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

Chapter 708 No Nine
Chapter Seven Hundred and Nine
Shen Biqin's face relaxed.

Although she didn't know the content, but seeing Xue Wuming's ugly face, she guessed that Ye Fan was safe and sound.

Ye Wujiu was expressionless, as if she knew Ye Fan would be fine.

"Mr. Xue, let my son go, we will give you whatever you want."

"We don't hold you accountable, nor the people behind it, and we can help you compensate."

"As long as you let Ye Fan go..."

Shen Biqin strikes while the iron is hot, hoping that Xue Wuming will retreat in spite of the difficulties and give Ye Fan a way out.

And in her cognition, killers kill for money, and the market value of Grandmother Herbal Tea is so high now, it is enough to make Xue Wuming and the others fall in love.

"Madam Ye, you have a good son."

Xue Wuming recovered from the shock, gave Shen Biqin a thumbs up and said with a smile:
"Your son not only broke the situation and survived, but also killed more than 100 of us, and even Mr. Ugly Bull died in his hands."

"Good Ye Fan, good son, the son you gave birth to is really good."

Xue Wuming changed his harmless appearance to humans and animals, and his laughter became harsh and weird, obviously stimulated by the news.

Although he followed the Ugly Cow plan to add insurance tonight, he didn't think Ye Fan could escape from the cemetery, who knew that Ye Fan even slaughtered the Ugly Cow.

There are more than 100 elites, Xue Wuming can't imagine, where does Ye Fan come from?

Could it be that Ye Zhendong made the move?
But no matter what, Ye Fan must die.

Like the ugly cow, he never expected that Ye Fan's "Tai Chi Sutra" would keep him alive.

Seeing Xue Wuming's eccentric look, Shen Biqin shuddered violently, feeling the danger and killing intent emanating from the other party.

But she quickly summoned up her courage and kowtowed to Xue Wuming.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother Xue, Ye Fan didn't mean it, he was just protecting himself."

Shen Biqin still begged Xue Wuming: "We will pay for the injured and the dead, and how much money they have. If you still don't feel relieved, let Ye Fan go to jail."

"Let him go, okay?"

She hoped that Xue Wuming could hold his hand high. Although Ye Fan was only an adopted son, he was her lifeblood to her.

"Don't tell me these useless things."

Xue Wuming's voice sank: "Call Ye Fan immediately and let him go back to Ye's house in Tiancheng alone."

"Remember, you are coming back alone, no one can follow you, including Ye Zhendong."

"Otherwise, if I find a helper, I will kill one of you."

He also made a gesture to let a group of subordinates arrange around, and at the same time mobilize all the people in Tiancheng.

Ye Fan's strength made him dare not take it lightly.

A man in black brought a satellite phone.

Shen Biqin bit her lip and shouted, "I won't fight!"

Shen Biqin didn't want Ye Fan to bear even if it was only one in ten thousand danger.

Xue Wuming bent down, grabbed Shen Biqin's hair, and shouted viciously, "Don't hit me? Are you courting death?"

Shen Biqin screamed out:
"Ye Fan is just a child, can you let him go?"

She endured the pain: "Brother Xue, we are also acquaintances, please help..."

Xue Wuming yelled: "Don't talk nonsense, call immediately."

Using force with his hands, Shen Biqin's hair was about to be pulled off.

Facing the murderous murderer, Ye Wujiu didn't behave like a wimpy middle-aged man, he still sat calmly, scanning the entire room for the enemy's position.

Seeing his wife being grabbed by the hair, his eyes turned cold: "Xue Wuming, let go of your hand."

"I'll let you loose!"

Xue Wuming raised his hand and slapped Shen Biqin across the face.

Power down!

Shen Biqin screamed, and a smear of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Xue Wuming looked contemptuous: "Trash, I won't let go, what can you do?"

The two parties have been in contact several times, and even though Xue Wuming always blames each other, he has long believed that Ye Wujiu is useless.

A guy who can't even brew herbal tea, what is it if he isn't waste?
Ye Wujiu didn't rush forward to help, but slowly clenched his fists: "The grievances in the world are not as bad as your family."

"I'm sorry for your paralysis."

Xue Wuming threw Shen Biqin away, walked over and slapped Ye Wujiu.

There was a loud snap.

"You are a good-for-nothing, and you have the nerve to tell me about the world's grievances, are you fucking worthy?"

The news of the annihilation of the Ugly Cow made Xue Wuming very angry, and his ferocious side appeared:
"Call me immediately and tell Ye Fan to come back alone."

He kicked Ye Wujiu again: "Hit!"

"You really want to be so bottomless?"

Ye Wujiu ignored the abdominal pain and just helped Shen Biqin up and put her on the sofa.

"So what if you have no bottom line? What can you do?"

Xue Wuming slapped Ye Wujiu again.

Then, he shouted again to his subordinates: "Bring a fork and a bowl here."

"If the two old men don't call, then goug out their eyes one by one, and tell Ye Fan to come back obediently."

The two men in black moved immediately, one with a bowl and the other with a fork.

Shen Biqin shivered for a moment, shrinking back with fear on her face, and shrank behind Ye Wujiu.

There were five finger marks on Ye Wujiu's face, but she still bit her lip and said in a low voice:

"Give all our money to you, let us live, okay?"

He was protecting his wife in the final struggle: "One billion cash, is it enough?"

This is all the circulating funds of the grandma's company.

"One billion, do you think, one billion can buy back the lives of Ugly Cow?"

Xue Wuming sneered: "And if you kill Ye Fan, you can take more than a billion if you keep the two of you."

Ye Wujiu clenched his fists tightly: "Why do you want to bully people too much?"

"Snapped--"

Xue Wuming raised his hand and slapped him: "You pretend to be an expert."

"Come on, hold them down and teach them a lesson, or they won't take us seriously."

Xue Wuming took the fork used in the western restaurant, and if he poked and dug it, his eyes would fall out.

Six men in black stepped forward.

"flutter--"

At this moment, Ye Wujiu suddenly reached out and patted Shen Biqin on the back of the head.

Shen Biqin's body shook, then she closed her eyes and passed out without a sound.

Xue Wuming was stunned, then smiled: "Knocking out my wife and making her suffer less pain, you waste is of some use."

Ye Wujiu rubbed her eyes, then took a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, which was left by Liu Fugui and the others.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "My name is Ye Wujiu."

"I know."

Xue Wuming joked, "I know you're trash."

He also wiped the fork with a paper towel, thinking about how to goug out his eyes later, so that Ye Wujiu's life would be better than death?

Ye Wujiu said lightly: "Do you know why it is called Ye Wujiu?"

Xue Wuming looked at Ye Wujiu who was wearing a fork and sneered: "I would like to hear more about it."

Ye Wujiu's eyes darkened: "No father, no mother, no brother, no sister, no name, no surname, no teacher, no apprentice."

"That's nothing."

Xue Wuming stepped forward with a fork: "Is there anything else?"

"Invincible!"

The air sank instantly!
(End of this chapter)