de him, how could he allow him to harm Ye Bufan At the same time, he punched out.Fists collided with a dull boom, the force of the two Heavenly Ranked masters' full-power strikes sending shockwaves th...Ye Bufan took two steps forward and came to the man's BMW.

"It was me who said it. Good people don't live long, but villains live for a thousand years. How come you, trash like you, haven't died in an accident"

"Brat, are you looking for death I'll drain you dry if you make me mad."

The man, in a BMW, was swaying with a watermelon knife in his hand, speaking drunkenly.

"I don't believe you. Go ahead and try if you think you can."

"Kid, you poor sods, I could kill you and still pay for it."

The BMW man saw that Ye Bufan was dressed plainly and didn't take him seriously at all. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he plunged a knife straight towards Ye Bufan's chest.

Seeing this guy actually dare to make a move, the people around him couldn't help but gasp in surprise. Some of the more timid ones even closed their eyes.

Before everyone could react, there was a loud slap. Then, the man in the BMW flew out, with five bright red palm prints on his face. The watermelon knife landed two or three meters away.

"You poor bastard, you dare hit me..."

This was the first time BMW Man had been slapped in public all his life. Enraged and ashamed, he got up again and charged towards Ye Bufan, only to be met with another resounding slap.

This time the blow was even heavier than last time. Not only did it fly three or four meters away, but it also opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth.

"Well done, young man, you're doing great! People like this deserve a good beating..."

"Wow, that guy is amazing! I wish I had his skills. I'd beat him so bad, even his mother wouldn't recognize him..."

"Damn bastard, let him look down on the poor, this kind of person would not be pitied even if he was killed..."

Seeing that Ye Bufan had taught this guy a lesson twice in a row, the people around immediately cheered.

"You..."

The BMW man got up from the ground, wiping the blood from his mouth. This time, he didn't dare to charge up again.

Being hit repeatedly sobered him up, making him realize he wasn't a match for the person in front of him at all.

"You poor wretch, you just wait! I won't let you get away with this..."

This guy uttered a harsh remark and was about to leave, but Ye Bufan wouldn't let him get away so easily.

He grabbed him from the front, trapping his neck like a chick, and pulled him back with force, slamming him hard in front of Miao Cuifang.

"Um..."

The BMW man was knocked over and coughed, almost passing out. He sobered up a lot from the fall.

He looked at Ye Bufan in terror: "You...what are you going to do I'll tell you, it's a society ruled by law now, beating someone up is illegal..."

"Slap... slap..."

Hearing this, Ye Bufan couldn't help but slap him several times in the face again.

"You talk to me about reason, but you bully me. When I fight back, you bring up the law. Have you no shame"

Although he didn't use his true qi, these strikes were still quite powerful, leaving the BMW man completely bewildered.

"That is, this shameless person actually has the nerve to mention the law after drunk driving..."

"You're right, if we're talking about the law, I think this kind of person should be shot for 5 minutes..."

“Drunk driving, carrying a knife to injure people, and still having the face to talk about the law, it's really shameless…”

For this kind of shameless behavior by the BMW man, onlookers were once again spraying him with criticism.

"You... you'll regret this..."

At this moment, the guy knew he'd met a tough opponent. He could only cover his swollen cheeks with both hands, not knowing what to say.

Ye Bufan completely ignored what he said next and said directly: "Now, immediately kneel down and apologize to this aunt, compensate for the mental damage fee, and then call the police and surrender yourself."

These three things must be done, or you may not leave here.

"You f***ing bastard, why don't you just die Do you know who I am You dare to make me kneel and apologize My father is..."

The BMW man had just been arrogantly boasting for a while, when suddenly he was caught by the throat and lifted into the air. His head slammed hard against the glass of a nearby BMW car.

"Bang..."

down…up…he hit it six or seven times in succession.

The man's head, presumably a BMW driver's, hit the glass with each impact, producing a dull thud. A crimson stain flowed down the glass, staining a large area and creating a gruesome sight.

Finally, with a crash, he smashed the glass directly, and then Ye Bufan threw him back to the ground.

Those around were secretly astonished. This young man appeared mild-mannered, but when he made a move, he was anything but ambiguous.

But no one pitied the BMW man, this guy totally deserved it. If it weren't for that young man stepping in, he would have become a murderer by now.

The BMW man got up from the ground. Although he was mostly sober now, he felt even more disoriented after being hit. He turned in circles several times before finding Ye Bufan's direction.

"You son of a bitch, you dare hit me Do you know who I am"

Seeing that this guy refused to repent, Ye Bufan stepped forward and kicked him to the ground.

" Hurry up and do what I say, apologize, pay compensation, and then surrender yourself. "

"This is impossible." The BMW man said fiercely, "Do you know who I am"

"I know you're an idiot."

Ye Bufan was speechless to this guy. Why did he keep asking the same question over and over Was his brain knocked out

"Tell me, who are you"

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to care about his status, the BMW man appeared to be more clever and finally changed the subject.

"You said it yourself, I'm just a poor wretch," Ye Bufan said lightly. "Three conditions, are you going to agree or not"

"I won't agree! What are you going to do to me I don't believe you dare kill me"

Here in public, with so many people watching, the man in the BMW was confident. He didn't believe the other person would actually dare to kill him.

"I'd kill you, if I dared. Do you believe me"

Ye Bufan's face darkened, and a powerful killing intent emanated from his entire body.

Although the BMW man was arrogant, he was ultimately just an ordinary person. He had never seen such intense killing intent before.

He was instantly terrified, his whole body trembled, a wave of urge to urinate followed, and then a foul odor filled the air. The guy had actually been scared into peeing himself.

"Mr. Ye, please don't!"

Miao Cuiflower stood by all along, already scared silly by Ye Bufan's series of fierce

operations. Only now did she come to her senses.

The old woman had been kind and honest her whole life. She hadn't even seen a fight a few times, let alone killed anyone.

She was afraid that her son's friend, because of his momentary impulse, might really kill someone. She quickly stepped between the two and pulled Ye Bufan into her arms. Turning back to the man in the BMW, she shouted: "Run, run quickly!"

"Kid, you ain't seen the last of me. This isn't over."

The BMW man knew this was his only chance, spat out a vicious remark, scrambled to his feet and ran.

He didn't even bother with the wrecked BMW, just hailed a cab and sped away from the scene.

Ye Bufan was held tightly by Miao Cuifang, and in the end, he could only suppress the anger in his heart.

"When the man in the BMW was gone, the old woman finally let out a long sigh of relief: "Mr. Ye, you were too impulsive. This wasn't worth it. If you had actually killed him, you would have been sent to prison for a very long time."

"Ye Bufan calmed himself down and said, "Aunt Miao, I'm fine. You should go back first. If you need anything, just contact me."

"No need, no need. We're doing fine now. The house is big and comfortable, and we're both healthy. Tell that boy Changsi to work hard..."

Miao Cuiflower was truly very satisfied with her current living situation. After expressing her gratitude repeatedly, she left with the trash bag in her hand.n from"" Passat, who told you that I was a Passat" Ye Bufan glanced at him with the look of someone looking at a mentally disabled child. "Have you ever heard of a car called Phaeton""What Phaeton"Fe...