"Ouyang Ming, if you dare to talk nonsense, I will report it to the head of the family now. Even if you are a closed disciple of your ghost doctor sect, you will not be able to leave my Ma family safely!"
Matthew suddenly stood up angrily, pointed his finger at Ouyang Ming, and roared loudly.
In fact, he didn't need to say anything. Ouyang Ming's limbs were broken by Lu Fansheng. At this moment, he was already taking in too much air and not letting out too much. It was difficult to open his mouth to speak.
"You seem very excited?"
Lu Fan looked back at Ma Zexiu and smiled brightly.
Ma Zexiu was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed: "You dare to play with me?"
"You think too highly of yourself."
Lu Fan threw Ouyang Ming on the ground like a dead dog, and then walked towards Ma Zexiu casually.
Ma Zexiu stepped back again and again, with uncontrollable horror on his face: "What are you going to do? I advise you to stop here, otherwise no matter how powerful your methods are, there are many great masters in my Ma family's residence. How dare you attack me?"
If your family takes action, I, the great master of the Ma family, will definitely kill you on the spot and make your blood splatter on the spot!"
Lu Fan's decisive killing methods had frightened Ma Zexiu out of his wits. He dared to kill even the most closed disciple of the ghost doctor sect easily, not to mention that he, a disciple of the Ma family whose status was not as good as Ouyang Ming's.
"Grand Master, I have already arrived when I entered, but what can I do? I can kill you a hundred times before they come, and then leave from here..."
Lu Fan picked up the teapot, poured it slowly, and poured the sweet tea soup into the blue and white porcelain bowl.
No one around the people dared to say that they had no doubt about the authenticity of Lu Fan's arms, and they all looked at the young man standing in the scene with horrified eyes.
"This is the abandoned son of the Lu family..."
When he was born for the first time, he easily killed the ghost doctor Ouyang brother, leaving one maimed and the other injured, while he spared his hand. This was completely different from the rumors they had heard about Lu Fan before.
According to rumors, Lu Fan was basically a loser. During the bloody night of the Lu family, he personally pushed his father to a dead end in exchange for the chance to survive. Then, like a street rat, he wandered around and eked out an ignoble existence for the rest of his life.
There will be no chance of success again.
No one expected that although the real person looked ordinary, he could act so decisively and decisively. No wonder he was indifferent to Ouyang Ming's repeated provocations at first. It turned out that he was not taken seriously at all.
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Matthew's forehead was already covered in cold sweat. He absolutely believed that Lu Fan would do whatever he said.
I am also glad that I did not completely stand on Ouyang Ming's position and challenge Lu Fan from the beginning, otherwise there would be no room for maneuver now.
Wang Xuanzhi couldn't sit still at all.
Lu Fan's background and means were far beyond her expectation.
She had never seen Lu Fan take action before, but in her eyes, those foreigners were nothing more than local chickens and dogs. She could easily do it by just making a phone call and sending some people from Kinmen.
She doesn't like reckless men who only have force but no brains.
But now, she can even feel that Lu Fan is not on the same level as her at all.
With this kind of demeanor, this kind of skill, and his terrifying background, he already has the demeanor of a great master, at least on the same level as the heads of the major wealthy families in the south of the Yangtze River.
"Liu Yingying really doesn't know what kind of bullshit luck she has. She can meet people like Lu Fan in a place like Nandu. Could it be that she was looking for an expert to settle matters? Otherwise, where did she get such a good fortune?
How can such a great thing happen to her?" Wang Xuanzhi speculated on Liu Yingying with jealousy.
No matter what the people present think.
Lu Fan leisurely filled the tea bowl and drank it in one breath.
At this moment, the door of the box was suddenly pushed violently from the outside.
A huge figure stepped in, and behind him were six or seven imposing middle-aged men.
"Third uncle!"
Seeing the figure coming in, Ma Zexiu's face relaxed, and he hurried over as if he saw a savior.
Grandmaster?
Lu Fan turned around and narrowed his eyes. One grand master and seven half-step masters at their peak. This power is really terrifying...
"Third uncle, I..."
Ma Zexiu ran to the middle-aged man and was about to cry.
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "It goes without saying, I have my own sense of proportion."
Seeing the middle-aged man arriving, Song Yingyu, who had been sitting silently, stood up and said, "Grandmaster Tianche."
"Well, you're here too."
The middle-aged man nodded to Song Yingyu and went straight to Lu Fan.
"Are you Lu Fan?" The middle-aged man said with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. His voice was like a bell, with the momentum of rolling thunder.
"It's me." Lu Fan nodded.
"Come with me, someone wants to see you."
The middle-aged man just glanced at Lu Fan, then turned around and left the box.
