"Dear passengers, Kyoto Beihang reminds Ning that Kyoto Airport has arrived, please ...... passengers"

With the affectionate and gentle flight attendant prompts, the plane landed slowly.

In economy class, on the window seat, Ye Fan slowly opened his eyes.

Chasing and intercepting everyone in the Chang family all the way really consumed a lot of his energy, and taking advantage of the time to take the plane, Ye Fan cultivated for a long time.

Stepping off the plane, Ye Fan stretched.

The huge amount of money hidden by the Chang family in the Swiss bank was transferred away by Ye Fan, and the people who escaped overseas of the Chang family were led by Ye Fan to kill each other, and there was only one book shop left to support the Chang family.

However, the Scholar Workshop is only a place for the Chang family to gather talents, and the Chang family has fallen apart, and the Scholar Workshop has no meaning.

Even because of the demise of the Chang family, Shuxiangfang may not be able to survive on its own.

Ye Fan shook his head, he didn't plan to uproot the Scholarly Workshop, and waved his hand, Ye Fan took a taxi to the Tianchang Villa area.

Tianchang Villa is a villa purchased by Tang Jianrui himself, although it is not as famous and expensive as the Guangming community, but it is also a top villa area in Kyoto.

"Young man, do you live in Tianchang Community?"

The driver looked at Ye Fan, who was sitting in the back, and asked a little strangely.

"Questions?"

Ye Fan frowned slightly, curious.

"Today's young people are really young and promising, and the Tianchang community is all lived by rich people. The master sneered and drove away.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the gate of Tianchang Community, and in the still suspicious eyes of the driver, Ye Fan walked into the community slowly.

"It's really strange, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a rich second generation, is it really a boss with a successful career?" The driver shook his head in confusion, turned around and drove away.

Tianchang community is divided into five parts, with sixteen independent luxury villas in the southeast, northwest and northwest, and a public leisure area in the middle, with all kinds of entertainment in the pool mall.

Tang Jianrui's villa is located in a quiet place in the eastern district, and the reason why Ye Fan did not refuse Tang Jianrui's kindness is precisely because of the elegant and quiet environment here.

Ye Fan, who returned to China, was naturally to satisfy the old man's wishes, and the second was to relax and relax.

In the community, Ye Fan walked leisurely and began to think carefully about the hidden clues.

Drip!

The piercing and sharp whistle suddenly exploded behind Ye Fan, Ye Fan frowned slightly, moved his steps, and sideways dodged a black off-road vehicle whistling by.

"Get out of the way!"

When Ye Fan was about to continue walking, another sharp shout exploded behind him.

A Lamborghini blue flame turned into a blue afterimage, speeding past Ye Fan, and the gusts of wind blew Ye Fan's clothes hunting.

"Feelings: This is to treat the community as a drag racing field!"

Twice in a row, Ye Fan's calm mood finally turned into a trace of anger.

Didi!

Coincidentally, another global limited edition black Ferrari came after him, and in the driver's seat was a young man with yellow hair and a fanatical face.

"Hurry up and get out of here!"

Seeing Ye Fan standing on the road, the yellow-haired young man shouted and scolded loudly while honking the horn.

"Hehe, the mud bodhisattva also has a temper, it's really air when I'm air!"

Ye Fan sneered, turned around slowly, and looked at the approaching sports car with an expressionless face.

"You're fucking deaf!

The yellow-haired young man stuck his head out of the window, glared at Ye Fan angrily, and scolded fiercely.

It's just that Ye Fan stood firmly in the middle of the road as if his feet were rooted, and he didn't mean to avoid it.

"Drafted! If you want to find a dead man, you will be fulfilled!"

The yellow-haired young man twisted his eyebrows, his face was full of fierceness, not only did he not step on the brakes to slow down, but instead stepped on the accelerator with a heavy foot, and the already super-fast sports car instantly broke through the limit and crashed into Ye Fan with a roar.

"Hmph! Even if you die, the old man will wipe his ass!"

The distance was getting closer and closer, and a layer of perverted red madness suddenly appeared on the face of the yellow-haired young man.

Rumble!

In an instant, Ferrari rushed in front of Ye Fan.

Through the car window, Ye Fan could even clearly see the madness of the yellow-haired young man's eyes and his trembling body with excitement.

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

The yellow-haired young man shouted angrily and stepped on the accelerator to the limit.

Shout!

Just as the yellow-haired young man was waiting for Ye Fan to be hit with blood, Ye Fan in front of the car suddenly disappeared, as if teleporting.

"Get down!"

The yellow-haired young man's eyes darkened, and before he could react, he felt a powerful force pull him violently and pulled him off the driver's seat.

When the yellow-haired young man opened his eyes again, he had already been thrown to the ground by Ye Fan with one hand, and his whole body was like a fracture, and the pain was weak.

Rumble!

The driverless Ferrari crashed into the nearest villa in an unstoppable manner, instantly erupting with an earth-shattering roar that kicked up a huge amount of smoke.

Sirens, roars, explosions are incessant.

The silence of the villa area was completely broken, and many villa residents rushed out of their homes in panic, unaware and even thought that there had been an earthquake.

"What just happened?"

The yellow-haired young man who was spread on the ground looked dazed, and he still hadn't reacted to what was going on.

Hiss!

The intense pain finally pulled him back to reality, and he saw Ye Fan standing beside him.

"How the hell do you dare to do it to me! Do you know what kind of person Lao Tzu is! Do you know what kind of price you have to bear!"

After sobering up, the yellow-haired young man immediately returned to his domineering and incomparably sloppy nature, howling and scolding angrily.

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent, looking at the yellow-haired young man like a fool.

"Is enough scolding?"

Ye Fan squatted in front of the yellow-haired young man and asked coldly.

"What do you want to do, bastard?"

The yellow-haired young man secretly swallowed his saliva, as if instinctively, and stepped back in fear.

"Enough scolding! Then let me give you some more good things!"

At the same time as Ye Fan's cold voice, there was also Ye Fan's powerful palm.

Click!

With a slight twist, the right hand of the yellow-haired young man instantly turned into a twist shape, and the sound of broken bones made people's scalp tingle.

Yes!

The screams of the yellow-haired youth made the already noisy community even more panicked.

Villa No. 8 in the East End, in a luxurious and distinguished hall.

Ye Yue, who was wearing blue suspenders and two ponytails, was whispering to Liu Qingmei.

When the huge roar came, Liu Qingmei instantly pulled Ye Yue and rushed out of the villa.

"What happened?"

Ye Yue patted his proud chest and asked nervously.

Liu Qingmei was wearing a Nizi blue top, a white fairy skirt, and an antique hair ornament, which looked particularly fairy.

"I don't know, it seems to be what happened earlier, could it be that there was an explosion?"

Liu Qingmei frowned slightly, looked at the place where the explosion came from, and said strangely.

"Why don't we go and see?"

Ye Yue looked eager to try and curious about the baby.

Liu Qingmei gently tapped Ye Yue's forehead and quipped, "Aren't you afraid that your brother will come back and clean you up well?"

"My brother is reluctant to clean me up? Let's hurry up and have a look! If it's too late, you won't see anything!"

Ye Yue stuck out his tongue, regardless of whether Liu Qingmei agreed or not, he pulled Liu Qingmei's white and tender arm and ran towards the place where the explosion came from.