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The next day.

The next day, the weather was very good, not sunny, but cool.

On the streets of the ancient street, a few people walked there solemnly, and then walked towards the fortune-telling shop.

"Fortune telling?" Wearing a white coat, the whole person has no spirit, Ye Qianlong, who stayed up all night to play mahjong last night, reluctantly cheered up, and then showed a smiling face to everyone, and hurriedly asked.

"What about Ye Fan?"

There were three people who came in!

The leader of them was a 45-year-old middle-aged man with a stab on his face from his forehead to his chin. He was wearing some spacious clothes similar to those of a warrior, his entire arm was hidden in his sleeve, and his eyes were a little engrossed, and it was impossible to see whether he was open or closed.

It seems that when you step into this fortune-telling threshold, the air in the whole store changes clearly and becomes dignified!

In addition, the two are Long Wei, the captain of the ninth group of the dragon group, and his younger brother.

"You're looking for my stinky boy? Excuse me, do you have anything to do?" Ye Qianlong looked at the person who was not good, so he opened his mouth and said, after all, he didn't like Ye Fan's situation, although he knew that Ye Fan had strength, but in the eyes of his lifelong training, he also found that the person in front of him was also a powerful master.

"You're not qualified, ask us questions!" At this time, the little brother beside Long Wei spoke directly, and after finishing speaking, he glanced at the middle-aged man with a scar with some awe and respect, as if looking at a charming beauty.

"I have something to do with him!" The man with the scar spoke, with a thick Peking Opera accent, and liked to speak with his tongue against the roof of his mouth every time.

"Old Ye, the porridge on it seems to be a little mushy, you go get it!" Ye Fan wore flip-flops and walked down slowly rather leisurely, not caring about the eyes and time of those people.

It's as if the flip-flops are the protagonists, and if it wants to go fast, go fast! Slow is slow!

Ye Fan's lazy appearance made the little brother quite angry, his clenched fists, his bones and bones were clever, like an uneven mountain road, if he hadn't kept looking at the old man and Long Wei, he hadn't gotten their nods, otherwise he would have rushed over.

"Why, several, why did you come to me in the morning!" Ye Fan said angrily, then picked up the tea that had been brewed on the fruit table, rinsed his mouth gently, and then glanced at the three people and asked.

"How long will it take!" The man with a hideous scar on his face from beginning to end looked at Ye Fan, who seemed to be about to eat something, and asked.

"Oh, wait until I'm done with this mango!" Ye Fan ignored it directly, peeling the mango by himself, as if he shouldn't have a few people staring at him, and he had a sense of sharing.

Soon, Ye Fan's slowness was exchanged for the anger of two of them, the younger brother and Long Wei, but they didn't dare to trespass at all. Instead, it was like two signs, standing next to the middle-aged man.

"Our dragon group, the captain of the ninth team is dead!" The middle-aged man spoke directly, and his words were full of murderous aura, and as he finished speaking, the air condensed at this moment.

"And then?" Ye Fan was like a transparent person, he didn't feel the increasingly unhappy emotions of the person opposite, and he was holding a nail clipper and polishing his nails.

"Before he died, someone saw that he was with you! You guys chatted yesterday. When you're gone, he's dead! The scar man looked at Ye Fan, who still didn't take him seriously, so he slowly raised his hand and slowly pressed it towards the fortune-telling table in front of Ye Fan!

"I warn you, if you break my desk even a little, I'll get you out at once!" Ye Fan's lazy brows began to change for the first time, becoming serious and full of warnings, but the next second, he was still sharpening his nails with nail clippers.

"You are presumptuous! This is our Supervisor for Group 9! You are so shameless, so unruly! Long Wei's little brother said angrily, if that eye will breathe fire, he must hold Ye Fan's collar, lift Ye Fan up, and burn it well! Torture!

"Oh, it seems to be one level higher than that captain!" Ye Fan didn't hear the name at all and sat upright, but leaned back on the chair even more lazily.

"Quiet!" Just as the younger brother was about to give Ye Fan a little color, the man with the scar spoke.

After he finished speaking, the little brother of the angry and flaming mountain instantly looked at the supervisor with respect like an obedient guinea pig, and kept silent.

"I want to know, what did he say to you?" Some scarred men with northern accents squinted their eyes and asked.

"Well, he just wants to order me, send me, and even give me a choice he prescribes! Then, I didn't say yes, I refused! Ye Fan frowned angrily, as if recalling this memory of Ye Fan's personal fart yesterday made him very difficult

"Admit it, then! It's you who participated in the death of the Captain of the Ninth Group! The scarred man's murderous eyes stared at Ye Fan in a blur, and his eyes, which could not see the focus at all, flashed with a cold light.

Ye Fan could even see the murderous aura that he had already instigated.

Of course, Long Wei and the little brother behind the scar man, naturally all the emotions were written on their faces and throats like the sound of a demon beast roaring.

"What? Thinking of hands?" Ye Fan glanced at the two dogs who were like protecting food, and the two who were roaring coaxingly, and asked lightly, full of lightness, as if it was not the same thing.

"You! Yes! Die! Long Wei's bloodshot eyes were scarlet. The fist of patience was clattered by the rubbing.

"You're from the Cult of Demons?" Scar Man's murderous tone continued.

"It's not!"

"Then you're from the Red Flower Society?"

"It's not!" Ye Fan replied in the negative again.

"I don't care about the two garbage organizations you mentioned, how could I stoop myself and enter the garbage organization! Isn't that putting gold in their faces! Ye Fan gently put the nail clippers in his hand aside, and then looked at the nails that had been smoothed with his stunned eyes, and said.

"Humph! Madness, delusion! Long Wei's bulging masseter muscles finally spit out a few words, as if these words used the strength of his whole body, and anger was piling up.

He even had the idea that the young man in front of him didn't care at all and looked down at his nails, not at all guarding against whether they would riot and kill people!

If he were to kill him now, he probably wouldn't even be able to react.

"Whew!" Ye Fan blew his fingernails and laughed.

Ye Fan smiled, but Long Wei was so angry that his entire cheeks were bitten out of blood!

Long Wei understood that the arrogant young man in front of him seemed to be laughing at his impulse to kill someone just now, but he didn't have the courage to do it without the Scar Man's consent.

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Today's first chapter.