At this time, Zhang Jiuling felt full of loss.

He doesn't blame Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn't owe them anything to the Zhang family.

On the contrary, Zhang Jiuling, the leader of Yanxia Jiangbei martial arts, once accused Ye Fan of his crimes, and even refused to save him when Ye Fan was in danger.

It was a matter of course that Ye Fan would not help him.

Seeing the situation in front of me, Meng Wanjun was undoubtedly overjoyed.

Immediately took the lead and said, "Hurry up, follow me to meet the new king of Jiangbei."

"After today, all the Meng family respect their husbands!"

"If anyone dares to be disrespectful to the gentleman, I will break his leg and throw it into the river to feed the fish!"

Meng Wanjun is a personal spirit. Before Ye Fan could answer, he had already asked the family members to worship Ye Fan as the mainstay.

However, Ye Fan sneered.

"If you didn't touch Tangtang, Uncle Hu, and Aunt Yue, it would be a good idea to let you take charge of Jiangbei."

"But you shouldn't touch Aunt Yue and the others."

"They are just the most ordinary people in the world. They live so hard in this world that they have done everything they can have today's peace and happiness."

"But why don't you even give them this little happiness?"

"Just because you are the richest man in Jiangbei?"

"Just because you have power?"

"So, do you like to trample on the dignity and happiness of ordinary people so much?"

Ye Fan shook his head, and his words were full of silence.

No one knows what kind of anger rises in Ye Fan’s seemingly calm appearance!

Meng Wanjun was a little panicked when he heard this.

"First...sir, what are you talking about?"

"I...I don't understand."

"What ordinary people, what Uncle Hu, I don't have them. Our Meng family has not trampled on the lives of any ordinary people..."

"I made a mistake, you... you must have made a mistake."

Meng Wanjun kept shaking his head.

"Yeah?"

"If you don't know, then ask your son."

Ye Fan's eyes fell on Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan immediately shuddered: "You... are you... that person at the auction?"

Meng Chuan soon realized something.

Because, he remembered that the family who was living in the urban village that he had been dealt with before was indeed the surname Hu.

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan immediately panicked.

He quickly knelt down at Ye Fan, his nose and tears flowed all over his face, and he knelt down and begged for mercy: "First... sir, I... I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. I will never dare to do it again."

"I will pay for it, I will give them a lot of money."

"I will treat them and build a house for them again..."

"Please...sir..."

Meng Chuan kept begging.

When Meng Wanjun saw this, everything was immediately clear.

"Yes...it's you!"

"It's you beast!!"

Meng Wanjun got up and put his foot on Meng Chuan's face.

"Bastard, why did I, Meng Wanjun, give birth to you, a bastard?"

"My Meng family died because of you!"

Meng Wanjun was crying and was heartbroken and angry.

He was thinking before, where he offended the whole person in front of him.

Only now did he realize that all the disasters were caused by his bastard son.

Meng Wanjun, in a rage, directly broke Meng Chuan's legs, making him bloody and fuzzy.

After being tired of fighting, he knelt down and begged Ye Fan to spare his life.

"I've given you a chance."

"How can it be turned out?"

"Tangtang suffers because of me, Aunt Yue suffers because of me, and Uncle Hu's house is burned by you."

"I will no longer be kind."

"Some people should not be forgiven."

Ye Fan shook his head and declared their death sentence in one sentence.

boom!

After counting breaths, a seal of the sky-covering palm fell down instantly.

Half of the island in the middle of the lake is buried deep in the West Lake with the Meng family.

The bright red blood dyed the lake again red.
Chapter completed!