan's mouth, Xia Ziqi immediately laughed regardless of the image.
Her silver bell-like laughter contained hatred, contempt and confidence, and then her face darkened and she gritted her teeth:
"Why?"
"Don't talk about the shocking background of the Xia family, don't say that Shen Xiaoxiao is in our hands, just say that this is the Haitian Hotel."
"This is my territory!"
"Why do you think I am?"
She raised her right hand, and dozens of Xia family's tough men immediately flashed their weapons.
The morale of the other Xia family members was also high, and they raised their weapons and pressed against the backbone of the Ax Merchant Guild and others who were blocking the way.
They were like a pack of tigers and wolves approaching Ye Fan and the others.
Those onlookers quickly slipped out of the fighting area and watched from a distance so as not to suffer the consequences.
But Ye Fan looked at the other party's murderous look, but he didn't have the slightest fear: "Such a small manpower? Not enough!"
"Hurry up and let go of Master Ajie, hand over the secret recipe for terminal illness, kneel down and beg for mercy, or I will shoot you to death!"
Xia Ziqi also grabbed a weapon and yelled at the unmoved Ye Fan again: "Give you ten seconds!"
boom!
Not only did Ye Fan not let go of Xia Shijie, but he scratched Xia Shijie's face with a knife.
With a sharp sound, Xia Shijie's left ear was cut off!
Xia Shijie screamed like a pig being killed: "Ah——"
"you----"
Xia Ziqi was furious, Mark was an unabashed provocation.
She screamed: "You bastard, are you looking for death?"
"ah--"
Ye Fan demonstratively struck with another knife, and Xia Shijie's right ear was also cut off!
Another trace of blood and a howl tugged at the hearts of Xia Ziqi and the others.
Ye Fan looked at Xia Ziqi with nonchalant eyes, as if to say, come here, come here.
"Shuzi!"
"Shuzi!"
"how dare you?"
"how dare you?"
Seeing her blood-gourd-like younger brother, Xia Ziqi reacted with blood-red eyes and yelled ferociously:
"You cut off my brother's ears, you cut off my brother's ears, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"
"Ahhhh——"
"Kill me! Kill me!"
Xia Ziqi lost her mind and shouted with red eyes: "Kill him!"
She was going crazy when she was provoked by Mark like this.
The young man with glasses also pressed his hands: "Kill the wheelchair waste!"
"superior!"
Nearly a hundred Xia family disciples rushed forward like wolves and tigers, brandishing weapons.
"Bang bang bang——"
There was no need for Ye Fan to issue an order, Zhuo Yiyi stepped out in front of him.
At that moment, her tall figure collided with the black pressure of nearly a hundred people!
The air flow suddenly sank, as if frozen!
The next second!
Bang bang bang, the energy was rushing wildly, and a large crowd of people rolled back and fell!
in a blink!
Screaming again and again.
The dozens of Xia family disciples in front fell down in a heap, and the dozens of companions behind them were knocked to the ground.
Zhuo Yiyi swept away the last six people with his long sword, and the encirclement around Ye Fan instantly broke.
Unrivaled.
The breath of all the guests was slightly stagnant.
They didn't seem to expect that Zhuo Yiyi could be so tyrannical as one against a hundred.
The attacks of the Xia family disciples also stagnated.
Zhuo Yi retracted her sword with a loud sound: "As long as I'm here, no one can hurt Mr. Ye!"
Xia Ziqi shouted angrily: "Leader Zhuo, are you determined to go against our Xia family?"
Zhuo Yiyi said indifferently: "Don't say you are doing the right thing. As long as Mr. Ye needs it, I can chop off your head on the spot."
"There are no tigers in the mountains, and even the monkeys are kings!"
Xia Ziqi laughed angrily: "How dare a mere Martial Alliance president dare to confront our family of warriors? Do you think you have too many people?"
Ye Fan said casually: "A mere Martial Arts Association president is enough to deal with your whole family."
"asshole--"
Xia Ziqi was so angry that she wanted to order random shooting, but was worried about killing the injured Xia Shijie.
Because Ye Fan had already pulled Xia Shijie up and blocked him in front of him.
She could only hold the weapon and roar hysterically: "Abe, destroy that kid!"
The middle-aged warrior moved his body and appeared in front of him in an instant.
He did not attack Ye Fan directly, but punched a marble table next to him.
With a bang, the thousand-jin marble table cracked and shattered into more than a dozen pieces, falling to the ground.
The power is amazing.
The whole audience exclaimed.
Xia Ziqi and the others were also very excited: "Mr. Abe is so powerful!"
The young man with glasses shouted: "Mr. Abe is the king of karate. He can kill ten of you with one punch."
There was no emotion on Ye Fan's face. He was so swollen that even the Three Kingdoms of Tang Dynasty wanted to fight against him. This Yang Kingdom warrior was nothing.
"This kind of thing is not worthy of Young Master Ye. One person and one sword are enough for me."
Zhuo Yiyi took a step forward gently, blocking the way of the middle-aged warrior.
"Bitch, come on, draw your sword."
Seeing Zhuo Yiyi trying to stop him, the middle-aged warrior raised his middle finger to Zhuo Yiyi:
"Let's see if your sword is faster or my fist is faster."
"I'm going to blow your head off with one punch."
After he finished speaking, he punched out again, with an ear-piercing roar and a force of no less than a hundred kilograms.
Karate is so scary.
Zhuo Yiyi didn't react at all. Ru Shui stood quietly in the corner, as if everything had nothing to do with her.
Her silence clearly angered the middle-aged warrior. The middle-aged warrior's eyes turned cold and he yelled:
"Die!"
He rushed forward.
