Just when the argument broke out here, in the stands of the gymnasium, a fat man holding a chicken leg in his left hand and a cigar in his right hand showed a strange light on his face. While gnawing on the chicken leg, he said to himself: "A bunch of idiots, who is not good to provoke, and provoke this evil spirit."

Seeing Ye Fan take action, he shook his head again, sighed and said, "This kid's skills have declined recently. He bullied me badly when he met last time. I wonder if he can beat me now?" At this point, he laughed strangely.

He still put the bones of the chicken leg that had been gnawed on the ground. He reached out to take out a white handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then took out his cell phone and dialed a phone number.

"Little fat man, where are you dead?" As soon as the phone was opened, a woman's voice came from there.

"Aunt Chen, I'm going to trouble you." At this time, the fat man was rarely serious.

"What's wrong?" Aunt Chen on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned. This fat man rarely called him, let alone said something so seriously.

"Ye Fan is having a fight, you can call the president of Linhai University." The fat man looked at the security guards confronting Ye Fan and said calmly.

At this time, at least a dozen security guards came from the entrance of the gymnasium. It seemed that Zhang Mingdong secretly informed him. A cold murderous intent flashed across the fat man's face.

"He fought? Are you injured? If you let him talk to me, this brat is worried so much." Aunt Chen on the other end of the phone suddenly became anxious when she heard Ye Fan's fight.

"It's okay, Ye Fan doesn't bully others, so others will burn high incense." The fat man sucked a cigar comfortably. Seeing that more than a dozen security guards had surrounded Ye Fan, he continued: "I'm afraid that the school would punish him or something. The old president of Linhai University is still a little soft and hard. He is afraid that he will punish him, which will make Ye Fan look bad in terms of face."

"That's good." Aunt Chen seemed relieved, but said a little uneasy: "You have also gone to Linhai, right? You must be careful about Xiaofan. Xiaofan is so obedient and easy to be bullied. Little fat man, Aunt Chen knows that you are very good at fighting. If Xiaofan is injured, I will ask you."

Listening to Aunt Chen talking on the other end of the phone, especially when she heard Xiaofan, the child was so obedient, the fat man couldn't help but twitch. She held back her laughing hard, and looked at Ye Fan with a strange look. That boy was also called "benevolent"? Alas...

"I understand, remember to call later." The fat man hung up the phone with a complicated expression and took a sip of cigarettes. Aunt Chen is really, saying that Xiaofan is good and he is good at fighting. Didn't he know that he was always bullied by that brat when he was a child?

The fat man has the urge to cry.

At this time, Fan Zhiwei had been helped up by his accomplices. Seeing that more than a dozen security guards carrying batons came, Song Dongye and his friends looked at Ye Fan worriedly.

"I'll go with you." Just as Zhang Mingdong was hesitating whether to issue an order to arrest people, Ye Fan spoke in a cold tone, and he could not see any fluctuations in his expression.

This time, no one dared to say anything, whether it was Fan Zhiwei who was beaten to the point of being almost unconscious, Zhang Enyuan who covered half of his cheeks, or his younger brother, because they were afraid that if they were whining, they would be as tragic as Fan Zhiwei.

Just now, Ye Fan's seemingly plain glance brought great pressure to the three members of the security department, so that they felt as if they were pressing against a mountain, breathing rapidly, and cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.

At this moment, when he heard Ye Fan's words, the three of them were all relieved, and at the same time reached out to wipe the sweat beads that oozed out of their foreheads.

"Dongdong, you guys go back." Ye Fan took out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth, ignited a comfortable mouthful, and then turned around and said to Song Dongye and the others: "I'll go find you about joining the school basketball team."

When Song Dongye heard Ye Fan's words, he instinctively wanted to refuse. He wanted to take on this matter with Ye Fan. After all, seeing so many people surrounding Ye Fan, Fan Zhiwei's group of younger brothers, and the group of basketball teams in the Economics and Management Department, he glared at Ye Fan. A kind of bloodiness emerged from his body. He was not a person who was afraid of trouble, but when he thought of Li Qiang behind Ye Fan, he still nodded obediently.

At the same time, Fan Zhiwei's younger brother had already helped him up. At this time, Fan Zhiwei seemed to have not come back to his senses from the dizziness. His eyes were empty and he was bleeding from the corners of his mouth. Five clear finger marks were printed on his bulging cheeks.

"You, and you, come with me to make records. The others will take them to the hospital." Zhang Mingdong glanced at Ye Fan with a complicated expression, then pointed to a man in a ball uniform next to Ye Fan and Zhang Enyuan and said.

Ye Fan said lightly: "I'll go with you."

Seeing Ye Fan following the security department’s people, the fat man who had just walked out of the stand stood up again, took out a chicken leg and chewed it, and looked at Ye Fan’s back from a distance.

"I hope you don't make things difficult for him." The fat man murmured to himself in his heart: "If Fat man knows that you make things difficult for him, be careful that I will wash the black tiger blood."

At this time, the fat man had already investigated Fan Zhiwei's identity clearly. The information he had in his hands also had everything about the Black Tiger Society.

At this moment, a faint fragrance came, and a girl in a white skirt passed by the fat man. He was stunned for a moment, his mouth wide open.

"Bang..."

The chicken leg in his hand fell to the ground. The fat man swallowed hard, his eyes swept over in the direction of the girl leaving, and a kind of burning flames flashed inside. He licked his lips, watched the girl about to walk away, and immediately waved his fat hand to chase him, shouting, "Beauty, wait for me, I'll treat you to chicken leg..."

...

Ten minutes later, Ye Fan followed Zhang Mingdong and the others to the office of the Security Department.

The person who took the transcription for Ye Fan was Chen Jianlin, a middle-aged man in his thirties. He looked strong and his eyes were still sharp. However, when he was recording, he did not show a fierce look.

Obviously, he already knew what Ye Fan had done before. Thinking of Zhang Mingdong's slight look when he handed Ye Fan over to him, he didn't dare to make things too difficult for Ye Fan.

Chen Jianlin understood that Zhang Mingdong threw a hot yam to him. On the one hand, Fan Zhiwei, who had a relationship with the Black Tiger, but on the other hand, he was a freshman with extraordinary skills. He was also a little confused. He could meet his family's children at any time in places like Linhai City. He remembered something, looked at Ye Fan, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Ye Fan." Ye Fan said lightly.

Hearing Ye Fan's answer, Chen Jianlin's face changed, gasped, and was frightened. As the deputy section chief of the security department, how could he have not heard of the incident that happened at school a few days ago? Not to mention the Blade Finger Association, even the Nanlong Gang was beaten so badly. The cause of the whole incident was this freshman named Ye Fan. His name was also closely related to Li Qiang, who had a family background...
Chapter completed!