Ye Fan's voice was full of monstrous killing intent.

The next moment, Ye Fan's right hand that grabbed Yang Ting's neck violently surged out.

Yang Ting only felt a powerful force that was overwhelming, like a volcanic eruption.

The intense pain and suffocation made his face turn purple.

The limbs kept struggling, trying to break free from Ye Fan's restraints, but in vain.

It wasn't long before his hands hung down in despair, his eyes rolled and he looked like he was about to faint.

"Brother!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Jingjing let out a terrible scream, and her face was full of disbelief.

The invincible brother in her mind is like a fish on the chopping board at this moment, to be slaughtered.

"Titer! Titer! Titer!"

At this moment, a rapid and high-pitched siren sounded, from far and near.

A few jing cars were heading towards the restaurant, their red and blue flashing lights glittering in the night.

Obviously, the big disturbance here has attracted the attention of the local police.

"Sting!"

The tires rubbed violently against the ground, and more than a dozen Jingcha got out of the car and rushed towards the restaurant.

At the first moment, they found that Ye Fan was strangling Yang Ting's neck, and Yang Ting's facial features were twisted together, and his bloodshot eyes were about to come out of his sockets, looking like he was about to be strangled to death.

Seeing this scene, the first middle-aged Jingcha's face changed greatly, and he scolded Ye Fan:

"Who are you? Don't move! Hurry up and put people down!"

......

Before, Yang Ting never thought that he was the grandson of the boss of Hong Yilong, and he would have to rely on Jing Cha to rescue.

But now, he's like a drowning man seeing a lifesaver.

However, when Ye Fan heard this, he smiled slightly and said lightly:

"Comrade, you told me not to move, and asked me to put people down, inconsistent, the difficulty coefficient is too high, I can't do it at all!"

"Presumptuous! Hurry up and put the person down, and squat down with your hands behind your back!" said the leader Jing Cha angrily.

When Ye Fan heard this, he fell into deep thought.

He knew that with his current strength, let alone a dozen or so jingcha, even if there were ten times more people, he would not be afraid at all.

However, they are an official force after all, and if they are enemies in public, I am afraid that they will bring unnecessary trouble to themselves.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan slowly let go of his right hand.

"Bang!"

Yang Ting's huge body fell to the ground with a bang, like a lost dog, and there was an obvious bruise mark on his neck.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

Yang Ting stretched out his hand to cover his neck and coughed incessantly.

His eyes were full of unprecedented fear and horror, and he looked frightened, soaked in cold sweat, as if he had walked before the ghost gate was closed.

At this time, the middle-aged Jing looked at the mess in the field, frowned, and asked in a deep voice:

"This bureau has received reports from the masses that there are people here who are picking quarrels and provoking troubles and committing violent crimes, what happened?"

Hearing this, Yang Ting first took seven or eight steps back, widening the distance between him and Ye Fan, and then the fear in his eyes turned into monstrous anger, and the wicked man complained first:

"This kid tried to murder me just now, if you come a few minutes late, I'm afraid I will be killed by him!"

......

At this time, the middle-aged Jing looked at Yang Ting's face, as if he thought of something, his pupils contracted suddenly, his body shook violently, and he asked with some uncertainty:

"Are you Yang Ting?the Yang Ting of the Hongyi Yang family?!"

"Hmph...... Even if you have some eyesight, you can recognize me!Since you know it's me, why don't you hurry up and arrest this kid!" Yang Ting gritted his teeth and said.

got an affirmative answer from Yang Ting's mouth, and the middle-aged Jingcha's face changed greatly.

Although Yang Ting has disappeared in the past few years, the prestige of the "Demon King of the Mixed World" is well-known in the Huahai Police community.

In the bureau, there are at least hundreds of cases involving Yang Ting, all of which are bloody and brutal murders and wounding cases.

However, the police have never had conclusive evidence to arrest him, and his grandfather, Yang Zhenkun, the hero of the Huahai underground world, has a huge network, so he has to let Yang Ting get away with it.

But at this moment, this lawless demon king of the mixed world became a "victim" instead, and was almost strangled to death just now.

"Whew!Whew!"

The next moment, countless eyes were all focused on Ye Fan's body, pushing him to the cusp.

The eyes of the more than ten Jing Inspectors were full of surprise, and there were even more monstrous waves in their hearts, and they were so surprised that they couldn't be overcome.

They couldn't imagine that Ye Fan, who looked inconspicuous and was not burly, could force Yang Ting to such a point!

At this time, the middle-aged Jing Cha led by Jing Cha took out two handcuffs from his pocket, walked towards the two of them, his face was gloomy, and he said word by word: "You two, both go back to the bureau with us and accept the investigation!"

"Hahaha......"

Suddenly, Yang Ting let out a burst of unbridled laughter, looked at Ye Fan and said with a cruel smile:

"Boy, I admit that your strength is beyond my imagination! But in Huahai, one acre and three points of land, no one is our Yang family's opponent!

It won't be long before I will come out with a swagger! And you, will be in prison, and I will lock you up for as long as I want! When I come out, I will take revenge on all your family, lovers, and friends around me! Because of you, they will all be involved! It's you—kill them! Hahaha......"

Yang Ting's arrogance is extremely arrogant!

Hearing this, the middle-aged Jingcha's face was full of anger, but he was helpless.

Because he knew that what Yang Ting said was true.

Even if they caught Yang Ting and the evidence was conclusive, so what?

With the status of the Hongyi Yang family in Huahai, they have the capital to flout the law and trample on the rules.

Even if their top boss, Yang Zhenkun, the leading boss of Hongyi, saw him, he had to be polite and didn't dare to offend.

Otherwise, Yang Zhenkun's order would make the entire Huahai shake.

In the face of Yang Ting's threat, Ye Fan's face was expressionless, but his eyes were cold, like the ice wind in Siberia, and he said word by word:

"Yang Ting, what do you think...... Am I really afraid to kill you?"

Hearing this, Yang Ting patted his chest and continued to provoke: "Hmph...... Stinky boy, when you are dying, you dare to be hard-mouthed! Under the noses of so many strips, you dare to kill me?"

"Come on, I'm Yang Ting, beg for killing!

......

The reason why Yang Ting is so fearless is because of those Jing Inspectors behind him.

He knew that with the strength of these Jing Cha, they couldn't stop Ye Fan at all, but they had a special identity, and once Ye Fan openly committed murder, it would be tantamount to being an enemy of the Huaxia officials and being wanted by the whole country every minute.

Who knew that at this time, the momentum on Ye Fan's body suddenly changed, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and the edge was exposed.

"Yang Ting, since you beg to kill, beg to be slaughtered, then I'll kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Fan's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of him like a ghost.

At this moment, Yang Ting's hairs stood on end, and he was terrified, and he had a strong sense of foreboding, as if the god of death had raised his sickle against his neck.

He subconsciously wanted to escape.

However, Ye Fan's right hand once again grabbed his neck.

The intense pain made Yang Ting convulse all over, unable to resist at all, and there was a possibility of suffocation at any time.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged Jingcha's face changed greatly, and he quickly took out a pistol from the holster on his waist, and aimed the muzzle of the black hole at Ye Fan's head, and shouted:

"Boy, let go of Yang Ting quickly! Otherwise, I'm going to shoot!"

Hearing this, Ye Fan's face was full of disdain, he looked at Yang Ting, who was close at hand, and said lightly:

"You shouldn't have threatened my relatives and friends! When you arrive at the Netherworld, don't forget to tell the judge that the person who killed you is called Ye Fan!"

As soon as the words fell, the murderous opportunity appeared.

Ye Fan's right hand slammed into force.

"Click!"

The sound of bones breaking was clear and resounded throughout the audience.

Surrounded by more than a dozen Jing Cha, Ye Fan twisted Yang Ting's neck without hesitation.

I saw Yang Ting's head tilted, like a deflated ball, and his limbs hung down.

Yang Ting, the demon king of the mixed world, is dead!