"If you want me to call someone, I will give you a happy time."

Ye Fan simply said: "I informed all the media and called as much as I could."

After he knew the incident, he sent a message to Dugu Shang and immediately got the gambling video from the monitoring room.

Yang Boji's face changed drastically and he hurriedly called, but no one answered the surveillance room. Obviously something was really wrong.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as Tang Ruoxue was about to press the last number, Ye Feiyang endured the severe pain on his face and roared.

Tang Ruoxue looked at him coldly.

Ye Feiyang, who had been calm, finally showed a hint of reluctance: "Get out of the way and let them go..." When he saw Yang Bodu's panic, he knew that the consequences of fighting to the death were serious.

Ye Fan shouted: "Apology!"

Ye Feiyang touched the corner of his mouth, and then spoke to Tang Ruoxue: "I'm sorry."

"A pair of hands are missing!"

Ye Fan's figure flashed, and he immediately arrived in front of Yang Po, and his hands were clicked.

Break! The rules of the world, breaking hands, slandering hands.

"Ah--" Yang Biaochao screamed, and then he held it tightly.

"Walk!"
Chapter completed!