"You, the son of a family waste, have no power, no money, no influence, and you actually say that I, the eldest son of the Shen family, am not worthy of taking action against you?"

"You should turn this sentence around and say that you, Mark, are not qualified to fight with me."

Shen Si Cheng looked at him with disdain: "You should ask Xi Mo, how big is the gap between you and Shen Si Cheng?"

Chen Ximo stretched out his hand and pulled Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, stop fighting with him."

She could play tricks on Shen Shen Cheng, but Ye Fan didn't have that kind of ability, and he would be killed by Shen Shen Cheng if he wasn't careful.

"It's useless no matter how much nonsense you say."

Ye Fan looked at Shen Shencheng and joked coldly: "In my eyes, you really don't have the qualifications for a fair fight."

Shen Shencheng's eyes darkened: "Will you say it again?"

His fists were clenched, and the bones all over his body crackled, as if his limbs were filled with explosive power.

Chen Ximo tugged on Ye Fan's sleeve: "Ye Fan, stop talking."

Ye Fan smiled at Shen Sicheng: "I've said it a hundred times, you don't deserve to fight with me."

"Go to hell!"

Shen Sicheng was furious. Without saying a word, he kicked Mark from the side.

The speed of this kick is extremely fast and the power is terrifying, just like a tiger swinging its tail.

Tianyou and Zhang Yuyan suddenly looked surprised.

Because this kick can break a tree as thick as a bowl.

If someone were kicked like this, they would be seriously injured even if they didn't die.

Chen Ximo subconsciously exclaimed: "Ye Fan, be careful."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan slapped him with his hand.

"Snapped!"

This slap directly knocked Shen Sicheng to the ground.

"You-" Shen Sicheng screamed, covering his face and looking at Mark in shock, his eyes filled with extreme disbelief.

Before Shen Shencheng struggled to get up, Ye Fan stood in front of him: "Pah -" "You are challenging me at your level?"

"Pa—" "You said you are not worthy of fighting with me. You still don't believe me?"

"Pa—" "Don't you have any idea whether I stole the secret recipe or not?"

While scolding Shen Shen Cheng, Ye Fan fired his bow left and right at him, beating him until Shen Shen Cheng rolled over and knocked over the weapon shelf.

All the swords, guns and sticks fell to the ground, and it was a terrible sight.

Tianyou and Zhang Yuyan were in disbelief. They never expected that Shen Shencheng would be abused, so they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Son of a bitch, I'll kill you."

Shen Sicheng struggled up and picked up a sword to stab Ye Fan.

"Ka--" Ye Fan flashed, struck first, grabbed his throat, and then pushed him against the wall with a bang.

"You don't have any skills, and you are still chirping. Believe it or not, I will strangle you to death?"

Ye Fan exerted slight force with his fingers, causing Shen Sicheng to struggle desperately and his face turned red.

"Well -" At this moment, Ye Fan felt a pain in his arm. He lowered his head and saw that Chen Ximo opened his mouth and bit his arm.
Chapter completed!