They could not accept that the black dog, like a hob, was as afraid of Ye Fan as a little lamb.

"Thank you for sending me labor."

Ye Fan patted the cockerel's cheek: "Is there anyone else? They call me here."

The cock man reacted. Although he didn't know why his cousin was so afraid of Ye Fan, he could still guess that Ye Fan's identity was not simple.

He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Jia Wenjing shouted to her companions: "Go."

Five or six people turned around and were about to leave.

"Who told you to leave?"

Ye Fan smiled faintly: "You think this is a vegetable market, and if you want to show off your power, do you show off your power?"

Zhang Daqiang tilted his head slightly, and several workers carried hammers on it, and smashed the business car into pieces with a few bangs.

"Don't go too far."

Jia Wenjing was so scared that her face was pale, but she still looked fierce and yelled:

"Don't think that you can scare a few gangsters, just to scare me Jia Wenjing. I am a Shen family of medicinal herbs."

"How can I smash my car and how can I compensate me for it."

Jia Wenjing looked harsh and weak: "Otherwise, this matter will never end."

"Shen's medicinal materials are so powerful."

Ye Fan took out his cell phone and called out:

"Chen Yunfeng, come here to carry bricks for me..."

Jia Wenjing scoffed, thinking that Ye Fan was pretending. How could he know the eldest son of the group if he opened a clinic? Why did he let him move bricks?

In less than thirty minutes, a Maserati rushed over.

The car parked in front of the clinic, the door opened, and Chen Yunfeng ran out in a hurry:

"Brother Fan, where are the bricks we moved?"
Chapter completed!