"Sister, you are soft-hearted. Chu Qingxue glared at Chu Qingya, her sister, everything is good, but her heart is too soft, in the shopping mall, soft-heartedness is taboo. "That bastard should be made to suffer a little, so that he can see his identity as a toad. Otherwise, he will stick to you like a dog's skin plaster in the future, what will you do?"

"Okay......" Chu Qingya glanced worriedly in the direction Ye Fan left. She can only hope now that the people of the Longteng Group will make a move.

Ye Fan naturally didn't know what Chu Qingya was thinking, if he knew, he would definitely say that it was the Longteng Group that should pray for more blessings, not him.

Longteng Group's reputation in Haidong City has always been very bad, and when the taxi driver heard that Ye Fan was going to Longteng Group to ask for accounts, he wanted to let Ye Fan get out of the car without saying a word, and he didn't want to accompany Ye Fan to die.

Ye Fan said a lot, and finally added some money, and the driver reluctantly agreed.

However, this also made Ye Fan even more curious, what is the origin of this Longteng Group, and how can it make people afraid of being like this.

Soon, the car arrived in front of the Longteng Building, and more than a dozen men wearing security uniforms and holding electric batons were dangling in front of the building, all with big shoulders and round waists.

This scene looked very bluffing, but Ye Fan smiled disdainfully.

He could see at a glance what was in this Longteng Group.

"A bunch of local chickens and dogs...... Ye Fan squinted, these people seemed to be very strong in combat, but in fact they were vulnerable, if they were put in war-torn Africa, they wouldn't even be able to survive for half an hour.

Because, they don't have a bit of discipline.

Ye Fan's confidence was even stronger. But to his surprise, when he made it clear about his intention, the security guards just smiled sarcastically and let him in, without stopping him.

It's good not to stop it, just save some effort yourself. Ye Fan thought about it and stepped into the Longteng Building.

The front desk of the company was a beautiful woman with heavy makeup wearing a black professional skirt, and when she saw Ye Fan coming in, she just glanced at it, and continued to bow her head and play with her mobile phone.

"Hello, I'm looking for your boss. Ye Fan squinted and said.

"Do you have an appointment?" asked the beautiful woman with heavy makeup.

"Nope. Ye Fan shook his head.

The beauty with heavy makeup looked at Ye Fan again, and then said lightly: "Then please go back, our boss doesn't have time to see you." ”

Ye Fan smiled slightly and did not speak.

He slammed his fist into the marble front desk.

"You're insane......" The beauty with heavy makeup was a little angry, did this person have a problem with his brain.

But then, a click sounded the rest of her words came to an end.

The marble front desk in front of her, centered on Ye Fan's fist, cracked several spiderweb-like cracks.

"Does your boss have time now?" Ye Fan asked lightly.

The beauty with heavy makeup swallowed her saliva and silently dialed the phone number of the boss Zhang Chenghu.

Zhang ...... Always, there are ...... Looking for you. The beauty with heavy makeup glanced at Ye Fan in horror, she didn't know what Ye Fan's fist was made of, but she knew that the front desk was undoubtedly made of marble.

"Who?" Zhang Chenghu immediately heard that something was wrong with the beauty with heavy makeup.

"Chu Qingya's husband. Ye Fan said.

He said that he was Chu Qingya's husband. ”

In the office, Zhang Chenghu got up from the sexy female secretary of **, and his thick eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together.

Chu Qingya's husband?

When did Chu Qingya have a husband?

"Let him come up. Although he had doubts in his heart, Zhang Chenghu was a character who had licked blood on the head of a knife after all, so he was not afraid.

"Mr. Zhang's office is on the eighteenth floor. The beauty with heavy makeup said timidly.

"Eighteenth floor?" Ye Fan smiled playfully, this boss of Longteng Group is interesting.

Dare to set up his office on the eighteenth floor, you know, it is too late for ordinary people to avoid the number eighteen, after all, the number eighteen is unlucky, and there are eighteen floors in hell.

Those who can live in the eighteenth layer of hell are all evil ghosts among evil ghosts.,It seems that this one always thinks of himself as a ghost king.。

Since you regard yourself as the Ghost King, then I, Lord Yama, will come to meet you today!" Ye Fan smiled, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

In Zhang Chenghu's office, the sexy female secretary put on a skirt, her face was flushed, and there was still a smell of ** in the room.

"Go, get the knives and they come. Zhang Chenghu patted the female secretary's ass and said.

"Hmm. The female secretary bowed her head in response, and as soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by a tough face.

It was Ye Fan.

Ye Fan entered the door, Zhang Chenghu was a sturdy middle-aged man, with a scar on the right side of his face, he was wearing a floral plaid shirt, the buttons on his chest were not tied, and his strong chest muscles were unobstructed.

"What do you call it?" Zhang Chenghu glanced at Ye Fan and asked.

"Ye Fan. ”

Ye Fan frowned, and the residual ** smell in the room made him a little uncomfortable.

"Come to ask for an account?" Zhang Chenghu lit a cigarette, took a sharp puff, and asked lightly.

"Hmm. Ye Fan nodded.

"Do you know where the last person who came to me is now?" asked Zhang Chenghu.

"I don't know. Ye Fan shook his head and looked at the furnishings in Zhang Chenghu's office.

"He's in the hospital now, with six broken ribs, huh...... There is also a hamstring, it is estimated that he can only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, you say, is he miserable?" Zhang Chenghu looked at Ye Fan with a bit of banter in his eyes, as if he was looking at a monkey.

"Miserable, miserable. Ye Fan smashed his mouth and sighed.

"Then do you want to pay the account?" asked Zhang Chenghu with a smoke ring.

"Yes!"

"Ahem"

Zhang Chenghu was dumbfounded by this important word, this kid is a stupid B. He said so, and dared to say yes.

"I said brother, did you get your brain run over by a car. Zhang Chenghu snuffed out his cigarette, stood up and asked viciously.

"Nope. Ye Fan shook his head and said calmly: "Mr. Zhang, it is natural to repay debts, I can not pursue what you did before, but now that I am here, I advise you to take out the money with interest." ”

The corners of Zhang Chenghu's mouth pulled a cruel arc, and he sneered: "What if I don't want to?"

Ye Fan suddenly grinned and said, "Then I'll hit you until you are willing." ”

"Knife, come in!" Zhang Chenghu slapped the table, causing the ashtray on the table to hum.

The door was pushed open, and seven or eight sturdy youths poured in.

"Unload his legs. Zhang Chenghu pointed at Ye Fan and said lightly. He had never seen such a stupid B who knew nothing about the sky. In Haidong City, it has always been him Zhang Chenghu who asks others for accounts, how can anyone dare to look for him?

When seven or eight young men heard this, they showed a fierce light behind them and came towards Ye Fan's left and right.

They followed Zhang Chenghu in Haidong City in their early years, and over the years, they licked blood with their knives, and with a ruthless spirit, they became famous in Haidong City.

Fights and brawls are even more commonplace.