Seeing that he dared to shout the name of Fan Jin Wheel directly, these Indians who thought they were noble were all furious.
Accompanied by a roar, dozens of people pulled out the Kanda sword on their waists and surrounded Ye Hao with a cold expression.
"It's you, the surname Ye."
Van Abu was slightly stunned, then he sneered.
"What a young master Ye. If you don't go there, you don't want to break in if there is a way in heaven, you don't want to break in if there is no way in hell!"
"You killed my junior brother, and you dare to come to his mourning hall to make trouble, and you even called my master the name?"
"Do you really think you're awesome?"
"Do you think about the consequences when you go against us Indians again and again?"
Fan Abu never expected that their Xianfeng Temple and the Tianzhu Chamber of Commerce had not taken the initiative yet, but Ye Hao, a bastard, dared to come to the door by himself?
I can only say that it is too much to deceive others!
The dozens of Indians were all coming forward at this moment, waving the Kanda sword in their hands, as if they were about to obliterate Ye Hao.
Jin Jiumei also took a step forward, her eyes flashed, and then she said in a cold voice: "Ye Hao, you are arrogant!"
"If you kill Master A San, you dare to come to the mourning hall to cause trouble?"
"Do you really think that with thousands of families in Wucheng, you can be unscrupulous?"
"No one can cure you?"
"I tell you, you will definitely pay for what you do!"
"Pay a price? What's the price?" Ye Hao's expression was indifferent and his eyes were cold. "I didn't kill anyone or set fire to him. Why should I pay the price?"
"But you, the Indians and the Jin family, have labeled me for no reason, don't you need an explanation?"
While speaking, Ye Hao threw the person in his hand to the ground and said lightly: "This is the murderer who killed Fan A San. You can ask him what happened to all this."
On the ground, the doctor wearing a human skin mask shivered for a moment, his eyes filled with despair.
Several Indians subconsciously stepped forward, and when they saw his face, they were slightly stunned, and then subconsciously said: "Ye Hao!?"
Van Abu also took a step forward, and when he saw the face, his pupils shrank slightly.
The Indians were originally good at disguise, so he could see at a glance that the person in front of him should have disguised himself as Ye Hao.
And if you look closely, this person's face and temperament are more like the surveillance screen they have obtained.
Simply put, Ye Hao was probably wronged.
When Jin Jiumei saw this person, her face turned pale, and her hands holding the firearm couldn't help but tremble.
Her eyelids twitched, and she couldn't even calculate it. The murderer who killed Ye Hao that day actually fell into Ye Hao's hands.
At this moment, she couldn't help but secretly scold Jin Junjie in her heart for being a waste and couldn't even do such a small thing.
She also tried to find her phone to send messages several times, but the atmosphere in the audience was too cold now, and she really couldn't do such an obvious thing.
At this time, Fan Abu's eyes were cold, and he stared at Ye Hao for a while and said in a cold voice: "My surname is Ye, what do you mean?"
"How many meanings? You are also a smart person, so you can't tell it?"
Ye Hao casually picked up the Kanda sword on the ground, pointed at the doctor, and said lightly: "This guy is a dead soldier from the Jin family. He disguised himself as me, sneaked into the hospital, and killed Fan A San."