However, in response to Wei Qing's anger, Ye Fan not only showed no restraint, but calmly picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said calmly: "I'm not laughing at anything."

"I just suddenly remembered that there was a person who was showing off in front of me like you."

"The words are all the same."

"But it's a pity. The grass on that person's grave now is probably three feet high."

"Oh, right."

"I remember that man also claimed to be the Muay Thai boxing champion."

"The name seems to be Holden."

What?

"Damn it, I'm going to fuck you!"

"What the hell is this?"

Ye Fan's words were like a boulder falling into the sea, but they set off huge waves in everyone's hearts.

The old faces of Lin Qinghe and others must have turned green.

Security guard Xiao Liu couldn't hold it back and even scolded him directly.

I thought to myself that this bastard is probably not an idiot who only knows how to show off, right?

It was enough to insult Wei Qing, but now he directly said that his mentor was dead and the grass on his grave was three feet high?

This is playing with fire!

Is he really not afraid of being beaten to death by Wei Qing?

"Zhuzi, you are looking for death!"

Sure enough, the moment Ye Fan finished speaking, Wei Qing's eyes immediately turned red.

Bloody red!

Boxing champion Horton is the person Wei Qing respects most in his life.

In his heart, it is almost a belief-like existence.

His biggest goal is to become a person like his mentor Holden.

But now, the person he respected the most was so insulted by Mark.

"How can I spare you?"

In anger, Wei Qing's tiger body shook, and the tables and chairs in front of him were knocked away.

Wow~

The long table collapsed, and the wine mixed with the plates and shattered all over the floor.

Then, Wei Qing's veins popped out, and he stepped forward with both fists for several steps. A torrent of power swept over his waist, and his whole body was like a powerful bow full of power.

All kinds of power are concentrated in the palm of the fist.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the room, blowing Wei Qing's gray robe and making a rustling sound.

"Junior, didn't you say that I am not qualified to carry your shoes even if I am a Muay Thai practitioner?"

"Then today, I will let you have a taste of the awesome power of my Muay Thai boxing!"

Phew~

The wind roared and the roar exploded.

Wei Qing's powerful punch swept across all directions, heading straight towards Ye Fan's direction and angrily hitting him.

Wu Yang and others had never seen such power before?

After seeing Wei Qing's powerful punches, he turned pale with fright and took several steps back, fearing that he would get too close and be in trouble.

"It's over!"

"That bastard is dead."

"You deserve it?"

"Don't seek death!"

"Isn't it good to be alive?" Guard Xiao Liu shook his head repeatedly and said secretly.

However, facing Wei Qing's intimidating power, Ye Fan turned a deaf ear.

He was still sitting there, holding a teacup, drinking tea calmly and comfortably.

That calm and indifferent look was like a flat lake with still water, but it didn't cause any waves.

The draft in the room slowly swept through, blowing the tips of Ye Fan's hair on his forehead.

Under the hair, there was Ye Fan's indifferent smile.

When the punch reached his eyes, Ye Fan shook his head and smiled.

"That's all, since you insist on seeking death, then I, Ye Fan, will do as you wish."

"It's just in time for you to see what it means to be the first of a hundred fists!!"

The laughter fell, and Ye Fan's eyebrows suddenly turned cold.

Then, everyone saw the young man here with a stern look on his face.

Like a jade palm, it stretches out quietly.

Then, he curled up into a fist and slammed it down.

Bang~

There was a loud noise that was astonishing and earth-shattering!!
Chapter completed!