A club was waved in the crowd.

"Plop! Plop!"

In a series of crisp sounds, more than a dozen southerners screamed and fell to the ground, either with broken hands or broken legs.

There was blood flowing on the ground.

Tang Yanxi couldn't believe it. He didn't expect Ye Fan to be so ferocious, and at the same time he was even more angry. Why did Ye Fan call him Mr. Ban Jin?

Jin Zhihao sensed danger and shouted to the bodyguard: "Come on!"

More than a dozen southern bodyguards immediately rushed towards Ye Fan.

"Bang, bang, bang -" Ye Fan waved his club forward with unabated momentum, showing no fear of the bulky southern bodyguards.

Two minutes later, more than a dozen bodyguards were knocked to the ground by Ye Fan. The three of them instinctively wanted to touch firearms, but their joints were broken by Ye Fan.

The middle-aged man in black, who could compete with Nangong Yan, moved closer to Ye Fan, and then launched a series of Wing Chun fists.

The wind is fierce.

But before Jin Zhihao and the others were happy, Ye Fan kicked him away more than ten meters.

The middle-aged man in black spurted blood and fainted like a dead dog.

Unrivaled.

Seeing Ye Fan's face approaching step by step, and the aura of violence on his face, Jin Zhihao was completely frightened.

He moved back in panic and said: "Boy, if you hurt our people, I will make you suffer forever."
Chapter completed!