ation and responsibility to undertake these hard, tiring, and tedious tasks, rather than wasting the time of four elites."Everyone was chewing over Ye Fan's words. Indeed, Ye Fan was still the noble o...Ye Fan didn't even glance at the field mice and others, he merely nimbly dodged their attacks. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, indescribably beautiful. He moved through the midst of flowers without a single leaf sticking to him.

After the meal, more than ten of the field mice's younger brothers were exhausted, panting like oxen, and almost collapsed to the ground. Yet Ye Fan was still relaxed and composed, standing there as if nothing had happened. They hadn't even touched a single piece of Ye Fan's clothes.

Ye Fan looked at the panting field mouse with a smile and said, "Do you still want to fight"

The field mouse's legs suddenly went soft, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud, panting heavily and unable to utter a word.

Ye Fan frowned and looked at the bear-like figure in front of him. He crossed his arms and turned to look at Wang Xiaoyang, smiling just as innocently, "Just now, Young Master Wang said he wanted to beat me up so badly that even my mother wouldn't recognize me."

Wang Xiaoyang trembled all over, barely managing to keep from collapsing on the spot. He forced a smile and said, "No, no, I was just joking. There's one million here, please accept it." After saying that, Wang Xiaoyang trembled as he pulled a gold card out of his pocket.

This was his usual go-to move, no matter what it was, he saw everything as having a price. He hired field mice to do things, and there was a price for that. Fighting, even killing, as long as he could afford it, he deserved to get what he wanted.

He saw that Ye Fan didn't object to him putting the card into his sleeve pocket. Only then did Wang Xiaoyang relax, thinking he was some kind of formidable figure. It turned out that he was just a money-hungry person. However, as long as he liked money, he could use money to stun him, even kill him with money.

Ye Fan stared strangely at Wang Xiaoyang putting the card in his pocket. He said with a sarcastic tone, "Why did you put the card in my pocket Do you think that by doing this, I won't beat you up until your mother wouldn't even recognize you"

Wang Xiaoyang was almost in tears. What kind of person was this They took the money and, with a straight face, spoke coldly and insensitively, and even demanded that he do it himself!

Thinking about his handsome face being beaten into a pig's head by Ye Fan, Jian simply made Wang Xiaoyang feel unbearable pain. This was absolutely unacceptable! This was his capital for picking up girls in the future. Without this handsome face, how could he show his face to others

The more Wang Xiaoyang thought about it, the more frightened he became. Seizing an opportunity when Ye Fan wasn't looking, he quickly turned his body and ran away as fast as his legs could carry him.

However, compared to Ye Fan who possessed the Afterimage Fist, his speed was clearly courting death. Ye Fan just lightly flashed and appeared in front of him, like an eagle carrying a chick, he lifted his collar and threw him in front of Tian Shu. These people, including the subordinates Tian Shu brought, a total of thirteen, none of them dared to run.

These people all looked at Ye Fan with eyes filled with terror. In their eyes, this man who always had a smile on his face was simply their nightmare.

Ye Fan kicked the ground mouse lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and said: "You go up and beat the surname Wang into a pig's head, and I will spare you. How about that"

When Wang Xiaoyang heard this, he was shocked. To be beaten into a pig's head would be a death sentence for him.

The field mouse was trembling all over. Although he was terrified, he clearly knew the field mouse's identity. If he really beat him into a pig's head, he probably wouldn't be able to mix in Linhai anymore. Therefore, he shook his head like a tambourine.

"You seem quite cultured for someone who hasn't been beaten yet. I guess I'll have to beat you into a pig's head then." After Ye Fan finished speaking, he started throwing left and right hooks, each time only lightly tapping the field mouse's face. Even so, his face quickly swelled up, looking like a pig's head from afar.

The sight of the field mouse, and its horrifying shrieks that came at intervals, filled everyone present with terror.

Ye Fan frowned, displeasure in his voice: "Even though you've been beaten to a pulp, I didn't use much force. Are you really that hurt Stop making such a fuss and trying to garner sympathy, or I swear I'll cut out your tongue."

This trick really worked. The vole, who was howling on the ground just moments ago, immediately stopped crying out. It only looked at Ye Fan with an extremely mournful expression, as if to say: "Can't I even cry out People are in pain!"

"Alright, the rest of you eleven, organize yourselves into pairs of two. We'll have a game of rock, paper, scissors!" Ye Fan suddenly said excitedly.

Below, those little brothers all looked at Ye Fan with bewildered eyes.

Ye Fan frowned again, and this action made everyone's hearts skip a beat. Wouldn't this devil be taking out his anger on someone else

"It seems you guys aren't too willing," Ye Fan's voice just fell, and the remaining little brothers quickly formed five small groups. Another younger brother came out, searching left and right, his heart trembling with fear, wondering if he was going to be beaten into a pig's head by this devil.

Then, with a mournful face, he said: "I want to be in the same group as Young Master Wang."

Ye Fan shook his head and smiled: "No, no, Young Master Wang's status is noble, how can you be in the same group as him Don't worry, you yourself will directly advance to the next round and wait for the next round of competition."

Everyone looked at Ye Fan with bewildered eyes. What kind of competition was this devil trying to pull off

Ye Fan shouted: "I'll lay down the rules, it's rock-paper-scissors. The winner continues to advance, the loser is eliminated. The final champion gets a big prize! Okay, now the competition begins."

Although the little ones still had many doubts, they finally understood that the devil wanted them to play this game. Anyone could do it. Could it be that the devil would let the last winner go free and not turn him into a pig's head

The little guys were very excited, each giving their all. After intense competition, a fresh champion emerged in full force.

The little brother was so excited that he almost thanked the audience, TV, and the Party on the spot. He could finally stop being beaten up like a pig's head.

Ye Fan, however, smiled and patted his shoulder: "Not bad. As a champion's reward, I decide to let you beat Wang Xiaoyang into a pig's head. Go ahead."

That subordinate was also stunned. He wasn't like his boss, Field Mouse, who knew Wang Xiaoyang well. He was just a small soldier under his boss, and he wouldn't have the chance to interact with these people in his daily life.

And Wang Xiaoyang always only dealt with Field Mouse directly. His subordinates rarely met Wang Xiaoyang, and now that Field Mouse had been beaten into a pig's head, no one came out to speak for Wang Xiaoyang. Therefore, the subordinate hesitated slightly before making fists and charging straight towards Wang Xiaoyang.

If a person doesn't act for their own good, heaven and earth will punish them. The younger brother thought to himself, "Who cares who you are, I'll beat you up first and then talk."

To the reader:

Sorry everyone, I opened too many documents and got them mixed up. I've already fixed it.ra. Everyone around him was enveloped by this aura and involuntarily retreated in fear. As for Jiang Dawi, who was closest to Ye Fan, he felt even more uncomfortable. He was now almost at the center o...