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

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"what--"

Murong Feixiong, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, retreated violently, but Ye Fan was faster than him, and he pressed towards Murong Feixiong at an astonishing speed.

The posture of rushing forward is like a treasured knife out of its sheath, sharp and sharp.

All the audience's eyes widened, and Gong Suqin exclaimed subconsciously:
"Master, be careful."

"Whoosh!"

Seeing Ye Fan approaching again, Murong Feixiong's eyes became sharp instantly, he moved his footsteps, stepped back six steps in a row, and then touched Ye Fan's back with his backhand

A short gun appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Crack..."

Before he could pull the trigger, Ye Fan grabbed his wrist and twisted it mercilessly.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, Ye Fan twisted Murong Feixiong's left hand off, and the short spear fell to the ground with a sound.

"what--"

After a second of delay, Murong Feixiong groaned in pain, shook his head crazily, his facial features were distorted, like a madman in madness.

It's hard to bear a good hand, both mentally and physically, being twisted into a twist like this.

"what--"

This hysterical situation scared many men and women back away.

Many female guests had ugly pretty faces and were extremely aggrieved. They wanted to see how Ye Fan was abused, but in the end he severely injured Murong Feixiong.

The shock and unacceptability made them feel very uncomfortable, and it also made them hate Ye Fan to the extreme.

"Get another punch from me."

Ye Fan's eyes were emotionless, and he punched through the air!
Murong Feixiong looked desperate: "No—"

"stop--"

The faces of the hooked-nosed old man and the others changed drastically, and they shouted to Ye Fan to stop.

But before they arrived to stop them, Ye Fan had already punched Murong Feixiong.

But Murong Feixiong also had a good idea, at the moment of life and death, he moved half of his body away to avoid the deadly heart.

"Crack!"

Cracked scapula.

Murong Feixiong fell out with a scream and smashed a coffee table heavily.

All over the place.

Murong Feixiong spat out a mouthful of blood, and when he rolled out of the cup and plate, Ye Fan was already standing in front of him, stepping on Murong Feixiong's neck:
"How? You want me to kill you, I really came..."

"Now, are you ready to die?"

He looked at the damned man indifferently.

"stop!"

"stop!"

At this time, the few remaining law enforcement disciples rushed over with weapons in hand.

The hooked-nosed old man and the others also struggled to get up.

Gong Suqin subconsciously looked at the door, only to find that all the disciples of Law Enforcement Hall outside had been killed by Dugu Shang.

Moreover, many white-clothed men came outside, each holding a spear gun in his hand.

It seemed that someone from Jiang Hengdu had arrived.

Seeing Murong Feixiong lying on the ground like a dead dog, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, many female guests had complicated expressions and were very angry.

"You have no right to hurt Master Murong..."

"How could you hurt Master Murong, he is Mr. Murong's nephew..."

When several women who had befriended Murong Feixiong were filled with righteous indignation, the hooked-nosed old man also shouted sharply:

"Ye Fan, do you know what you are doing?"

"You are the body to be punished. If you dare to hurt Master Murong, you will be punished even more."

"Elder Murong will never let you go."

"Elder Murong will be back from Longdu tomorrow, and I'll see how you explain to him then."

Although Ye Fan was more skilled than they had imagined, they felt that Ye Fan, who had lost to Miyamoto, was by no means an opponent of Elder Murong.

Moreover, hurting Murong Feixiong is tantamount to going against Law Enforcement Hall, and Ye Fan will become the public enemy of the entire martial arts league.

Ye Fan smiled lightly: "It seems that if I don't kill him, Old Man Murong will let me go."

He was a little regretful that Murong Sanqian was not in Nanling, otherwise he would have killed them all.

Ye Fan will never let go of those who attack the people around him.

Murong Feixiong held back the pain, and grinned with difficulty:
"Ye Fan, your life can be broken, but you don't think about your family, Xue Ruyi and the others?"

"You can avenge them now, but what about after you die in the decisive battle tomorrow?"

"Who else can protect them?"

"The deeper you offend me, the more painful they will be in the future."

Murong Feixiong reminded Ye Fan: "There are some consequences that you cannot bear."

Gong Suqin also yelled coquettishly: "Ye Fan, don't go your own way, or you will regret it."

The hooked-nosed old man also took out his mobile phone, turned on the video immediately, and projected it on the projector in the hall.

Murong Sanqian's face was clearly shown on it. He obviously knew the matter and was looking at Ye Fan angrily:

"Ye Fan, I'm Murong Sanqian."

"Let me tell you, you have set the Wumeng up for making the Wumeng a joke about martial arts. Now, while I'm not in Nanling, you're plotting against my nephew."

"I order you to let go of Murong Feixiong immediately, otherwise the old man will let you go back and forth."

"Even if you die, I will crush you to ashes, do you hear me?"

Murong Sanqian blew his beard and stared, relying on the old man: "Immediately, immediately, let him go."

"Elder Murong, it's easy to let him go, but you have to answer my question first..."

Ye Fan smiled and pondered: "Martial League No. 70 Two Articles, children bully men and women, and bully innocent women, how should we deal with it?"

"I don't care about 72 or 92 now, and Bawang will force himself to bow."

Murong Sanqian pretended to be deaf and dumb: "All I know now is that you murdered your fellow disciples and hijacked Captain Murong, which is a heinous crime."

"Elder Murong, I sue Murong Feixiong and threaten me with my father's life."

Wang Shiyuan on the sofa suddenly struggled up and shouted:

"If I don't agree, he will slowly torture my father and cut off each finger."

"I still have the recording..."

She took out her mobile phone and played two secretly recorded videos, which were the scene where Gong Suqin and Murong Feixiong threatened her.

Murong Feixiong's expressions changed slightly.

"I can't see the video clearly. It may be edited. It may even be that you and Ye Fan deliberately set up a trap against Murong Feixiong."

Murong Sanqian didn't listen to Wang Shiyuan's complaint at all: "Ye Fan, don't waste your time, let me go, or I will get angry."

Ye Fan looked at Murong Sanqian and repeated a sentence: "No. 70 of the Martial League No. [-] Two Articles, how should I deal with my son's attack on an innocent female bully?"

"The light ones have three knives and six holes, and the serious ones will be killed without mercy!"

At the door, a woman's voice suddenly sounded.

Xue Ruyi, Huang Tianjiao and Wang Dongshan showed up in wheelchairs.

"I declare that Murong Feixiong has violated Article 70 of No. [-] of the Wumeng League. The consequences will be serious and the impact will be bad. According to the family law..."

Ye Fan's voice sank: "Kill."

Murong Sanqian was furious: "How dare you!"

"Crack!"

After the words fell, Ye Fan tipped his toes and broke his throat.

"you--"

Murong Feixiong straightened his body.

His eyes were protruding, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his face was filled with indescribable unwillingness, anger, and shock.

He never thought that Ye Fan would really dare to kill him.

The last bit of vitality allowed him to retain his sanity, feel the loss of life, and began to cry. At the moment before he died, there was a trace of regret in his heart.

He really shouldn't provoke Ye Fan.

Seeing Murong Feixiong die, Gong Suqin yelled hysterically: "No—"

Several female companions bit their lips and barely suppressed the scream that reached their throats.

The audience was no longer dead silent, but cold from head to toe. No one thought that Murong Feixiong was dead, let alone Ye Fan would dare to kill him in public.

Murong Sanqian also fell to the ground in anger.

"Zizi—"

The hooked-nosed old man was filled with grief and indignation, and subconsciously rushed forward to attack him, but in the middle of speaking, a black sword pierced his heart.

Dugu Shang shot without saying a word, and stabbed the old man in black neatly.

Shen Dongxing also asked people to take down all the men and women present.

Ye Fan kicked Murong Feixiong's body away:

"Next, Miyamoto Tamaru!"

(End of this chapter)