The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1565
Chapter 560: The young master of the Martial League
Wumeng has an order, kneel down to accept the order?
The diners in the teahouse were shocked when they heard the words, and looked at the scroll in Wu Fu's hand in shock.

They didn't expect that Ye Fan would alarm Chairman Wu and let him personally order to deal with Ye Fan.

Huaxi has always had a tough folk style, and Jincheng is even more prone to family fights.

The three clans of Murong, Nangong and Ouyang all have a history of fighting for hundreds of years.

For the territory, for the water source, and for a mouthful of food, countless people have been killed or injured in the past few years.

The greatest value of the existence of the Wumeng is to prevent large-scale fighting incidents.

This also gave the Wumeng a detached adjudication status in Jincheng.

Jincheng Wumeng's money is not as good as the three tycoons, but the orders still have great authority.

Regardless of the grievances between the two sides, the extent of the fight, or how many people died, as soon as the Wumeng flag arrives, the war must cease.

It's not a matter of grievances waiting for the Jincheng Wumeng to decide.

Once the Wumeng makes a ruling, no one can object, or they will be suppressed by the Wumeng.

As for fairness and injustice, it is not important. What is important is that Wu Jiuzhou, the chairman of the Wumeng League, has a hard enough fist.

Looking at the entire Jincheng, fighting alone, no one is Wu Jiuzhou's opponent.

The sacrifices of the eldest grandson's mother-in-law are also inferior.

There was once a video circulating in Jincheng.

That is, shortly after President Wu came to Jincheng to take office, he happened to meet two villages robbing resources.

The patriarchs of both sides called hundreds of strong men in the village to fight.

When the trigger was on the verge, Wu Jiuzhou rushed over.

After warning three times and failing to stop the fighting, he rushed into the chaotic crowd one by one.

He abruptly overthrew more than 100 people, intimidating the patriarchs of both sides to sit down and negotiate.

This made countless people fear and awe Wu Jiuzhou.

Especially after Chairman Wu had a long friendship with the three tycoons, his words were sacred to many people.

So now Wu Fu is using Chairman Wu's order to put pressure on Ye Fan, which means that no matter how capable Ye Fan is, he can only bow his head.

After all, a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake.

What shocked everyone was that Ye Fan ignored it and took a sip of soy milk.

"The Wumeng has an order!"

Wu Fu's face became ugly, and she shouted at Ye Fan: "Kneel down to accept the order!"

Ye Fan didn't lift his eyelids.

Wu Fu clenched her fist slightly: "The Martial League has orders!"

Ye Fan calmly drank the soy milk.

"Are you deaf? Shall I make you kneel down to receive the order?"

Wu Fu's pretty face was indescribably sullen, feeling that she had lost face: "Do you really want to make me angry?"

A bunch of companions also yelled: "Why don't you kneel down and obey the order?"

Ye Fan's eyes were soft, he couldn't deny it, and took out a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth.

"If you don't want to kill Jincheng, just kneel down quickly."

Wu Fu threatened:
"Otherwise, I will tell President Wu what you have done, and you will never leave Jincheng in your life."

"You wantonly wounded and killed people, and even broke the legs of Nangong Zixiong and Ouyang Xuanxuan, seriously disrupting the harmony and order in Jincheng."

"For people like you, the Wumeng has the power to eradicate violence and bring peace to the people."

"President Wu didn't order you to die directly, he just wanted to give you a chance because of your youth."

"In the end, you were fine. You didn't take orders, you didn't kneel down, you pretended to be deaf and dumb, and you didn't have any sense of remorse."

"Let me tell you, if you don't kneel down to take orders and miss this chance of survival, don't blame us for being ruthless."

She was very annoyed, and the Wumeng ordered that the sanctioned target must kneel down to listen and maintain a solemn posture.

After she finishes reading, she can move about freely.

Today, it was the first time that she reminded her three times in a row that Ye Fan didn't take it seriously.

This is the prestige of the Jincheng Wumeng, isn't it enough to make people awe-inspiring?

Ye Fan threw the tissue on the table, his expression unwavering.

"Is Wumeng's sword not sharp enough, or is your neck too stiff?"

Seeing Ye Fan like this, Wu Fu laughed angrily, and flashed a sword in her right hand.

She wanted to cut off Ye Fan's arm to vent her anger.

"Senior sister, no, absolutely no!"

A woman in Tsing Yi was shocked when she saw this, and hurriedly pressed Wu Fu's hand:
"There is a large audience, you can't cut off people's arms."

The rest of the companions also stepped forward to dissuade her, letting her suppress her anger.

"Boy, why don't you kneel down to take orders?"

"Senior Sister Wu is angry, she is angry, even we are afraid, do you want your own arm?"

"Kneel down quickly, otherwise things will get serious, and if the senior sister gets angry, you will lose your life!"

"Still putting on airs, aren't you?"

"We can't hold back Senior Sister..."

The women in Tsing Yi and the others scolded Ye Fan repeatedly, and pressured him to kneel down to accept orders, so as not to provoke Wu Fu's anger.

Several female disciples of the Martial Arts League also drove all the diners on the second floor downstairs, so that everyone would not see bloody scenes that they should not have seen.

"You, get off!"

The woman in Tsing Yi also scolded Yuan Qingyi who called back: "The Wumeng is doing business, please stay away from idlers."

Yuan Qingyi ignored it and walked straight to Ye Fan.

"Tsk, don't you understand?"

The woman in Tsing Yi was also angry, why are there so many short-sighted guys today?
One of the spies hurriedly said: "Senior sister, she is the boy's bodyguard, a group of..."

"Together?"

Wu Fu sneered: "No wonder they are all so arrogant. Very good, this lady will clean up this couple together today."

"Young Master Ye!"

Yuan Qingyi didn't even look at Wu Fu and the others, and went straight to Ye Fan and said:
"I finished contacting Mr. Song just now, and Jiuqian personally called me."

"He wants me to tell you that you have been a pick for too long. As a man from China, a godson who is nine thousand years old, you must take responsibility."

"So after discussing with the elders and me, he decided to grant you the Young Master of the Martial League."

"You are fully in charge of the daily affairs of the Wumeng, with three halls inside and seven halls outside your jurisdiction."

"One person is under one person and over ten thousand people have the power to behead first and then act."

"If Nine Thousand Years dies in an accident or abdicates, you will be the next president of the Wumeng!"

Yuan Qingyi looked at Ye Fan respectfully, and turned on his phone to give Ye Fan the appointment of Wumeng.

The electronic appointment order on the mobile phone is clearly visible.

Nine thousand years old?
Son?
Young Master of the Martial League?

One word after another, like a bomb, kept hitting Wu Fu and the others' nerves.

They originally thought that Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi were bluffing and acting.

But seeing the appointment notice on the mobile phone and the signature of Nine Thousand Years Flying Phoenix, Wu Fu and the others knew that there was no possibility of moisture.

And they quickly identified who Yuan Qingyi was.

Compared with Ye Fan, the long-standing first envoy, Yuan Qingyi's appearance is much more familiar.

Because Yuan Qingyi has not only been in charge of the Longdu Wumeng for many years, but also the first elder who has just taken office.

Wu Jiuzhou personally sent someone to deliver the gift, and let Wu Fu follow Yuan Qingyi as an example.

It's really Yuan Qingyi, and it's really the First Elder, which also means that Ye Fan's identity is not false.

The young master of the Martial League, godson of nine thousand years, beheaded first and played later...

With her tongue out, Wu Fu suddenly felt shortness of breath, her legs trembled, and a trace of fear appeared on her haughty face.

The women in Tsing Yi were also sweating profusely, their limbs were numb, and they didn't even have the courage to stand up.

The arrogance just now has all turned into trembling and fear.

"Father is a lot of things."

Ye Fan stood up slowly, with his hands behind his back, very helpless: "Tell the Martial League, this young master is sealed."

Yuan Qingyi was overjoyed: "Understood, I will inform Nine Thousand Years Immediately."

"Stop acting, it's meaningless at all..."

"Do you think that if we find a script to act in a play, we will be afraid and let you go..."

"Using the identity of the Martial League to bluff and deceive, the crime will be aggravated..."

Wu Fu and the others braced themselves to comfort and laugh, but they couldn't continue talking halfway through.

"thump--"

There was a loud noise, they couldn't impose composure, and they knelt down uncontrollably.

Wu Fu and the others knew that they were in trouble this time, and they would be in trouble, Wu Jiuzhou would be in trouble, and Jincheng Wumeng would also be in trouble.

"Inspector Ye, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is a misunderstanding..."

"No, we were deceived, please give us a chance."

Wu Fu and the woman in Tsing Yi kowtowed to Ye Fan for mercy with pale faces.

The sword in Wu Fu's hand also fell to the ground with a bang.

exciting.

"The Imperial Decree of the Martial League..."

Ye Fan ignored what Wu Fu said, just reached out and took the red scroll:

"Wu Jiuzhou likes to make orders so much, I'll just satisfy him once."

"Whoa-"

Ye Fan turned the red axis.

The red shaft spread out, revealing a large black text, which said to let Ye Fan tie his hands and so on.

Ye Fan didn't check, just took the sword and swung it down.

"what--"

Wu Fu screamed, her left arm broke, and a stream of blood spurted out.

As soon as Ye Fan turned the sword, dragons and phoenixes danced.

The red scroll roll quickly had a big bloody character:
"die!"

Ye Fan threw the red shaft to Wu Fu and the others with a snap:
"Tell Wu Jiuzhou to come and die!"

(End of this chapter)