Eight people suddenly fell into the open space!

Unrivaled!

Ye Fan looked at the remaining thugs and sneered:

"continue!"

The cold and impersonal words struck Huang Zhendong and the others hard in their hearts.

Having been domineering for many years, they now feel like they are about to collapse.

Huang Zhendong gritted his teeth: "Up!"

More than fifty people roared and charged.

Ye Fan went up to greet him, swinging his stick like a shuttle breaking through the waves. Wherever he passed, the waves turned and disappeared.

The screams didn't stop.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Fan passed through the camp of more than fifty people.

Behind him was a general from all over the world with a bruised nose, swollen face, and severed arms and legs.

Everyone screamed, everyone was injured, everyone was stunned, one against a hundred, it was not a myth.

After Ye Fan kicked away the last thug, he slowly walked towards Huang Zhendong, who looked ugly:

"continue……"

Upon hearing these two words, Huang Zhendong and the others collapsed instantly.

"Come on, come on... don't come over."

While Huang Zhendong scolded the thugs and continued to charge, he trembled and stepped back, and at the same time issued a warning to Ye Fan:

"Don't come over, don't come over..."

At this time, Huang Zhendong felt four parts fearful, three parts wronged, three parts painful, and not one part dissatisfied.

No one struggled to protect Huang Zhendong. Except that many people really lost their fighting ability, the most important thing is that Ye Fan is simply a devil...

This kid is really... really terrifying.

"Stop talking nonsense, call people, keep calling people."

At this time, Ye Fan walked up to Huang Zhendong: "Call the most powerful and awesome person to come..."

Huang Zhendong's face turned green, but he still gritted his teeth and made another call.

Not long after, a dozen more cars arrived, and more than a hundred cousins ​​​​came.

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, and he knocked them to the ground again with great momentum.

"Call people, keep calling people..."

Ye Fan slapped Huang Zhendong on the face.

Huang Zhendong called someone with trembling fingers.

Soon, more than two hundred thugs arrived, but their combat effectiveness was even more fragile.

Ye Fan beat these people down without any suspense.

Five hundred people...

"Bang!"

When Ye Fan kicked Huang Zhendong down again, the sound of falling to the ground severely impacted the hearts of Huang Dongqiang and others.

Yang Qianqian and the others were all heartbroken. Huang Zhendong, the gangster they admired, turned out to be so miserable in the hands of Ye Fan.

Ye Fan, who they looked down upon, seemed to be standing on top of their heads, looking down at them.

As for Yuan Jing, her mood was even more complicated.

This battle.

It was tantamount to all kinds of humiliation. When they gathered together, the anger that came from the depths of emotion was like a raging fire that was about to devour her.

Ye Fan, who has always been looked down upon by himself.

It was so simple and crude that she lost all face and was completely defeated.

She didn't know how to describe her mood.

Of course, the majority were frustrated, but there were also surprises, but the more surprises there were, the more uncomfortable she felt.

In the end, she could only curl up her hands and her veins were bulging:

Even if you can fight, so what? Can you achieve great results?

No matter what era we are in now, no matter how skilled we are, we can't beat a gun.

But the more she thought like this, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart, especially when she saw the adoring eyes of her female companion, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Huang Dongqiang also kept repeating: "This is impossible! This is impossible..."

In front of the open space, Ye Fan stepped on Huang Zhendong:

"Call people, keep calling people!"

"Brother, there is no one left..."

Huang Zhendong looked like he was crying: "There is really no one left."

He has already called all the elites of the Chamber of Commerce, and the rest are all low-class gangsters. No matter how many more come, they will only be ravaged.

Who else could I call?

Who else could I call?

Are you looking for Mr. Du?

If Mr. Du knew that the entire chamber of commerce had been picked on, he would probably kill Huang Zhendong with one shot.

Ye Fan shouted to Huang Zhendong:

"Does the dignified Sihai Chamber of Commerce only have 500 generals? Does it only have this little combat capability?"

"You have disappointed me so much and I am so sorry to Mr. Du."

Ye Fan hates the fact that iron cannot be made into steel: "Get the phone, call, call Mr. Du."

It's too much to deceive others, it's too much to deceive others.

Huang Zhendong is about to cry. His world is not like this, and his cognition is not like this.

The next moment, he bent his legs and knelt in front of Mark:

"Brother, brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"I kowtow to you and apologize, just give me a chance..."

He cried bitterly: "I will never dare to offend you again."
Chapter completed!