"Ye Kun? You’re one of Mo Jiwu’s subordinates, right? Crawl over here and kneel down to admit your mistake!"
He Hai scolded for a while, then casually propped his leg up on the sofa, pointing at his head, then at Ye Kun, sneering coldly: "Look at here! If you don’t give an explanation, imagine the consequences! Kneel down now, otherwise, even if Jiwu cos, I’ll kill you!"
By the end, He Hai’s gaze at the young Ye Kun was filled with murderous intent.
Instantly.
The atmosphere in the hall beca tense.
Wu Teng, who was drinking tea on the other side, suddenly turned his head, revealing a cold smile, displaying a watching posture.
The young man and girl opposite Ye Kun also paused their conversation.
They exchanged a glance and fell silent, apparently choosing to observe rather than get involved.
However, behind Ye Kun, a row of big n in suits and sunglasses stood straight, a faint killing intent emanating from them, their cold gazes landing on He Hai. Seeing as soon as Ye Kun issued a command, they’d pounce like wolves and tigers.
But Ye Kun raised his hand, signaling his n to stop.
"What, still want to make a move?"
He Hai’s face froze again, staring fiercely, shouting loudly: "Co on! Damn it! Dare to touch again, none of you will leave here today!"
"Looking for death!"
He Hai’s face-to-face scolding made that group of big n behind Ye Kun unable to suppress their temper. So cursed angrily and were about to rush forward.
Ye Kun once again waved his hand, frowning and said coldly: "Stop! Stand back!"
The group of big n halted, standing back in position.
"He Hai? Mr. He of the He Family in Yanjing?"
Ye Kun’s face was steady as he stared at He Hai, speaking coldly.
"Humph, coward, you have so eye power!"
Seeing Ye Kun and his n getting scolded and unable to retaliate, He Hai’s face beca even more smug, coldly smiling with disdain at Ye Kun: "Crawl over and kneel now, or when Brother Jiu arrives, I fear you won’t live to admit your mistake!"
"Fine! We’ll wait for Brother Jiu to co!"
Ye Kun’s face bore a shadow, as if dripping water, nodding lightly in response: "However, you want to kneel and admit mistake, it can’t be that simple! If you’re lying about knowing Brother Jiu, I’ll believe your kneeling like that, wouldn’t that be embarrassing? So wait for Brother Jiu! If Brother Jiu wants to kneel, then I, Ye Kun, will kneel!"
"Hehe, good, then wait for Brother Jiu to co! Hope you can cry at that ti..."
Seeing Ye Kun still sitting steadily without aning to rise, He Hai didn’t get angry, speaking sinisterly.
Finished speaking, the smile on He Hai’s face deepened, feeling Ye Kun was scared.
Watching this scene, the young man and girl opposite Ye Kun exchanged glances, revealing surprise.
Conversely.
The few young people behind He Hai, seeing He Hai’s imposing manner, were excited, feeling they were following the right person.
With soone like He Hai on their side, how could they fear not establishing themselves in Yanjing?
He Hai felt proud, glancing back at the young people with excited expressions and eyes, lifting his face slightly triumphantly.
Only.
He noticed Lin Tian nearby, whose face showed no expression, sneering coldly inside, full of disdain: "Trash, watch carefully! What is wealth, power, and influence! If the Lin Family doesn’t take care of you and you offend soone in Yanjing soday, your life and death will depend on soone else’s words! See, this is the Changxin Association, a major force! If they offend , they at least need their manager Brother Jiu to explain to ! If it were you, what would be your fate? You’d likely be thrown into the river to feed fish!"
Lin Tian’s brow slightly raised, lifting his head to look at He Hai, eyes carrying a gaze that seed to view an idiot, shaking his head slightly, silent.
For He Hai, he was lazy to pay too much attention.
In secret.
His Divine Sense enveloped the Siheyuan, slightly raising his lips, revealing a contemplative expression.
Seeing Lin Tian react this way, He Hai’s brow furrowed, his face showing a dazed expression, eyes increasingly cold, extrely furious inside.
After a while, He Hai’s face displayed a cold smile again, "Pretend, continue pretending for !"
As soon as He Hai finished speaking, footsteps sounded from the inner room.
A tall young man, guided by Gu Mao, strode in.
The young man, dressed in a relaxed white outfit, looked quite casual.
This young man was none other than Mo Jiwu, Hall Master of Yong’an Hall of the Changxin Association in the Yanjing Underground World!
In Yong’an Hall’s territory, many privately called him Brother Jiu!
"Damn, Mo Jiwu, what the hell are you trying to do? You’re letting the useless subordinates grab ?"
Seeing the tall young man appear, He Hai imdiately stood up, shouting fiercely, pointing at the seated black-suited young Ye Kun: "Break his legs, consider it giving you face, and today’s matter is settled!"
"He Hai?"
Mo Jiwu, seeing He Hai sitting on the sofa, appeared surprised: "It’s really you! You’re caught too! Haha... Haha, misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
By the end, Mo Jiwu couldn’t help but laugh.
"Damn it, Mo Jiwu, you’re still laughing, look, my head’s cracked!"
He Hai furrowed his brow, pointing at his head, shouting: "I’m calling you Brother Jiu sincerely! But what does this look like? Your subordinate is really sothing, break his legs before talking!"
Mo Jiwu turned to look at the sofa, confirming He Hai pointed at He Kun, his face suddenly stiffening, inwardly thinking things were bad.
"Brother Jiu, your friend? Sorry, sorry! Spare this once?"
Seated on the sofa, Ye Kun turned to look, appearing amused, looking at Mo Jiwu with a fake smile, asking for rcy but increasingly icy: "Brother Jiu, you heard him, he wants to break my legs! Brother Jiu, could you spare this once?"
Ye Kun’s words started pleading but sounded increasingly cold.
"Ah... Kun... Brother Kuun, don’t, don’t! Just call Jiu!"
Mo Jiwu shivered, quickly stepping forward, respectfully speaking to Ye Kun: "This matter, this matter..."
By the end, Mo Jiwu’s words were barely coherent, his face pale, displaying fear.
"No, no, no! Brother Jiu, don’t be like that! I’m the one who should call you Brother!"
Ye Kun shook his head repeatedly, but his hand patted Mo Jiwu’s face: "Brother Jiu, your na really carries weight..."
"Ah, Brother Kuun, no, no!"
Mo Jiwu was terrified, bowing repeatedly in response.
Smack~
Ye Kun slapped Mo Jiwu’s face harshly, saying: "No? Didn’t you hear him say he wants to break my legs?"
This slap sent Mo Jiwu spinning around.
Seeing this, He Hai’s expression froze, his eyes widened, his heart thudding, inwardly shouting bad!
Went too far!
He Hai swallowed hard, feeling things were going wrong.
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