Returning to Biyuan, Ye Fan cooked by himself, made a delicious dinner, finished dinner with Li Sihan, Lin Shiya, and Su Lin, chatted about the pharmaceutical factory, took a shower, changed into a clean white shirt, and went out with the six daggers. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At night, Xinghai City was very lively, Ye Fan walked on the street, swaying slowly in the direction of Longting.

"Beauty, how do you sell this trench coat?" There are many girls practicing stalls on the street, and Ye Fan asked the price.

"Handsome guy, you take three hundred, waterproof. ”

Ye Fan dropped two hundred yuan and put on this coffee-colored long windbreaker.

"It's not good to get your shirt dirty, it's dirty. With a cigarette, Ye Fan shook to another stall, this is a Uyghur boss who sells waist knives, and it looks like a fake, and no one cares.

Uyghurs, who have lost their reputation by cutting cakes, have a hard time doing serious business, and the boss has no business for several nights in a row.

"You're a fake knife. Ye Fan squatted down and smoked a cigarette and said.

"Fake one pays ten!" The bearded boss opened his eyes, took a waist knife from his hand, and chopped it off with a knife on the brick under his buttocks.

The stones are splashing, and the blades are intact, and it is indeed true.

"You don't pick it, I'll try it. Ye Fan grabbed a knife, picked up a brick and held it in his hand, and in just this minute, the audience was already around.

"Look, fake or not, look at the knife!" True Qi quietly drilled into the brick through the palm of his hand.

The bricks are cracked, and the blades are open!

"No, it's a fake...... Ye Fan threw the knife to the boss, smacked his lips and said: "No wonder there is no business, I'm afraid that you are also pretending to be our Uyghur compatriots." ”

The people around pointed and pointed, shook their heads, and discussed, showing mocking looks.

"How can this be...... the boss held his knife in his voice, his face full of grief and indignation: "If you fake one pays ten, we Uyghurs do business and talk about credit!"

"Ten for one, don't be all useless fakes, how about a hundred?" Ye Fan said with a smile.

The bearded boss blushed angrily, rolled up his sleeves, pulled out a short knife, and was about to cut his arm!

"Hey, what are you anxious about, I'm just kidding. Ye Fan stopped him with a smile, "How much?"

Bahar was stunned, looking at him with a puzzled face.

"Tell me the price. Ye Fan smiled: "The knife is good." ”

"Two, two hundred. Bahar quoted a price.

"Ten handfuls!" Ye Fan pulled out a stack of brand-new banknotes from his wallet.

The sudden surprise made Bahar stammer: "This...... This ......"

The onlookers didn't know, so this was childcare, right?

Carrying ten arm-long sharp waist knives and tucking them into the pocket of his windbreaker, Ye Fan walked away with a cigarette in his mouth under the bewildered gaze of everyone.

Tonight, what is about to happen in the Dragon Pavilion has attracted the attention of all the underground forces in the entire Xinghai, this time, it is possible to change the historical course of the underworld, and even become a legend and myth on the road, but Ye Fan, as the protagonist, does not have the slightest consciousness, and is still in the mood to tease the Uyghur uncle......

In his opinion, this matter is as simple and casual as walking, even if the Huaxing Society goes out to take the head of Hua Jingtian among the ten thousand people, it is just as calm as exploring the bag and taking things.

If you can't even do this little thing, and you still have the face to say that you are the chief disciple of the Maoshan Sect? Why don't you buy a piece of tofu and crash to death......

In the parking lot of Longting High-end Club, Shen Jiayao sat in a very ordinary Mercedes-Benz car, silently watching the movement outside.

In the entire parking lot, there are at least twenty or thirty forces like her, hiding in the car and secretly snooping.

From daytime to now, five hundred and sixty Huaxing Society masters have settled in the Dragon Pavilion and are lurking.

Among these people, the two elites of the two halls of the Huaxing Society's strongest martial arts hall and killing hall are all ruthless characters with several lives, outlaws, not including Long Hao, Wu Chang, Wen Ming, Ji Wuyan, and Meng Polang, and even, among more than 500 people, there may be a master who was invited by Hua Jingtian to suppress the formation.

Such a huge lineup, just to face one person, this is unprecedented and unheard of in the history of the underworld of Xinghai!

"Miss, look. Yan Chen pouted on the avenue.

An extremely arrogant black RV drove up and stopped next to the door on the right side of Longting, the tight and impermeable window slid down, revealing a smiling face of a son, and then, the window opposite him also opened, facing the sea breeze, a soft and noble beautiful face fell into Shen Jiayao's sight.

"Dongfang Yang!" Shen Jiayao said in surprise: "Who is that woman?"

"Japanese. Tu Su, who had been silent, suddenly squeezed out two cold and hard words.

Shen Jiayao looked back at him: "Huh, how do you know?"

"Hojo Asafei, one of the controllers of the Mitsubishi Foundation, the third heir to the Hojo family, has unfathomable power. Tu Su said: "Back in Hokkaido, there was a relationship. ”

"It's not small, Dongfang Yang hooked up with her, what do you want to do?" Shen Jiayao showed a thoughtful look.

Yan Chen snorted coldly: "It's embarrassing! ”

"What time is it?" Shen Jiayao asked after thinking for a while.

"Fifteen minutes to go. Yan Chen looked at the time.

Looking up at the avenue, there was no one there, Shen Jiayao said curiously: "Why haven't you come yet?"

The audience is waiting impatiently, Ye Fan has not yet appeared on the stage, does he dare to come?

"Miss, do you want him to come?" Tu Su's question stopped Shen Jiayao.

As if to hide something, Shen Jiayao hugged her arms and said disdainfully: "Hmph, dog eats dog, of course I'm happy to watch the show!"

"He's coming, he will. Tu Su said lightly.

"You know again?"

Tu Su said: "Because, a person like him, takes affection very seriously. ”

"Really?" Shen Jiayao responded to his words absentmindedly, and her thoughts drifted to that night, the heavy rain, the night that made her desperate for a while......

"Young Master Dongfang, will he really come?" " Concubine Hojo pressed the window and looked at Dongfang Yang in front of her with a smile.

Dongfang Yang said confidently: "Of course, Miss Mafei, you will see him soon." ”

"We'll see. Hojo Asahi picked up the teacup in front of her and took a small sip.

After only a few sips of a cup of tea, the cold in the carriage suddenly hit people!

Qingsha Yumei's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and her body was full of killing intent that was cold to freezing, and she stared at the figure who was strolling leisurely from a few hundred meters away.

"It's coming!" Dongfang Yang's face was full of excitement and closed the window glass.

The figure walked slowly along the seaside avenue in the direction of the Dragon Pavilion Gate, the sea breeze blew the hem of the windbreaker, and the figure was so chic and calm.

Hojo Asafei's soft eyes shone brightly, and ripples of surprise floated.

"Miss. Yan Chen looked at the shadow on the road, and his voice trembled slightly.

Here he is, he is!

Tu Su was right, he was alone, and there was no helper by his side, just like taking a walk after eating a full meal, with a little spark flashing next to his mouth, and he walked slowly here.

What a madman!

There were already hundreds of masters in ambush in the Dragon Pavilion Club, and he dared to go to the meeting alone!

In addition to the shock, Yan Chen only had deep respect in his heart, it stands to reason that such a person is either a madman or a fool, of course Ye Fan is not, only a person who is quite sure of his own strength will make such an inhuman choice.

A hot current stirred in his heart, and that arrogant and casual figure actually awakened Yan Chen's pride and enthusiasm, and he couldn't wait to follow him, enter the Dragon Pavilion, and fight bloody, then it was enjoyable.

Shen Jiayao muttered, "He's really not afraid of death?"

"Because he knows who will die. "Tu Su has a lot of words tonight, not at all like him who is indifferent and silent on weekdays.

Shen Jiayao stared at Ye Fan's tall figure getting closer and closer, and lost her mind.

At this moment, more than ever, it made her heart tremble, that man, only he is the real man, that fearless, calm, smiling at the wind and clouds, arrogant and domineering, there is no second person in the world who can compare......

In the carriages that had been waiting for a long time in the parking lot, the heads of all the gangs and societies stretched their necks and widened their eyes, for fear of missing Ye Fan's steps and expressions.

Awesome!

Crazy!

One person singles out the entire Huaxing Society, is this still human!

Is he the reincarnation of the god of war?

No matter how strong he is, he can't be stronger than a bullet! Besides, no one saw what weapon he was carrying.

In this way, smoking a cigarette, I came to the pocket that was laid out by others.

Stop!

He stopped.

Everyone was watching, and they didn't dare to blink their eyes.

Ye Fan reached out and touched his pocket.

What are you doing?

No, it's just a phone.

"I'm here, you can do it over there. I've done you a great favor, how can you thank me then......?"

No one heard what he said, and after a brief call, Ye Fan walked into the Dragon Pavilion Club.

"Went in, he really went in......," Shen Jiayao said in a lost voice.

Will this advance be dead or alive? What will be the outcome, who can predict?

The group of greetings at the door whose facial muscles had stiffened, put on a sad face, and Mu was stunned to watch him swagger into the lobby.

Looking around, Ye Fan's extremely arrogant and domineering voice came out of his mouth, like an aftersound, floating in the corner space of the entire hall: "Hua Jingtian, have you washed it up?" Uncle Ye has come to take your life, and you haven't come out to kneel and lick and beg for mercy!"

In front of the lobby, on the sofa in the leisure area, nearly a hundred fierce figures in black clothes stood together, and the boundless evil aura and anger quietly spread, and the sword light was dazzling like a mirror.

There is no reception staff at the front desk, and tonight's Dragon Pavilion deliberately vacates the venue for them, and the battle is won or lost.

"Kill!" The bald man standing in the middle of the crowd swung the Guan Gong big knife into the air, his eyes full of anger!

"Kill!" Countless cries exploded, echoing several times in the hall.

Outside the Dragon Pavilion, the doors of the cars were opened one after another, and the nervous faces looked into the lobby with a look of horror.

Even the underworld heroes who had seen the big scene were shocked by the black tide and their scalps were numb, and the black crowd, wrapped in piercing knives, burst out with a violent momentum that devoured everything and destroyed everything, and frantically rushed to the main entrance.

In the storm, the figure standing at the door of the lobby stood with his hands in his hands, standing still!

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