Ye Fan's voice was full of monstrous killing intent.
In the next moment, Ye Fan's right hand, which grabbed Yang Ting's neck, violently forced out his majestic internal energy.
Yang Ting only felt that a powerful force came like a volcanic eruption.
The intense pain and suffocation made his face turn purple.
The limbs kept struggling, trying to get rid of Ye Fan's shackles, but in vain.
It didn't take long for him to hang his hands down, his eyes turned white, as if he was about to faint.
"brother!"
Seeing this scene, Yang Jingjing let out a scream, with an incredible expression on her face.
In her mind, the invincible brother, at this moment, was like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
"Tit! Tit! Tit!"
At this moment, a rapid and high-pitched police siren sounded, from far to near.
A few Jing cars drove towards the restaurant, red and blue flashing lights gleaming in the night.
Obviously, the big movement happening here has attracted the attention of the local police.
"Stab!"
The tires violently rubbed against the ground, and more than a dozen Jingcha got out of the car and rushed towards the restaurant.
At the first moment, they found that Ye Fan was pinching Yang Ting's neck severely, and Yang Ting's facial features were twisted together, bloodshot eyes were about to pop out of their eye sockets, and they looked like they were about to be strangled.
Seeing this scene, the leading middle-aged Jingcha's face changed drastically, and he scolded Ye Fan:
"Who are you? Don't move! Put people down quickly!"
...
Before, Yang Ting had never thought that he was the grandson of Hong Yi's leader, and he would rely on Jingcha to rescue him.
But now, he is like a drowning man seeing the straw.
However, when Ye Fan heard the words, he smiled slightly and said lightly:
"Comrade, you also told me not to move, and you let me put people down, inconsistent, and the difficulty coefficient is too high to do it!"
"Presumptuous! Put the person down quickly and squat down with your hands behind your back!" Jing Cha said angrily.
Ye Fan fell into contemplation upon hearing this.
He knew that with his current strength, not to mention a dozen jingle, even if the number of people is ten times more, he is not afraid.
However, they are official forces after all, and if they are enemies in the public, they may cause unnecessary trouble to themselves.
Thinking of this, Ye Fan slowly released his right hand.
"boom!"
Yang Ting's huge body suddenly fell to the ground, like a bereaved dog, with a clear bruise mark on his neck.
"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."
Yang Ting stretched out his hand to cover his neck and coughed constantly.
His eyes were full of unprecedented fear and horror, an undecided look, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, as if walking before a ghost gate.
At this time, the middle-aged Jing watched the mess in the court, frowned and asked in a deep voice:
"This bureau has received reports from the masses that some people here are provoking troubles and committing violent crimes. What happened?"
Hearing this, Yang Ting first stepped back seven or eight steps, and distanced himself from Ye Fan. Then, the fear in his eyes turned into monstrous anger, and the wicked first complained:
"This kid tried to attack me just now. If you come a few minutes late, I'm afraid I will be killed by him!"
...
At this moment, the middle-aged Jing looked at Yang Ting's face, as if thinking of something, his pupils shrank suddenly, his body was shaken, and he asked with some uncertainty:
"Are you Yang Ting? The Yang Ting from the Hong Yi Yang family?!"
"Huh... if you have some eyesight, you can recognize me! Since you know it's me, don't hurry up and grab this kid!" Yang Ting gritted his teeth.
After receiving an affirmative answer from Yang Ting, the middle-aged Jing Cha's face changed drastically.
Although Yang Ting has disappeared in the past few years, the reputation of the "Hunshi Demon King" is extremely famous in China's maritime police circles.
In the bureau, there were at least hundreds of cases involving Yang Ting, all of which were and brutal murders and wounding cases.
However, the police had never been able to arrest him with conclusive evidence, and his grandfather, Yang Zhenkun, the hero of the Huahai Underground World, had a huge network of connections, so Yang Ting had to be allowed to escape.
But at this moment, this lawless demon king became a "victim", and was almost strangled to death just now.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!"
In the next moment, countless eyes all focused on Ye Fan, pushing him to the cusp of the storm.
The eyes of more than a dozen Jingchao were full of surprise, and a huge wave was set off in his heart, and he was astonished beyond recognition.
They couldn't imagine that Ye Fan, who looked inconspicuous and not burly, could actually push Yang Ting to this point!
At this time, the headed middle-aged Jingcha took out two handcuffs from his pocket, walked towards the two of them, looking gloomy, and said every word: "You two, come back to the bureau with us and be investigated! "
"Hahaha..."
Suddenly, Yang Ting let out a brazen laugh, looked at Ye Fan with a grinning smile:
"Boy, I admit that your strength is beyond my imagination! But in the three-centre acre of Huahai, no one is the opponent of our Yang family!
It won’t take long for me to come out swaggering! And you will be in jail, and I will keep you as long as I want! When I come out, I will retaliate against all the family members, lovers and friends around you! Because of you, they will all be affected! It was you-killed them! Hahaha..."
Yang Ting's arrogance is extremely arrogant!
Hearing these words, the middle-aged Jingcha's face was full of anger, but he was helpless.
Because he knew that what Yang Ting said was true.
Even if they caught Yang Ting and the evidence was solid, what about?
With Hong Yi Yang's position in Huahai, he has the capital to defy the law and trample on the rules.
Even if their immediate boss saw Hong Yi's leader Yang Zhenkun, he had to be polite and dare not offend him.
Otherwise, Yang Zhenkun's order could shake the entire Huahai.
Facing Yang Ting’s threat, Ye Fan’s face was expressionless, but his eyes were cold, like the ice wind of Siberia, he said every word:
"Yang Ting, do you think... I really dare not kill you?"
Yang Ting heard the words, patted his chest, and continued to provoke: "Huh... stinky boy, you dare to be stubborn when you die! Under so many eyelids, would you dare to kill me?"
"Come on, I'm Yang Ting, please kill! Please kill!"
...
The reason why Yang Ting is so confident is because of the jingle behind him.
He knew that with the strength of these Jingchao, Ye Fan couldn't stop Ye Fan at all, but they had a special identity. Once Ye Fan blatantly committed a murder, it would be equivalent to being an enemy of Huaxia officials and was wanted nationwide every minute.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Ye Fan's aura suddenly changed, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, showing its sharp edge.
"Yang Ting, since you beg to kill, beg to slaughter! Then I will kill you to see!"
As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan's figure flashed and appeared in front of him like a ghost.
At this moment, Yang Ting's hairs were erected all over, and he was terrified, and had a strong ominous premonition, as if Death had raised his sickle and pressed it against his neck.
He subconsciously wanted to escape.
However, Ye Fan's right hand pinched his neck once again [Penquge 5200www.bqg5200.me].
The intense pain caused Yang Ting to twitch all over, unable to resist, and there was the possibility of suffocation at any time.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged Jing Cha's face changed drastically, and he quickly took out a pistol from the holster around his waist, pointed the black hole at Ye Fan's head, and shouted:
"Boy, let go quickly and let go of Yang Ting! Otherwise, I will shoot!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan's face was full of disdain. He looked at Yang Ting who was close at hand, and said lightly:
"You shouldn't be absolutely wrong, you shouldn't use my relatives and friends to threaten! When you arrive at the Yin Cao Jifu, don't forget to tell the judge that the person who killed you is called Ye Fan!"
As soon as the voice fell, the murderous opportunity appeared.
Ye Fan's right hand slammed into force.
"Crack!"
The incomparably clear sound of bone fracture resounded through the audience.
Surrounded by more than a dozen Jingchao, Ye Fan broke Yang Ting's neck without hesitation.
Yang Ting's head tilted, like a frustrated ball, with his limbs drooping.
Yang Ting, the demon king of the mixed world, will die!
