amble, there must be some prize, right""No problem. You said it, what are we betting on" Ye Fan said seriously."If you can catch me, young master will give you a Ferrari. " "As expected of the eldest...>

Section 264: Turmoil Returns

Ye Fan paused, turned his head to look at the person who was shouting, but saw three people in police uniforms. He frowned slightly, how could the police appear here

On closer inspection, it turned out to be Zhang Mingdong, the head of the school's security department, and two other security guards. They were patrolling the area and saw the fight happening here, so they rushed over. The shout just now was made by Zhang Mingdong.

Seeing the security guard approaching, Ye Fan stopped. As if sensing that Ye Fan had no intention of continuing, Fan Zhiwei and his four unharmed teammates hurried forward to help him up.

Compared to Fan Jiwei, Zhang Hong's injuries were a bit more terrifying. His eye socket was smashed, and the fresh blood flowing out dyed half his face red. Half of his face was pale white, and his body trembled.

Fan Zhiwei was in excruciating pain all over his body. He was still spitting blood, and a large lump had risen on his head. His face was as white as paper, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart, lacking any strength whatsoever. His head also throbbed with waves of dizziness.

Fan Zhiwei, who had a slight headache initially, saw three members of the Security Department appear and immediately glared at Ye Fan and his group, shouting loudly: "It was them who just attacked me and my friends. If you hadn't arrived in time, they would have continued to attack us."

Zhang Mingdong looked at Ye Fan, as if asking a question.

Ye Fan shrugged at him and said, "Do you believe I can beat all of them by myself"

Zhang Mingdong looked at Ye Fan, then at Fan Zhiwei and Zhang Hong and their group. He knew Fan Zhiwei and his background. Seeing Fan Zhiwei beaten like this by Ye Fan, he started calculating in his heart: If he helped Fan Zhiwei, he could get in touch with the Black Dragon Society. Although he didn't necessarily want to associate with the underworld, it would still be useful. Even if he didn't use it, helping him once would always build some goodwill and wouldn't lead to resentment later on. Besides, it was obvious now that it was the two of them who were injured, while that arrogant kid looked indifferent, which made him very uncomfortable.

Fan Zhiwei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glared fiercely at Ye Fan, saying: "Boy, I will make you pay double for what happened today. I will make you kneel before me and beg for mercy..."

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, a flash of coldness in his gaze. Even though he usually appeared very easygoing, he never accepted threats from anyone.

Threats against him, that's when it touched his nerve.

"Repeat what you just said." Ye Fan took a step forward, stating in a flat tone. However, anyone could hear that there was no warmth in his voice. Even Song Dongye standing beside him couldn't help but shiver.

“What’s it to you, I’ll make you regret this. Regret messing with me today, if I don't kill you, I’m not Fan Zhiwei.” Fan Zhiwei took a step back, looking arrogant, but still a little apprehensive in his heart. Compared to Ye Fan’s just now move, it left him with too deep of a memory.

"Is that so" Ye Fan snorted coldly, taking another step forward and saying, "I want to see how you make me regret this."

Fan Zhiwei shuddered involuntarily all over when he heard Ye Fan's words, but seeing three security personnel in uniforms standing right before him, he didn't believe Ye Fan dared to make a move. So he pretended to shout loudly: "You saw it, right This kid is too arrogant, he simply treats the school as his own home, coming and going as he pleases. If you don't do anything, I will go to the principal myself and complain about this..."

Just as Fan Zhiwei was incessantly complaining to the three security personnel, Ye Fan's body moved again.

"Snore"

He darted towards Fan Zhiwei like a ghost, his terrifying speed creating a gust of wind.

The next moment, to everyone's astonishment, Ye Fan appeared before Fan Zhiwei, his right hand suddenly raised, and fiercely slapped Fan Zhiwei's mouth.

"Slap"

The next moment, a crisp sound rang out. Fan Zhiwei was slapped by Ye Fan and flew out. His body, like a kite with a broken string, drew a beautiful arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Bang"

A dull thud echoed as a spurt of blood gushed from Fan Zhiwei's mouth, two slightly yellowed teeth mixed with blood falling onto the concrete floor. In the sunlight, it was eye-catching.

On the ground, Fan Zhiwei lay there like a dead pig, twitching all over, his cheeks bulging like steamed buns.

A sudden scene hushed the already bustling crowd. Everyone's eyes widened, staring intently at the imposing figure in the center of the stage.

Even three members of the security department were no exception.

They were all veterans who had served in the army and seen quite a few so-called tough soldiers, but... compared to Ye Fan in the center of the stage, they were simply dwarfed.

One slap sent the person flying.

If it weren't for Fan Zhiwei still lying on the ground, moaning in pain, they would have even suspected they were hallucinating.

"You...you stop!" After a brief moment of shock, Zhang Mingdong pulled out his truncheon and pointed it at Ye Fan. The two security guards beside him also looked nervous, each reaching for their batons and eyeing Ye Fan menacingly.

Ye Fan turned his head and gave Zhang Mingdong a casual glance.

"Snap"

Perhaps because he was too nervous and afraid, when Ye Fan cast his gaze upon Zhang Mingdong, his face suddenly changed. He instinctively took a step back, his right hand unconsciously loosening, causing the baton to drop directly to the ground.

There was complete silence at the scene.

Just as the dispute was unfolding, a chubby man with a chicken leg in one hand and a cigar in the other appeared on the stands of the gymnasium, a strange gleam in his eyes. He munched on his chicken leg while muttering to himself, "A bunch of idiots, why pick on anyone else but this god of death."

Seeing Ye Fan make his move, he shook his head and sighed, "This kid's skills have declined recently. The last time we met, he beat me badly. I wonder if he can beat me now" He chuckled a few times at this point.

Having finished his chicken drumstick, he tossed the bones on the ground and reached into his pocket for a white handkerchief to wipe his mouth. Then, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Fatty, where did you go to die" The moment the phone was answered, a woman's voice came through.

"Auntie Chen, I have a favor to ask of you." The Fatty was unusually serious at this moment.

"What's wrong" Chen Yi on the phone was clearly taken aback. This dead fat man rarely called him, let alone seriously talking about something.

"Ye Fan got into a fight, you call the principal of Linhai University." The fat man looked at the security guards confronting Ye Fan and calmly said.

At this time, at least ten more security guards came from the entrance of the gymnasium. It seemed that Zhang Mingdong had notified them secretly. A cold killing intent flashed across Fatty's face.

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