In the halls.

Ye Fan's mobile phone had been thrown to Zhao Lichun.

Zhao Lichun looked down and saw that the caller ID on Ye Fan's mobile phone was really Lei Laosan.

"Boss, this guy is bluffing us."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Just break his dog's leg."

In the restaurant, the others were smiling. looked at Ye Fan with a mocking and sarcastic look, and looked at Ye Fan like an idiot.

After all, Ye Fan was just a countryman from a poor background, and he looked like a fledgling stinky boy. This kind of person, even if he follows them, is at most a tricky dog.

He said he knew Lei Sanye in Jingzhou?

And let Lei Sanye bow down?

Let the prince of the Lei family kneel and beg for mercy?

Fool it.

Idiots believe his nonsense.

Those big men smiled cruelly, and then walked up to dry Ye Fan.

However, at this time, Zhao Lichun stretched out his hand and stopped them.

"Stinky boy, pretending to be quite similar."

"Okay, I'll play with you."

"I want to see, when will you play this scene?"

While speaking, Zhao Lichun also answered the phone.

And turned on the hands-free, and the sound was turned on to the maximum for everyone to hear.

"Hey, but Mr. Chu?" An old man's respectful voice came from the phone.

Zhao Lichun did not answer directly, but directly asked who the other party was.

"I'm Lei Laosan?"

"Lei Laosan of Jingzhou, Mr. Chu, have you forgotten, we just met." Lei Laosan's words were full of doubts.

Zhao Lichun suddenly smiled: "Hahaha~"

"Brothers, he said he was the third Lei Laosan."

"Do you believe it?"

"Haha~"

Zhao Lichun and the others all laughed, and the laughter was full of sarcasm. It was as if I had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Even the coquettish girl in Zhao Lichun's arms covered her mouth and smiled, trembling with flowers and branches.

"Huh?"

"You're not Mr. Chu?"

"Who are you?"

"Where's Mr. Chu?"

When Lei Laosan heard this, he obviously sensed that something was wrong, and his tone suddenly sank, becoming much colder and more majestic.

"Who am I?"

"I'm your dad."

"Good son, call Dad, maybe I will spare this Mr. Chu in your mouth."

"Hahaha~" Zhao Lichun's words immediately caused everyone to laugh.

They looked like they were playing with an idiot.

"Presumptuous!"

"Who the hell are you?"

"How dare you talk to me like this?"

"I don't think you want to continue to mess around in this world." Lei Laosan was obviously angry, and his words were full of coldness. That majesty and coldness, even through the phone, came to the face.

"I'll go, it's so majestic!"

"Are you still the third Lei Lao?"

"If you are Third Master Lei, Lao Tzu is your father!"

"You dare to put up a fight against me here."

"Really scared when I'm Zhao Lichun?!"

Zhao Lichun scolded coldly, his eyes full of sarcastic smiles.

"I said, I'm Lei Laosan." On the phone, the man repeated again.

Zhao Lichun sneered: "I also said, I am your father." ”

"I'm really Lei Laosan."

"I'm really your dad."

"You're looking for death?!" On the other end of the phone, the deep male voice was even colder.

But it is obvious that under the words, the suppressed anger is surging.

It can be seen that the person on the other end of the phone is already on the verge of anger.

It is like a tumbling and rushing active volcano, and it seems that the next moment, it will erupt.

"Presumptuous, you son of a dog, how dare you talk like this to your father?" Zhao Lichun pretended to be angry, and then laughed.