"I tell you my identity, aren't you afraid of being scared to death?"
"I am the son-in-law of the Zhen family, the top ten top families."
"I'm asking if you're afraid?"
"Are you Fan Xiaoju very happy to be slapped in the face by a son-in-law when you come to your house?"
"As the head of Wucheng Hotel, the manager of the underground venue, and the leader of the Tianzhu Gang."
"I am willing to bet without admitting my defeat, but I will not admit my conspiracy if I lose, and I dare to frame the guests and threaten them."
"What? I'll slap you a few times, how dare you get angry?"
Ye Hao looked indifferent, but he slapped his words in the face.
"Son-in-law comes to the door!?"
"Are you even a son-in-law coming to my face now? "
"Bastard, do you know my identity?"
"I am a member of the Fan family of the second caste of India!"
"Van Abu is my cousin!"
"I still have diplomatic immunity!"
"I am the one you little son-in-law can't afford to provoke!"
"You have slapped me twice!"
"Do you know what price you're paying for?"
After figuring out Ye Hao's identity, Fan Xiaoju's eyes were filled with anger, and his expression was extremely fierce.
He also made a gesture, and soon, a large group of tall and powerful bodyguards surrounded him and prepared to kill Ye Hao directly.
"Bang!"
Ye Hao slapped again.
"Come on, tell me, what price do I have to pay?"
Fan Xiaoju was beaten to the point of being shocked, and staggered back two steps, looking at Ye Hao with disbelief.
Everyone present was stunned.
Everyone is eager for parents to give birth to two more legs now, get out of here.
The first slap is understandably impulse.
The second slap is understandably arrogant.
But this slap is a complete provocation.
At this time, Fan Xiaoju had already brought out all the relationships behind him!
And everyone knows that Ye Hao, who looks arrogant and domineering, is just a son-in-law.
What qualifications does a son-in-law, even if he is a son-in-law from the Zhen family in the Demon City, have to provoke the nobles from the second caste of India?
Is this a joke?
Fan Xiaoju even covered her face and gritted her teeth and said, "Bastard, you actually hit me again!"
"What? I don't think it's enough?"
Ye Hao's expression was indifferent.
"I am very merciful and I will give you another slap?"
"Bastard! You're dead!"
At this time, Fan Xiaoju covered his face on both sides and spoke in a cold voice: "I will definitely let you know today, what life is worse than death!"
After saying that, the firearm in his hand suddenly opened the security and pointed it at the location where Ye Hao was.
Ye Hao smiled and said, "A firearm makes you feel like you are doing it again?"
"Are you sure you have the right to make me live worse than death?"
"Damn, I'm not qualified?"
Fan Xiaoju was so angry that she shivered all over.
What happened today?
If a son-in-law comes to the door, dares to mess with his own place?
Also question whether you have such ability?
If such a thing is spread, how can he, Fan Xiaoju, stay in Wucheng in the future?
How can you maintain the pride of his second caste!?
It seems that if you don’t get a little cruel today, you can’t remember that he is one of the six leaders of the gang on Wucheng Road.
Seeing Fan Xiaoju's nose almost smoking, the gamblers and dealers present shivered one by one.
They were afraid of being affected and wanted to escape.
But those tall and powerful bodyguards had blocked the door.
These people could only hide in the corner, trembling and cursing Ye Hao while not knowing how to write the word "death".