"Donator Wan, the poor monk didn't mean to see this young benefactor. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Can you please let them go for the sake of the poor monk?" At this moment, Yuan Jie, who had been frowning,
The monk walked up to the young man and spoke in a calm tone.
"Master, what you said is wrong. In front of the Lord Buddha, we all have to explain the truth. In front of the Lord Buddha, my woman was actually eaten by someone, and this guy actually said it was accidental.
It was a collision. Even if he was the one who caused the collision, he should be compensated, right? I won’t bother you, Master, for such a trivial matter. Moreover, I also donated a lot of incense money to your temple in a year. In total, it is no less than seven figures.
!" The young man looked at Yuan Jie who was speaking arrogantly, raised his eyebrows, and hummed coldly.
"Wan Donor, do you really want to solve this small matter like this?" Monk Yuanjie frowned deeper, and his eyes were full of anxiety. It was obvious that he knew this young man, knew him very well, and was very afraid of him. He
The anxiety in his eyes was obviously for the poor mother and son.
"When has this young master ever spoken without counting?" The young man raised his eyebrows and snorted disapprovingly.
"You have such a big arrogance. Aren't you afraid of exposing your tongue when you speak big words?" At this moment, a harsh voice rang in the young man's ears.
The young man and the girl in his arms were both stunned when they heard this. They looked for words and saw a young man in ordinary clothes walking slowly in from outside the hall.
The speaker was none other than Zhuo Yifan.
"Boy, where are you from? How dare you meddle in my young master's business? I think you are just like the mother and son, are you tired of life?" Upon hearing this, the young man immediately showed an angry expression and threatened viciously.
"You don't deserve to know where I am from. You just need to know that if you continue to stay here, I will let you know how to write the word regret. Before I get really angry, you'd better disappear right away.
In front of me!" Zhuo Yifan walked to the center of the hall with an indifferent expression, looked directly at the young man, and said in a calm tone.
The young man didn't seem to be used to Zhuo Yifan's sharp gaze, so he avoided it subconsciously. When he came back to his senses, he felt that he had been greatly humiliated, and immediately roared with a red face: "You are so big.
Courage, I don’t think I’ll teach you a lesson today, you really don’t know how many eyes Lord Ma has! You are the first person in Zhoushan who dares to speak like this to you, Master Wan!”
"Master Wan? Is your father Wan Pinggui, the mayor of Zhoushan?" Zhuo Yifan heard this, and after thinking for a while, he immediately thought of the other party's identity. The last time he came to Zhoushan, he punished a group of second-generation ancestors.
I once asked about the situation in Zhoushan, and it seems that the mayor of Zhoushan City is named Wan!
"You know? Then you still dare to touch my brow? I think you are really tired of living!" The young man was stunned when he heard this, and then said angrily.
Zhuo Yifan sneered disapprovingly, and then appeared next to the young man like a ghost, startling the young man and the girl.
When the two big men saw this, they immediately wanted to step forward, but Zhuo Yifan said with a playful smile: "Don't be nervous, I just want to have a word with this Young Master Wan!"
"What do you want to do?" Wan Dashao frowned and asked suspiciously.
Next, the onlookers discovered a strange scene. Zhuo Yifan just kept opening and closing his mouth, but did not hear a word coming from him. What was even weirder was that Young Master Wan
The expression on his face suddenly became wonderful. That kind of excitement is the effect that appears when several expressions come together. There are confusion, shock, even more fear and disbelief!