Huang Sanchong and the others were very angry. Since they met Ye Fanlai, they have never suffered such a frustration and have they been so embarrassed?

But they are hard to fight back at this moment.

"Ah--" Huang Sanzhong blocked one foot, then suddenly lifted it up, overturning a security guard.

Then he endured the pain in his head, grabbed a coffee table and threw it out.

The next second, five or six security guards were hit by the coffee table and fell to the ground in a mess.

"Swoosh--" The bald man was also shot by a piece of glass, and there was a trace of blood on his face.

He reached out and touched his hand, his face darkened: "Beat, beat me! Beat me to death."

"Bang!"

Huang Sanchong took advantage of the space smashed by the coffee table and kicked over three burly men regardless of the blood on his head.

He also grabbed a chair and waved it, sweeping away three or four opponents.

But before he could make a bloody path, the bald man kicked him over.

"Bang--" Huang Sanzhong blocked his side, and with a loud bang, he staggered back two meters.

During this gap, several baseball bats hit one after another. Huang Sanzhong barely resisted it a few times, and was thrust into his neck with a stick.

Huang Sanzhong's body shook and almost suffocated.

"Bang--" The bald man sneered and stepped forward, picked up a chair and smashed it out, slamming it hard on Huang Sanchong's back.

Huang Sanzhong pounced forward and took off his hands on the mahogany chair.

More than a dozen security guards rushed forward and punched and kicked.

"We are really children of the Martial Arts League."

Wang Shiyuan disheveled her hair and shouted, "You will regret it."

"Bang--" The bald man slapped Wang Shiyuan in the face: "Do you think I don't know Wu Meng?"

"Mr. Han is here to be a guest here, you are the nonsense of the Wu League."

The bald man grinned and shouted: "Beat me, beat me to death. If you don't have any eyes, you dare to cause trouble for Mei Niang."

After the words came, dozens of grim and strong men became more ruthless. When they were tired of kicking their feet, they picked up the stick and poked it hard.

Wang Shiyuan was also slapped a few times, her cheeks were swollen, and her clothes were torn a lot, revealing a faint spring light, which made people envious.

Fortunately, the phone in her hand was not knocked out.

Several security guards smiled slutty and pulled Wang Shiyuan.

Huang Sanzhong pushed away the three security guards without hesitation and threw them on Wang Shiyuan to protect him.

"If you don't stop, you will regret it."

This roar was filled with helplessness and resentment, and the helplessness that only the weak had.

Wang Shiyuan took this opportunity and screamed and called Ye Fan... "Repent?"

The bald man grinned: "I, Chen Xiaobao, came out for so long, and I never knew what regret means."

After saying that, he picked up a bottle of wine and slammed Huang Sanzhong's head with a bang.

A stream of blood sputtered on the spot.
Chapter completed!