Urban Madness

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"Wen Zilun, stop!"

Although Ye Fan's voice did not ring, it was like the emperor's forgiveness, and no resistance was allowed.

Wen Zilun heard that his body seemed to be petrified, he couldn't step out of his legs at all, and his forehead was full of cold sweat.

At the same time, the eyes of the audience focused on him, pushing him to the cusp of the storm, unable to drive away.

In desperation, Wen Zilun could only bite the bullet and turned around, looking at Ye Fan from a distance, with a smile on his face that was uglier than crying, and said: "Ye...Master Ye, do you have any instructions?"

"Humph!"

Ye Fan sneered, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He jokingly said, "Young Master Wen, I can't afford the name'Grandmaster'. You just took a bite of a'Smelly Boy', didn't you call it quite joyous?"

Ye Fan's voice was flat and straightforward, without any waves, but between the lines, there was a murderous expression.

Wen Zilun subconsciously gave a shock, and his spine became cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

Even though the blood stains on the ground have been cleaned up, but thinking of the scene of Ye Fan killing people with his fingers, only the fear deep in his bones remains in his heart.

"thump!"

In the next moment, Wen Zilun did not hesitate, knelt on the ground with his knees soft, and for the first time in his life abandoned all pride and dignity.

But compared with life, what kind of **** and face, what is it?

"Master Ye, I look down on people and don't know gold inlaid jade! I beg you to see that we are all friends of Yuwei, let me make a living!" Wen Zilun cried with a snot and tears. Begging.

However, when he heard his words, Ye Fan's eyes became sharper, and his voice was as cold as the Siberian wind: "Huh...Wen Zilun, your face is really thicker than the city wall, and you are embarrassed to Tiyuwei? Who was it just now? Want Yuwei to stay with Yano Hiroshi?"

This sharp questioning, like an invisible sword, pierced Wen Zilun's chest, his lips moved, and for a while he didn't know what to say.

At this moment, Ye Fan turned around again, looked at Deng Jiaojiao in the distance, and said coldly: "And you, and Wen Zilun are the same, I don't want to see you two again!"

In the next half of the sentence, Ye Fan said to Prince Mingde.

"Zongshi Ye, I understand, I will send someone to do it!" Prince Mingde said, waved his hand, and motioned to several royal guards to take the two away.

"Ahhhhhh!" Deng Jiaojiao let out a hysterical scream and shouted: "Yuwei, save me! We are good friends... Don't let them take me away, you help me plead with Master Ye what!"

Yang Yuwei frowned when she heard the cry for help, but she groaned for a moment, but she still didn't say a word.

She is not a heartless person, but she is not an unprincipled fool.

In the situation just now, she didn't expect Wen Zilun and Deng Jiaojiao to stand up for herself, even if the two remained silent, she would now plead with Ye Fan.

However, the two asked her to accompany Yano Hiroshi, obviously pushing her into the fire pit!

People can be humble like dust, not twisted like maggots!

Soon, Wen Zilun and Deng Jiaojiao were dragged out by the royal guards.

When the two of them fell to this end, it was considered to be self-inflicted and to blame.

...

At this moment, Prince Mingde walked quickly to Ye Fan, owed his body, and said in a low voice: "Master Ye, it is not convenient to speak here, I have prepared a private room upstairs!"

"Yeah!" Ye Fan nodded, then pointed to Yang Yuwei and said; "This is my friend. If you want to enter the entertainment industry, please help arrange it!"

"Understood!" Prince Mingde nodded repeatedly, then looked at Yang Yuwei and asked: "This respectable lady, it happens that our country is going to be selected as a tourism ambassador recently. The endorsement fee is 500 million yuan a year. Are you interested?"

"Five...500 million?!" Yang Yuwei stammered, as if she couldn't believe it.

Five hundred million Japanese yuan, converted into Chinese coins, is a huge amount of thirty million, which is an astronomical figure for her, which can instantly improve her life.

And the tourism image ambassador of the country has extraordinary political significance. Even those big-name queens have to grab their heads. If she can make her debut with this, her path in the entertainment industry will be bright in the future.

Happiness came too suddenly, Yang Yuwei stayed there, not knowing what to say for a while.

However, her silence caused Prince Mingde to be wrong and said again: "Miss Yang, if you think the endorsement fee is too low, you can still discuss it!"

"Enough is enough!" Yang Yuwei waved her hand quickly, looking flattered.

Before that, she could hardly imagine that a big figure like the royal prince would treat herself so respectfully.

And all of this was brought to her by Ye Fan.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yuwei looked at Ye Fan and Prince Mingde walking towards the second floor with extremely grateful eyes.

...

On the second floor of the clubhouse, in a spacious box.

The decoration of the box is not luxurious, it presents a simple and natural style. Only those who really know how to do it will find that every decoration inside is not ordinary.

Hanging on the walls are ancient paintings from the Edo period. The tea cups and dishes are all good antiques from the Heian period. Even the wooden floor on the ground has undergone more than a dozen anti-corrosion and earthquake-proof treatments.

It can be said that the price of the furnishings in this room is enough to buy a high-end apartment in the bustling area of ​​Tokyo.

At this moment, Ye Fan and Prince Mingde were sitting on the table, tasting the most authentic kaiseki cuisine of the country.

"Master Ye, this kaiseki cuisine is a characteristic of our country. What we pay attention to is'not tempting with aroma, but with spirituality as the realm.' It is developed by following the Zen thought, and it has gained the beauty of'clean heart cuisine'. "As he said, Prince Mingde made a "please" action.

Ye Fan nodded when he heard the words, and then moved his chopsticks.

He has long heard that this kaiseki cuisine not only pays attention to the taste, but also the artistic conception. In addition to the ingredients, the kaiseki cuisine pursues the beauty of the space shaped by the utensils, seats, gardens, hanging scroll paintings, and vases. Skilled technology.

What's even more commendable is that each dish is made after the guests order, reflecting the freshness and taste of its dishes.

After a while, the two were full of wine and food.

Ye Fan didn't say much, and straightforwardly said, "Prince Mingde, I won't talk too much nonsense! How do you, the Royal Family of the Japanese Kingdom, plan to compensate me?"

Ye Fan's tone was extremely tough and aggressive.

Rao was that Prince Mingde had prepared in advance, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

In his opinion, it was Ye Fan who caused the tsunami, bloodbathed the entire martial arts world, killed the sword sage source Musashi, and made Mount Fuji a hundred meters short!

It would be good for the Japanese to not hold Ye Fan accountable, but now, Ye Fan actively demanded compensation from them.

For a time, Prince Mingde gave birth to unprecedented resentment and grievance.

However, the situation is stronger than that of people, and I have to bow my head.

In this world, the law of the jungle follows the law of the jungle.

Now, Ye Fan suppressed a country with invincible posture, and the huge Japanese country could not find anyone who could match it.

No matter how angry Prince Mingde was, he was powerless and could only bow his head and proclaim himself.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and forced a grudging smile on his face as he was about to speak.

"boom!"

At this moment, an unspeakable atmosphere of terror emerged without warning, covering the entire box.

In an instant, Prince Mingde's face turned pale, his chest seemed to be pressed against a huge mountain, and he was almost out of breath.

And the pleasant expression on Ye Fan's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by solemnity.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of black mist poured in from all directions.

The huge box is invisible, and the deep darkness is like a black hole symbolizing death, capable of swallowing everything in the world.

This is obviously an extremely clever magical power!

"Who is pretending to be a ghost, get out of here!" Ye Fan shouted loudly, sounding like a bell, containing the power to deter evil spirits.

In the next moment, an old, hoarse and majestic voice seemed to come from Jiuyou Hell: "Excuse me...Is it your Excellency Ye Beichen?"

"It's me! Who are you and what do you want?" Ye Fan asked sharply.

"His Excellency Ye Beichen, I will bring you a word on the order of the great priest of Ise Shrine-within three days, get out of the country of Japan, otherwise, kill without mercy!"