Perspective Crazy Doctor

"Boy, stop!"

Ye Fan was walking in front of him when he heard the heavy voice of a man behind him.

It sounds like a middle-aged man.

When ye fan turned around, he saw a strong looking middle-aged man standing behind him. There were several men standing behind him, each with a wooden stick.

The nearest man is bald, with a short beard and small eyes. He looks very energetic. He wears a black vest and shows a tiger tattoo. He looks very domineering.

However, although the man looks very good and looks like that, the people behind him look different. Those people feel like they are thousands of miles away from him, just like there is a gap between an uncle and a hooligan.

"Are you Ye Fan?" the man looked at Ye Fan disdainfully. There was a leaf in his mouth. The leaf swayed on his mouth.

Ye Fan was not afraid of him at all, and looked at him directly in his eyes.

"Yes, bald brother, that's the boy!" a little gangster behind him came to his ear and said.

Most of the people who came here didn't know ye fan, but after hearing the voice, he looked at the little gangster carefully and found that he still looked familiar.

After thinking for a while, Ye Fan suddenly finds out that this little gangster is not from the green dragon Gang?

He remembered that when he went to dinner with Bai ningrou, a fat man and a tall thin man wanted to flirt with Bai ningrou. At that time, he was beaten up by himself. At that time, he said he was going to revenge himself. Isn't this man the tall thin man next to the fat man at that time?

Ye Fan immediately understood that these people were the rescuers invited by the green dragon sect!

Oh, he thought they could do something good. They just wanted to win more, but they didn't know their strength.

It doesn't matter to Ye Fan that there are many people and few people. Anyway, it doesn't pose any threat to him. Just play with them for a while.

"You Qinglong Gang? Hey, thin man, you didn't hit enough last time," Ye Fan looked up at him and said very provocatively. "You said you trained yourself by yourself and let me fight. Why do you have to bring so many people to trouble your brother?"

After hearing what Ye Fan said, the bald man narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Fan again.

"Boy, I think you are also very young. I understand you. Who hasn't been frivolous when you are young? But don't talk too full, otherwise my brothers will do too much later, and I can't control it."

Yao Na sees so many people, anyway? He has been a policeman for some time, and he knows what these people are doing by listening to them.

I'm a little worried if I don't enter. Ye Fan is coming.

Although she and ye fan only met today, they have no special feelings, but somehow? I just don't want anything to happen to him.

In addition, maybe because of her work, she doesn't want to fight.

Ye Fan didn't want to talk so much nonsense to them. He thought it was better to make a quick decision if he wasted his time, so he took a step forward and wanted to convince them directly.

But I didn't expect Yao Na to hold him when he just took a step forward.

He was puzzled.

"Sister beauty, why are you pulling me? I respect your work, but I seem to have personal freedom."

"There are so many of them, can you do it alone?" Yao Na frowned. She wondered whether she should call the Bureau and ask the bureau to send some people to stop it.

But there are so many of them, and there is only one person. Even with him, the two of them face ten or twenty people. To tell the truth, Yao Na has no bottom in her heart.

But if she calls now, I'm afraid it's too late. When her colleagues come, they may have finished the fight.

So Yao Na just picked up her cell phone and put it down.

Ye Fan understood what she meant when she saw her actions, so she gave her a reassuring smile, "well, sister beauty, we have to go to dinner later. Don't worry about these ten or twenty people. I don't pay attention to them."

After listening to this sentence, the people across the street are covered with black lines. Do you think the young man in front of you is too confident?

But after all, young people think they are very powerful, so when ye fan thinks so, the little gangsters opposite also think so, but their difference is that ye fan is a real powerful person, but those little gangsters are not. They just bully fewer people with more people.

After hearing this, the bald man also felt that the boy in front of him was a little too narcissistic.

But he was looking forward to a fight later.

The reason why bald head came here was his brother, and his brother was the fat man beaten by Ye Fan that day.

When he heard that his brother was beaten by a little boy, he was of course very angry, so he promised his brother to avenge him, but he didn't expect that his opponent would be such a weak and insignificant boy.

However, the best thing about baldheaded is that he is still rational, so he doesn't feel angry at Ye Fan's provocations, because he knows that their Qinglong gang was once the loser of the little boy.

He even heard a little about the fact that more than 50 people of the black dragon gang were defeated by him at first, but he felt that the legend was greater than real time. Even if it was false, it came true, so he didn't believe it.

Yao Na snorted coldly after listening to his words.

Yao Na only knows that his medical skills are very good. She thinks that people with good medical skills should be weak, so he doesn't think so after listening to Ye Fan's words.

"Forget it, let me help you! Just pay your debt!"

After that, she followed Ye Fan up.

Ye Fan didn't pay attention to her. After all, she is still a woman and they just met. She doesn't believe her ability is certain, but it doesn't matter. Just prove it to her.

Ye Fan is thinking about her. Now she thinks she can't beat these people. If she beats them later, what will the little woman think in front of her?

Will she show little admiring eyes to herself?

At the thought of this, Ye Fan is more eager to try.

He can't stand his mood now, as if it was a good thing for him.