Urban Madness

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Although Ye Fan's voice was silent, it contained infinite self-confidence, which made people want to believe.

"Really?"

A strange color flashed in Yang Yuwei's beautiful eyes, staring straight at his face, and muttered: "Xiao Fan, can you really protect me, just like when I was a child?"

"Of course!" Ye Fan nodded, his voice firm.

The brilliant lights of the banquet hall shone on his side face. The outlines of his facial features were more angular than those in junior high school, but the gleaming light in his eyes looked like a teenager.

This ray of light, to Yang Yuwei, was like a dawn tearing through the darkness.

The slap just now carried all her future. Once she slapped it, she would not be able to get along in the entertainment circle of the country.

Even if she managed to escape from the banquet hall, as Yano Hiroshi, it would be easy to find the underground organization for help.

But now, Ye Fan's words gave her a glimmer of hope, even if it was very slim, she was willing to gamble with everything she could.

The next moment, Yang Yuwei turned around, no longer thinking about running away, but facing Yano Hiroshi with her head upright.

At this time, Yano Hiroshi also recovered from the confusion.

"Smelly girl, how dare you beat Lao Tzu?!"

Yano Hiroshi let out a hysterical roar, his eyes were cracked, his facial features twisted together, his vicious look, like a **** ghost, was creepy.

In fact, Yang Yuwei's slap did not cause serious physical trauma to him.

However, as Yano Hiroshi, in full view, it was extremely embarrassing to be slapped by a little-known model.

If this matter spreads out, then he will become the laughing stock of the entire upper class.

"Bigga!"

Yano Hiroshi yelled, and could not take his demeanor into consideration anymore. He completely tore his face, stared at Yang Yuwei fiercely, and gritted his teeth and said: "You sordid and dirty Chinese watchman, I want to sell you to the kiln and let a hundred people It's your turn!!!"

"Presumptuous! You, a jumping clown, dare to show off in front of me?"

Ye Fan sneered, his eyes sharp as a sword, and he said every word: "Yuwei is my friend. Even if your emperor comes, you have to be polite to her! Otherwise-I will demolish the Imperial Palace and wash it with blood. Royal family!"

...

"boom!"

As soon as this statement came out, it was like a blockbuster hitting the calm water surface, stirring up a thousand waves, and causing an uproar in the court.

Ye Fan did not deliberately lower his voice, and dozens of powerful and powerful people around him heard clearly.

Demolished the Imperial Palace? Bloodbath the royal family?

What a joke!

Even the most reckless fanatic would not dare to say such disrespectful words in the public.

"Huh... Where did the wild boy dare to be disrespectful to the royal family, don't you know how to write the word'death'?"

"I have seen arrogant people, I have never seen such arrogant people, the best death award of the year is none other than him!"

"In my opinion, this kid is mad!"

For a time, many bigwigs in the field criticized Ye Fan one after another.

Wen Zilun was also shocked, never expected Ye Fan to be so bold.

At this time, he can only immediately state his position and set aside his relationship with Ye Fan in order to stay out of the matter.

Thinking of this, Wen Zilun pointed at Ye Fan and cursed: "Boy, who used your courage to dare to blaspheme the royal family, do you really think you are Ye Beichen?"

Ye Beichen? !

Yano Hiroshi, who was arrogant and arrogant before, shuddered as if being poured cold water. Shaking all over.

The expressions of the other big guys also changed drastically, looking at Ye Fan with jealous eyes, shuddering, holding their breath, not even daring to let out the atmosphere.

Few people have seen Ye Beichen in the huge Japanese country, only the masters of the martial arts world, the four great chaebols, the four great families, and some cabinet members.

Although many guests in the banquet hall had heard of Ye Beichen's name, they had never seen him in person, and they were not sure about Ye Fan's identity.

At this time, Yano summoned his courage and asked tremblingly: "Xiao Wen, does this kid have anything to do with Ye Beichen?"

"Chairman Yano, just this stinky boy... how can you get involved with such a master! The only connection between the two is the surname Ye! But his name is Ye Fan, not Ye Beichen!"

In the end, Wen Zilun gave Ye Fan a fierce look, his eyes seemed to say--

Just rely on you to have the surname Ye?

After hearing Wen Zilun's explanation, Yano Hiroshi let out a sigh of relief and secretly gave a false alarm.

If the kid in front of him is really Ye Beichen, then he is already kneeling on the ground, wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

However, it's just the same surname, what does this count?

What's more, in Yano Hiroshi's opinion, a peerless powerhouse like Ye Beichen must have his own aura, and the tiger's body will exude a domineering atmosphere when he shakes his body. How can he be dressed up like this?

Thinking of this, Yano Hiro’s eyes flashed a vicious look, looked at Ye Fan in the distance, gritted his teeth and said: "Smelly boy, I was so scared to death, I was almost bluffed by you. Did you just want to fake Ye? Beichen?"

"Not pretending!"

Ye Fan shook his head, then straightened his chest, revealing an aura of disdain for the crowd, and said loudly:

"I am Ye Beichen!"

...

His voice pierced through the clouds and cracked rocks, deafening, as if falling from the Nine Heavens Profound Realm, surpassing all living beings.

For a while, there was silence in the venue, and the needle drop was audible, and there was deathly silence.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!"

Countless guests turned their heads to look at him, their eyes full of sarcasm and contempt, as if they were looking at an idiot.

"a ha ha ha……"

Suddenly, Yano Hiroshi seemed to have heard some big joke, and laughed unscrupulously, and said: "Smelly boy, you are still breathing when you say you are fat! You are Ye Beichen, then I am still Amaterasu!"

Then, a roar of laughter broke out in the entire banquet hall:

"Tsk tsk... I didn't expect that this kid is not only a dick, but also a pretending offender, pretending to be addicted!"

"People Ye Beichen, but a peerless powerhouse, even Sword Saint Lord is not an opponent! This kid with thin arms and legs, I'm afraid he can't kill a chicken!"

"Huh! Does he really treat us as fools? If he is Ye Beichen, I will eat **** for the next year!"

Almost everyone mocked Ye Fan and didn't believe his words at all.

At this time, Yano Hiroshi hooked his finger at him again, and said unscrupulously: "Boy, if you are really Ye Beichen, how could you have been talking nonsense with me for so long, you can kill me with one move! Come on, hit me! !"

When Ye Fan saw this, his face sinking like water, shook his head and said, "The brain is a good thing, but unfortunately you don't have it! Killing a mentally retarded and incompetent child like you will only dirty my hands!"

Ye Fan's voice was flat and straightforward, without any turbulence, as if it was expounding some natural facts.

But the more plain, the more angered Yano Hiroshi.

"Ho **** ho ho!"

Yano Hiroshi uttered a low growl deep in his throat, full of anger as if he was about to burn and boil, and could no longer hold it back. He raised his fist and rushed towards Ye Fan while shouting:

"Fucky boy, go to death!"

Although Yano Hiroshi is not a master of martial arts, the punch he punched in his anger was so swift and violent that ordinary people could not stop him, and he might be beaten to the ground on the spot.

However, in Ye Fan's eyes, he was crawling slowly like a snail, with flaws all over his body, and he couldn't withstand a single blow.

"Kneel me down!"

Ye Fan yelled, and then stretched out his right palm, as if in an instant it turned into a ten thousand mountains, smashing against Yano Hiroshi's head with the momentum of Mount Tai.

"boom!"

Yano Hiroshi had no time to react at all. He didn't even know what was going on. He only felt a heart-piercing pain hit, rushing to the limbs, every inch of skin, every muscle, every bone, it seemed to be The high-speed train ran over.

Not just him, everyone in the court felt that there was a flower in front of them, and they couldn't see Ye Fan's movements at all.

It was not until the next moment that an incredible scene appeared in their sight-

Looking intently, Yano Hiroshi was kneeling on the ground, his knees seemed to be welded to the ground forcibly, and red blood gurgled out. Under the violent impact, his kneecap was obviously broken.

What is even more frightening is that dense cobweb patterns were cracked on the solid ground, as if it had been bombed by a rain of bullets.

The power of a palm is terrifying!

It is simply not a power that humans can possess!