miled: "I said, why you don't like what I said about Mu It turns out you like that Mo girl. No wonder, she is indeed very beautiful. Even compared to my sister, she is a million miles apart. I'm afrai...Ye Fan didn't even glance at the field mice and others, he just nimbly dodged their attacks. His movements were like flowing clouds and water, indescribably beautiful. It was as if he walked through a forest of flowers without getting a single petal on him.

After lunch, several of the field mice were exhausted and gasping for breath, almost collapsing to the ground. However, Ye Fan remained calm and composed, standing still. Not even a single piece of his clothing had been touched by them.

Ye Fan smiled and looked at the equally panting field mouse, saying, "Do you still want to fight"

The field mouse's legs suddenly went limp, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud, panting heavily, unable to utter a word.

Ye Fan frowned, looking at the bear-like figure before him. He crossed his arms and turned to look at Wang Xiaoyang, with a similar smile, he said: "Just now, Young Master Wang said he wanted to beat me until my mother wouldn't recognize me."

Wang Xiaoyang trembled all over, forcing himself not to collapse on the spot. He forced a smile and said, “No, no, I was just joking. There’s one million here, please accept it.” After Wang Xiaoyang finished speaking, he trembled and took out a gold card from his pocket.

This was his go-to move, a tried-and-true tactic he used all the time. In his eyes, everything had a price. He hired field mice to do his bidding, just like he would pay for a fight or even murder. As long as he could afford it, he believed he deserved whatever he wanted.

He saw that Ye Fan did not object to him putting the card into his sleeve pocket. Only then did Wang Xiaoyang breathe a sigh of relief. He thought he was some kind of big shot, but it turned out he was just a money-grubbing fool. However, as long as he liked money, Wang Xiaoyang could use money to knock him out, or even kill him.

Ye Fan looked strangely at Wang Xiaoyang putting the card in his pocket. He said sarcastically, "Why did you put the card in my pocket Do you think that if you do this, I won't beat you up until your own mother wouldn't recognize you"

Wang Xiaoyang was almost crying. What kind of person is this They actually took the money and said those cold, heartless words with a straight face, and they even wanted him to do it himself

Thinking about his handsome face being beaten into a pig's head by Ye Fan, it was simply unbearable pain for Wang Xiaoyang. This was absolutely unacceptable! This was the capital he used to pick up girls in the future. Without this handsome face, how could he show his face in public anymore

Wang Xiaoyang thought the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. He took advantage of Ye Fan's inattention and immediately turned his body, running away with all his might.

However, compared to Ye Fan who possesses the residual shadow fist, his speed was simply courting death. Ye Fan merely flashed once and arrived before him, like an eagle carrying a chick, he lifted his collar and threw him in front of Tian Shu. These people, including the thirteen subordinates Tian Shu brought, none of them could even think of running away.

These people all looked at Ye Fan with eyes full of fear. In their eyes, this man who always had a smile on his face was simply their nightmare.

Ye Fan kicked the groundhog feigning death, saying, "You go up and beat that surnamed Wang into a pig's head, and I'll let you off. How about it"

Hearing this, Wang Xiaoyang was shocked. To be beaten to a pulp would be a death sentence for him.

The field mouse was trembling all over, though he was terrified. However, he clearly knew the field mouse's identity. If he really beat him into a pig's head, he probably wouldn't be able to hang out in Linhai anymore. So he shook his head like a tambourine.

“You’re quite eloquent for someone who looks like you. I guess I'll have to beat some sense into you.” After Ye Fan finished speaking, he started throwing punches with his left and right hooks. Each punch was just a light tap on Tian Shu’s face, but even so, his face quickly swelled up, looking like a pig’s head from afar.

The sight of the field mouse, and its occasional heart-wrenching screams, filled everyone present with fear.

Ye Fan frowned, displeasure evident in his tone: "You may be beaten to a pulp, but I didn't go all out. Are you really that hurt Stop making such a fuss and trying to gain sympathy. If you don't stop, I swear I'll cut your tongue out."

This move really worked. The field mouse who was crying on the ground immediately stopped, only looking at Ye Fan with an extremely resentful gaze, as if to say: Can't I even cry out People are in pain!

"Alright, you eleven remaining ones, organize yourselves into pairs of two. We're going to have a rock-paper-scissors tournament!" Ye Fan suddenly said excitedly.

Those little brothers all looked at Ye Fan with bewildered eyes.

Ye Fan frowned again, and this action made everyone's heart skip a beat. Wouldn't this devil be looking for someone else to vent their anger on

"It seems like you guys are reluctant." As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, the remaining underlings quickly formed five small groups. Another underling remained alone, searching around anxiously. He was terrified, wondering if he was about to be beaten into a pig's head by this devil.

Then, he put on a mournful face and said: “I want to be in the same group as Young Master Wang.”

Ye Fan shook his head and smiled: "No, no, Young Master Wang is of noble status, how can you be in the same group as him Don't worry, you go alone, directly promoted to the next round, waiting for the next competition."

Everyone looked at Ye Fan with puzzled eyes. What kind of competition was this devil trying to pull off

Ye Fan shouted: "I'll set the rules, rock-paper-scissors tournament. The winner advances, the loser is eliminated. The final champion gets a big prize! Okay, now the competition begins!"

Although they were still full of doubts, they finally understood that the devil wanted them to play this game. Anyone could do it. Could it be that the devil would let the last winner go and not turn him into a pig's head

The young ones were very excited, giving it their all. After intense competition, a brand new champion emerged, ready to take the stage.

The younger brother was so excited that he almost started thanking the audience, the TV, the people, and the Party right there. He could finally stop being beaten up like a pig.

Ye Fan, however, patted his shoulder with a smile and said, "Not bad. As a reward for winning the championship, I decided to let you beat Wang Xiaoyang into a pig's head. Go!"

That younger man was stunned. Unlike his boss, the mole, he didn't know Wang Xiaoyang well. He was just a small soldier under his boss, and in normal times, he wouldn't have had the chance to meet these people.

And Wang Xiaoyang has always only dealt with Dashu in a single line. His subordinates rarely saw Wang Xiaoyang, and now Dashu was beaten into a pig's head. No one came out to speak for Wang Xiaoyang, so the subordinate hesitated slightly before rubbing his fists and rushing towards Wang Xiaoyang.

If one doesn't act for themselves, heaven will punish them and earth will destroy them. That little brother thought to himself, "Who cares who you are, I'll beat you up first and then talk."

To the Reader:

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