Nangong Qiu took out a spray gun, looked forward and stabbed Ye Fan in the head, roaring murderously:

"How dare you touch my woman? Are you scared of a leopard?"

He breathed out the smell of alcohol: "Kneel down and kowtow, or I'll kill you!"

He also took advantage of the situation and kicked Ye Fan.

"act recklessly!"

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed and his sharp edge was revealed.

His right hand held open the barrel of the gun that was being poked, and his left hand held the belt that was holding Nangong Qiu.

An overlord lifts the cauldron.

Ye Fan lifted the 200-pound guy high above his head, and then slammed it against Daben's windshield.

Extremely fast!

"boom!"

The windshield shattered with a loud noise.

Nangong Qiu fell into it miserably, his body covered with glass shards and blood stains, and he was so painful that he forgot to scream.

Everyone present also had their mouths wide open, but their throats were so deep that they could no longer make any sound.

They never thought that Ye Fan would dare to take action in this situation, and it seemed that it would be easy to deal with Nangong Qiu.

"how so?"

The smile on Liu Qinghuan's face also disappeared, and her eyes were full of surprise.

After a moment of silence, Nangong Jingli felt as if he had been electrocuted.

In unusually neat movements, they drew their weapons and pointed them at Ye Fan.

A mixture of anger and shock.

Nangong Qiu climbed out of the car and shouted: "Dare you touch me? Spray him to death——"

"Woo——"

At this moment, another motorcade hurriedly drove over, ignoring the crowd and heading straight in.

Nangong Elite had to get out of the way.

Nangong Zhuang and the others wanted to get angry, but they calmed down after seeing the car and license plate clearly.

Liu Qinghuan also widened his eyes:

Martial alliance!

Then she became excited again. She didn't expect Nangong Qiu to be so powerful, so she called Wu Meng over to help.

In this case, Ye Fan is completely dead.

Nangong Qiu also patted his head proudly, thinking that the head of the family had invited the Martial Alliance's killer weapon.

"boom--"

The Wumeng convoy quickly stopped in front, and thirty-six Wumeng masters emerged first.

Then, a middle-aged man with white hair appeared.

Ignoring the rain and the gaze, he walked a few steps quickly, and then knelt down with a plop in front of Ye Fan.

"The sinner Wu Jiuzhou, come and die!"

Thirty-six martial arts masters then knelt down:

"The Jincheng Martial Arts League has met the young master!"

The sound echoed throughout the audience.

Young Master of the Martial Alliance?

"ah--"

Liu Qinghuan and the others tightly covered their mouths to prevent them from screaming.
Chapter completed!