A club waving in the crowd.

"Pu! Pu!"

Amid a series of crisp sounds, more than a dozen southerners screamed and fell to the ground, either with their hands broken or their feet broken.

Blood was flowing on the ground.

Tang Yanxi couldn't believe it. He didn't expect Ye Fan to be so fierce and even more angry. Why should Ye Fan call Mr. Banjin?

Jin Zhihao smelled the danger and shouted at the bodyguard: "Go!"

More than a dozen southern bodyguards rushed towards Ye Fan immediately.

"Bang bang bang--" Ye Fan waved his club forward without reducing his momentum, not afraid of the large and round bodyguards in the South.

Two minutes later, more than a dozen bodyguards were thrown to the ground by Ye Fan. The three of them instinctively wanted to touch the gun, but Ye Fan even broke their joints.

The middle-aged man in black who could compete with Nangong Yan moved his footsteps to Ye Fan, and then a series of Wing Chun punches were deployed.

The wind is sharp.

But before Jin Zhihao and the others were happy, Ye Fan kicked him away for more than ten meters.

The middle-aged man in black fainted like a dead dog.

Unrivaled.

Looking at Ye Fan's face approaching step by step and the violent aura filled with his face, Jin Zhihao was completely frightened.

He moved back in panic and said, "Boy, I will make you doomed if you hurt us."
Chapter completed!