Wang Qing was moved and worried when she saw Ye Fan's arrival.
She was very touched that Ye Fan went into danger alone for her, but there were nearly a hundred people here, and Ye Fan simply wanted to die.
But Ye Fan was very calm from beginning to end, looking around and said:
"Are you Wang Dalong?"
Wang Dalong looked down at Ye Fan, stepped on the railing with one foot, and said:
"Boy, I heard that you are very good at fighting. You stood up for this little bitch and beat my people. There are ninety-eight of us here today. If you have the ability to beat us all, you can take them away.
"
There is an open space in the middle of the first floor, with many people standing around, all looking at Ye Fan eagerly.
Some people also held iron bars in their hands.
"Fuck me!"
Wang Dalong shouted.
People around him rushed forward and roared.
Ye Fan's eyes suddenly became solemn, a majestic aura quickly filled the air, a cold light suddenly appeared in his fingers, a silver needle was caught between his fingers, and his figure moved quickly, like a ghost.
Bang bang bang...
There was a loud noise, figures flying around, accompanied by screams.
Everyone standing on the second floor was stunned.
You can't even see clearly Ye Fan's action, it was too fast.
"This... seems to be a really strong man."
In less than five minutes, more than thirty people fell to the ground groaning in pain and unable to get up.
Ye Fan acted like a fine person, and raised his eyes again to the second floor. His eyes were fixed on a young man next to Wang Dalong.
This person always remained calm, without any mood swings. His eyes were like knives, staring at Ye Fan with fanaticism in his eyes, and he was holding a shrinking iron rod in his hand.
Bang bang bang bang...
Wang Dalong applauded, looked at him, and said:
"Boy, I didn't expect you to have such fighting power, but do you think you can win? You are naive!"
Then he looked at the man beside him and said:
"Mr. Hong, please."
The young man walked down the stairs step by step, looking at Ye Fan firmly, without saying a word.
Wang Dalong said from above: "Hong Qing is a retired soldier and a master of taekwondo. He once defeated the boxing champion. He is my trump card. Mr. Hong, destroy him."
Ye Fan was very calm, looked at Hong Qing, and said:
"As a soldier, you represent national justice and should eliminate harm to the people. But haven't you ever thought about whether what you are doing now is in line with your status?"
Hong Qing's eyes were like those of an eagle, and his nerves were always tense as he said:
"After I retired, I encountered obstacles everywhere. It was Master Jiu who gave me a job and a meal to eat. This is my job responsibility. It is the bounden duty of a soldier to obey orders and obey them. Master Jiu asked me to destroy you, so I will
I'll destroy you."
Ye Fan had no choice but to smile bitterly, shook his head and said:
"Since everyone has their own duties, I don't need to say anything more. I just want to ask, how do you compare with the vultures?"
Hong Qing was slightly startled and said:
"Of course I am not as good as the vulture. Even if he is injured, he is still the king of the army. I admire him full of respect. Have you ever fought with him?"
Ye Fan shook his head and said:
"No, but I heard that retired soldiers are given special preferential treatment when looking for jobs in society. How come you can't find a job?"
Hong Qing said: "After retiring, many people work as security guards, rangers, etc. These wages are too low. I need money, and Master Jiu can give it to me."
Ye Fan said no more.
If you don't know the suffering of others, don't encourage others to do good.
But he has a reverence for soldiers. Soldiers who protect their home and country and march forward on the front line for the people of the country are worthy of everyone's admiration. However, he did not expect that he would be treated so badly after retirement.
"Take action!"
Hong Qing didn't have any unnecessary words. He burst out with a strong aura. He made a fist with his right hand and struck out with a punch. The punch was so strong that he could faintly feel the powerful force contained in it.
He took a step forward, the ground trembled slightly, and he rushed over.
Like a tiger hunting for prey.
Ye Fan condensed his eyes, circulated the energy in his body, and faced him, making a fist with his right hand and facing forward with a strong face.
Bang!
The two fists collided together, making a hollow sound.
The two of them were in a stalemate, and there was a crisp sound of bones breaking.
The onlookers held their breath and watched the duel between the two men nervously.
"Broken bones!"
"That kid's bones are broken. He is worthy of being a retired soldier, and his power is still the same as before."
"Hong Qing is strong. He is worthy of being Master Jiu's right-hand man. He can win with one move."
"A country bumpkin, a country boy who dares to box with Hong Qing is simply looking for death."
"..."
Everyone was very excited.
In their hearts, Hong Qing's strength is powerful and unmatched. He is Jiu Ye's confidant and one of the strongest thugs.
They all know about Hong Qing's achievements, sweeping through the underground black boxing world, defeating boxing champions, and overcoming countless obstacles for Master Jiu. The people in the underground world changed their minds after hearing this.
"Mr. Hong is awesome..."
Wang Dalong was also very excited, with a proud smile on his face, he pinched Wang Qing's chin and said:
"Take a good look. Your little man is going to be crippled and he will spend the rest of his life lying in bed. Are you still willing to be with him?"
Wang Qing finally couldn't help crying, her eyes were dull and unbelievable, and she said:
"Wang Dalong, you bastard, it's not enough for you to ruin my reputation. You have blocked my life in every way. Do you have to kill me to death?"
"This is a matter between the two of us. If you come to me, it has nothing to do with him. Just let him go."
Wang Dalong sneered and said:
"Please beg me, beg me to let him go."
Wang Qing burst into tears and said, "I beg you, I beg you, let him go. Just come to me alone. All this has nothing to do with him."
"Hahaha, bitch!" Wang Dalong shook his hand, turned around and looked down, and said:
"Mr. Hong, destroy him...what!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Hong Qing's face gradually becoming ferocious, and obvious veins appeared on his neck.
"ah!"
Hong Qing finally couldn't help it and let out a heartbreaking scream.
A bone in the elbow was broken out of the skin, and it was white and stained with blood.
Not only Wang Dalong, but everyone else was also shocked.
The excited expression suddenly solidified.
He looked at Hong Qing in disbelief.
Ye Fan's figure moved again.
He got close and slapped Hong Qing on the chest.
Snapped!
Hong Qing had no time to react. His whole body was shot away and his sternum cracked.
He hit the stone pillar hard, causing blood to flow from the corner of his mouth.
His face turned pale and he could no longer stand up.
Looking up at Ye Fan, he was just grateful and said:
"Thank you!"
He saw it.
He is no match at all.
The opponent had been merciful with that slap just now, but one of his sternums was broken. If he hadn't been merciful, his internal organs would have been shattered.
I was shocked by the strength of the person in front of me, and I was grateful for his mercy.
No wonder he was so calm when talking about vultures.
Ye Fan said calmly: "You are a soldier."
I show mercy only because you were once a soldier.
Then he looked towards the stairs and prepared to go up to the second floor.
The other people were holding long sticks, watching eagerly, constantly moving, preparing for battle.
Ye Fan didn't take them seriously and walked towards the stairs.
Wang Dalong finally panicked.
"Stop him, stop him!"
A large number of people were blocking the stairs, looking a little nervous and panicked.
"stop!"
A rough voice came from outside the door, with a certain sense of vicissitudes of life.
Everyone stopped and looked at the door.
A bald man, leaning on a cane but full of energy, appeared at the door.
The whole person is not angry and proud.
He glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on Hong Qing without saying a word.