Chapter 1020 Do You Really Think You Are Ye Beichen?
Although Ye Fan's voice is quiet, it contains infinite confidence, which makes people want to believe it.
"Really?"
A strange color flashed in Yang Yuwei's beautiful eyes, and she looked straight into his face and murmured, "Xiaofan, can you really protect me, like you did when you were a child?"
"Of course!" Ye Fan nodded, his voice firm.
The bright lights of the banquet hall shone on his profile. The outline of his facial features was more angular than in junior high school, but the shining light in his eyes was just like that of a young man.
To Yang Yuwei, this light was like the dawn that tore through the darkness.
That slap just now carried all her future. Once it was slapped, she would be completely unable to survive in the Japanese entertainment industry.
Even if she successfully escapes from the banquet hall, with Yano Hiroshi's identity, it would be easy to catch her as long as she seeks help from underground organizations.
But now, Ye Fan's words gave her a glimmer of hope. Even if it was very slim, she was willing to risk everything.
The next moment, Yang Yuwei turned around, no longer thinking about escaping, but faced Yano Hao head-on with her head held high.
At this time, Yano Hiroshi also came to his senses from his confusion.
"You bitch, how dare you hit me?!"
Yano Hiroshi let out a hysterical roar, his eyes were split open, and his facial features were twisted together. His extremely ferocious look was like a ghost from hell, which was horrifying.
In fact, Yang Yuwei's slap did not cause serious physical trauma to him.
However, given Yano Hiroshi's identity, being slapped by a little-known model in front of everyone was extremely embarrassing.
If this matter spreads out, he will become the laughing stock of the entire upper class society.
"Bagaya road!"
Yano Hao cursed angrily, no longer caring about his demeanor, and completely broke his face. He glared at Yang Yuwei fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "You despicable and dirty Chinese cousin, I will sell you to a brothel and expose you to a hundred people."
It’s your turn!!!”
"How dare you! How dare you, a clown like you, show off your power in front of me?"
Ye Fan sneered, his eyes as sharp as swords, and said word by word: "Yuwei is my friend, even if your emperor comes in person, you have to be polite to her! Otherwise - I will demolish the imperial palace and wash it with blood.
Royalty!”
…
"boom!"
As soon as this statement came out, it was like a bomb hitting the calm water, causing a thousand waves and causing an uproar in the venue.
Ye Fan did not lower his voice intentionally, and dozens of powerful people around him could hear it clearly.
Destroyed the imperial palace? Bloodbathed the royal family?
What a joke!
Even the most wanton fanatic would not dare to say such disrespectful words in public.
"Hmph... Where did this wild boy come from? He dared to be disrespectful to the royal family. Does he not know how to write the word 'death'?"
"I have seen arrogant people, but I have never seen anyone so arrogant. The award for the best suicide attempt of the year must be given to him!"
"In my opinion, this kid is crazy!"
For a time, many big guys in the venue criticized Ye Fan verbally and writtenly.
And Wen Zilun was also shocked, never expecting that Mark Ye would be so bold.
At this time, he could only express his position immediately and distance himself from Ye Fan in order to stay out of the matter.
Thinking of this, Wen Zilun pointed at Ye Fan and cursed loudly: "Boy, who gave you the courage to dare to blaspheme the royal family? Do you really think you are Ye Beichen?"
Ye Beichen?!
Hiroshi Yano, who had been so arrogant before, felt as if someone had poured cold water on him. He was so frightened that he shivered. His whole body was shaking.
The faces of the other big guys also changed drastically, and they all looked at Ye Fan with fearful eyes. They were as silent as a cicada, holding their breath and concentrating, not even daring to express their anger.
In the huge Japanese country, very few people had seen Ye Beichen, only the major masters in the martial arts world, the four major chaebols, the four major aristocratic families, and some cabinet members.
Although many guests in the banquet hall had heard of Ye Beichen's name for a long time, they had never seen him in person and were not sure about Ye Fan's identity for a while.
At this time, Yano Hao summoned up his courage and asked tremblingly: "Xiao Wen, does this kid have anything to do with Ye Beichen?"
"President Yano, this brat... how can he be related to such a master! The only connection between the two is that their surname is Ye! But his name is Ye Fan, not Ye Beichen!"
At the end of the sentence, Wen Zilun gave Mark Ye a hard look, that look seemed to say——
Just because you deserve the surname Ye?
After hearing Wen Zilun's explanation, Yano Hiroshi breathed a sigh of relief and secretly thought it was a false alarm.
If the kid in front of him was really Ye Beichen, he would be kneeling on the ground right now, begging for mercy.
However, it’s just the same surname, so what does it matter?
What's more, in Yano Hiroshi's opinion, a peerless strong man like Ye Beichen must have his own aura. The tiger's body exudes the aura of a king when it shakes. How could he dress up like this?
Thinking of this, a ruthless look flashed in Yano Hiroshi's eyes. He looked at Ye Fan from a distance and gritted his teeth and said: "You brat, your loud tone is so scary that I was almost frightened by you. Did you just want to pretend to be Ye Fan?"
Beichen?"
"Not pretending!"
Ye Fan shook his head, then puffed up his chest, showing his aura of being arrogant, and said loudly:
"I am Ye Beichen!"
…
His voice penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks, deafening and deafening, as if it had fallen from the Nine Heavens Mysterious Realm and was above all living beings.
For a moment, the venue was completely silent, you could hear a pin drop, and it was deathly quiet.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
Countless guests turned their heads to look at him, their eyes full of sarcasm and contempt, as if they were looking at an idiot.
"a ha ha ha……"
Suddenly, Hiroshi Yano seemed to have heard some big joke, and burst into unbridled laughter, saying: "You brat, you're breathless when I say you're fat! You're Ye Beichen, but I'm still Amaterasu!"
Immediately afterwards, the entire banquet hall burst into laughter:
"Tsk, tsk... I didn't expect that this kid is not only a loser, but also a pretender. He is addicted to pretending!"
"Ye Beichen is an extremely strong man. Even the Sword Master is no match for him! This guy has thin arms and legs. I'm afraid he can't even kill a chicken!"
"Hmph! Does he really think we are all fools? If he were Ye Beichen, I would eat shit for the next year!"
Almost everyone sneered at Ye Fan and didn't believe his words at all.
At this time, Yano Hiroshi hooked his finger at him again and said unscrupulously: "Boy, if you were really Ye Beichen, how could you have been talking nonsense to me for so long, and you could kill me with one move! Come on, hit me.
!”
When Ye Fan saw this, his face was as dark as water, he shook his head and said: "A brain is a good thing, but it's a pity that you don't have one! Killing a retarded imbecile like you will only dirty my hands!"
Ye Fan's voice was straight and straightforward, without any waves, as if he was explaining some matter-of-fact fact.
But the more prosaic it was, the angrier it made Hiroshi Yano feel.
"Ho ho ho!"
Yano Hao let out a low roar from deep in his throat, full of anger that seemed to be burning and boiling. He could no longer hold back, raised his fists and rushed towards Ye Fan, while shouting:
"You bastard, go to hell!"
Although Yano Hiroshi was not a martial arts expert, the punch he threw out in anger was so swift and violent that ordinary people could not block it and would probably be knocked down on the spot.
However, in Ye Fan's eyes, he was as slow as a snail, with flaws all over his body and completely vulnerable.
"Kneel down!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly, and then stretched out his right palm, which seemed to turn into a ten-thousand-meter-high mountain in an instant, and hit Yano Hao's head with the force of Mount Tai.
"boom!"
Yano Hiroshi had no time to react. He didn't even know what was happening. He only felt a heartbreaking pain, rushing to his limbs. Every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone felt like it was being stabbed.
A high-speed train ran over it.
Not only him, but everyone in the venue felt that their eyes were blurred and they couldn't see Ye Fan's movements clearly.
It wasn't until the next moment that an incredible scene appeared in their sights——
Looking closely, I saw Hiroshi Yano kneeling on the ground, his knees seemed to be welded to the ground, and red blood was flowing out. Under the violent impact, the kneecaps were obviously broken.
What is even more frightening is that the solid ground is cracked with dense spider web patterns, as if it has been bombarded by a hail of bullets.
