Although Ye Fan's voice was silent, it was like a king's pardon, not allowing any resistance.
When Wen Zilun heard this, his body seemed to be petrified, he could not move his legs at all, and a heavy cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
At the same time, all the eyes of the audience were focused on him, pushing him to the forefront of the storm, making it impossible for him to escape.
In desperation, Wen Zilun could only turn around and look at Ye Fan from a distance, with a smile that was uglier than crying, and said: "Grandmaster Ye Ye, do you have any instructions?"
"snort!"
Ye Fan sneered, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said jokingly: "Young Master Wen, I can't bear the title of Grandmaster. You just called me a brat. Didn't you call me a very happy person?"
Ye Fan's voice was straightforward and without any waves, but there was a hint of murderous intent between the lines.
Wen Zilun shuddered subconsciously, and his spine felt as cold as falling into an ice cellar.
Even though the blood stains on the ground had been cleaned up, thinking about the scene where Ye Fan killed someone with a snap of his fingers, only the fear that penetrated his bones remained in his heart.
"thump!"
The next moment, Wen Zilun didn't hesitate at all, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, giving up all pride and dignity for the first time in his life.
But compared to life, what nonsense does face mean?
"Master Ye, it's me who looks down on others and doesn't recognize gold and jade! Please, for the sake of us all being Yuwei's friends, please let me live!" Wen Zilun cried with snot and tears.
Begging.
However, after hearing his words, Ye Fan's eyes became sharper, and his voice was as cold as the cold wind in Siberia: "Huh, Wen Zilun, your face is thicker than the city wall, and you have the nerve to mention Yuwei? Who wanted Yuwei just now?
Wei is going to spend the night with Yano Hiro?"
This sharp question was like an invisible sword piercing Wen Zilun's chest. His lips trembled, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
At this time, Mark turned around again, looked at Deng Jiaojiao from a distance, and said coldly: "And you, you and Wen Zilun are the same, I don't want to see you two again!"
Ye Fan said the last half of the sentence to Prince Mingde.
"Master Ye, I understand, I will send someone to do it now!" Prince Mingde said, waving his hand and signaling several royal guards to take the two away.
"Ahhh!" Deng Jiaojiao screamed hysterically and shouted: "Yuwei, help me! We are good friends. Don't let them take me away. Please help me beg Grandmaster Ye for mercy!"
"
Hearing this call for help, Yang Yuwei frowned, but after pondering for a moment, she still said nothing.
She is not a heartless person, but she is not an unprincipled and foolish person either.
In the situation just now, she did not expect Wen Zilun and Deng Jiaojiao to stand up for her. Even if they remained silent, she would plead with Mark now.
However, the two of them asked her to accompany Yano Hiroshi, clearly pushing her into the fire pit!
People can be as humble as dust, but they cannot be twisted like maggots!
Soon, Wen Zilun and Deng Jiaojiao were dragged out by the royal guards.
The two of them ended up like this, and it was their own fault.
At this time, Prince Mingde walked quickly to Ye Fan, leaned down, and lowered his voice and said: "Master Ye, it's not convenient to talk here. I have prepared a private room upstairs!"
"Yes!" Ye Fan nodded, pointed to Yang Yuwei and said, "This is my friend. He wants to enter the entertainment industry. Please help arrange it!"
"Understood!" Prince Mingde nodded repeatedly, then looked at Yang Yuwei and asked: "Dear young lady, our country is recently going to select a tourism ambassador. The endorsement fee is 500 million Japanese yuan a year. Are you interested?"
"Five to five billion?!" Yang Yuwei stammered, as if she couldn't believe it.
Five hundred million Japanese dollars, converted into Chinese currency, is a huge amount of thirty million. To her, it is an astronomical amount of money, which can instantly improve her life.
The tourism ambassador of the Japanese country has extraordinary political significance. Even the big-name queens have to compete for the top spot. If she can make her debut in this way, her future career in the entertainment industry will be amazing.
A piece of light.
Happiness came so suddenly, Yang Yuwei was stunned on the spot, not knowing what to say for a moment.
However, her silence caused Prince Mingde to misunderstand, and he spoke again: "Ms. Yang, if you think the endorsement fee is too low, you can discuss it again!"
"Enough, enough!" Yang Yuwei waved her hands quickly, looking flattered.
Before this, it was really hard for her to imagine that a big man like the prince of the royal family would be so respectful to her.
And all of this was brought to her by Ye Fan.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Yuwei looked at Ye Fan and Prince Mingde walking towards the second floor with extremely grateful eyes.
On the second floor of the club, in a spacious box.
The decoration of the private room is not luxurious, but presents a simple and natural style. Only those who are truly knowledgeable will realize that every furnishing inside is extraordinary.
Hanging on the walls are ancient paintings from the Edo period, and the teacups and dishes are all high-quality antiques from the Heian period. Even the wooden floors laid on the ground have undergone more than a dozen anti-corrosion and shock-proof treatments.
It can be said that the price of the furnishings in this room is enough to buy a high-end apartment in a prosperous area of Tokyo.
At this moment, Ye Fan and Prince Mingde were sitting on the table, tasting the most authentic kaiseki cuisine of Japan.
"Master Ye, this kaiseki cuisine is a characteristic of our Japanese country. It is not about tempting people with aroma, but more about spiritual thoughts. It is developed along the lines of Zen Buddhism, and it is also known as "purifying cuisine".
, Prince Mingde made a "please" gesture.
Ye Fan heard this, nodded, and then moved his chopsticks.
He has long heard that this Kaiseki cuisine is not only about appreciating the taste, but also about artistic conception. In addition to the ingredients, Kaiseki cuisine pursues the beauty of the space created by the utensils, seats, gardens, hanging scroll paintings, and vases.
Skilled technology.
What is even more commendable is that each dish is prepared freshly after the customer orders, reflecting the freshness and taste of the food.
After a long while, the two of them were full of wine and food.
Ye Fan didn't make any more pleasantries and went straight to the point: "Prince Mingde, I won't say any more nonsense! How are you, the Japanese royal family, going to compensate me?"
Ye Fan's tone was extremely tough and aggressive.
Even though Prince Mingde was prepared in advance, his expression suddenly became extremely ugly.
In his opinion, it was Ye Fan who triggered the tsunami, bloodbathed the entire martial arts world, killed the sword master Gen Musashi, and made the holy mountain Fuji a hundred meters shorter!
It would have been good if the Japanese country did not hold Ye Fan accountable, but now, Ye Fan took the initiative to demand compensation from them.
For a time, Prince Mingde felt unprecedented anger and grievance.
However, the situation is stronger than the people, and I have to bow my head.
This world follows the law of the jungle, where the weak eat the strong, and the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy.
Nowadays, Ye Fan suppresses a country with an invincible attitude. The huge Japanese country cannot find anyone who can match him.
No matter how angry Prince Mingde was, he was powerless and could only surrender.
He took a deep breath to calm down, put on a forced smile on his face, and was about to speak.
"boom!"
At this moment, an indescribable aura of terror emerged without warning and enveloped the entire box.
In an instant, Prince Mingde's face turned pale, his chest felt like a huge mountain was pressing on him, and he could hardly breathe.
The happy expression on Ye Fan's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by solemnity.
Immediately afterwards, a group of black mist came from all directions.
The huge private rooms have become invisible, and the deep darkness is like a black hole that symbolizes death, capable of swallowing everything in the world.
This is obviously an extremely brilliant magical power!
"Who is pretending to be a ghost? Get out of here!" Ye Fan shouted, his voice like a bell, which contained the power to deter evil spirits.
The next moment, an old, hoarse and majestic voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell: "Is this your Excellency Ye Beichen?"
"It's me! Who are you and what do you want?" Ye Fan asked sharply.
"Your Excellency Ye Beichen, old man
By the order of the great priest of Ise Shrine, I give you a message to get out of the Japanese country within three days, otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"