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With that sound, Sikong Yanran, Lin Meixin, Luo Xueyan, and the others sobered up immediately.
They stared at Ye Fan in amazement, especially Lin Meixin and Lin Meiyu. They had never imagined that the seemingly quiet Ye Fan could be so violent over a disagreement, he'd just started a fight, not even asking who the other party was.
Luo Xueyan's eyes flashed with surprise, followed by a burst of ridicule. Sister Yanran was so steady, why was her brother so impulsive? He was going to fight whether he wanted to or not? Would fighting solve the problem?
If it weren't for Sikong Yanran, she wouldn't have bothered to pay any attention to this guy.
Only Wu Min'er's eyes sparked, and a thought flashed through her little head: "Hurry!"
At this moment, the man's cry of pain startled the man in the plaid shirt who was on the phone. Looking up, he saw his little brother had been knocked to the ground, and he was immediately furious.
"You bastard, you actually dared to hit someone? Are you looking for death?" As he spoke, the man had already picked up a vase placed at the door and was preparing to throw it at Ye Fan.
"Xiao Fan, be careful..." Seeing this man holding such a large vase and throwing it at Ye Fan, Sikong Yanran sobered up instantly. Her body instinctively hugged Ye Fan, wanting to use her body to block the attack for Ye Fan.
"Sister Yanran, how can I hit someone when you're holding me like this?" Ye Fan felt helpless, but he could only stretch out his hands and hug Sikong Yanran's slender waist. Then he turned around and swung his leg, sweeping the man in the plaid shirt in the groin, kicking him out with one kick. The vase in his hand also fell and smashed to pieces...
Such a noise naturally alarmed the people in the box. The box where the man in the plaid shirt was opened, and men in strange costumes rushed out. When they saw the man in the plaid shirt on the ground, they exclaimed: "Fuck..."
"Fuck, he actually dared to hit me, he actually dared to kick me, chop him off, chop him off..." The man in the plaid shirt stood up with the help of these people, roaring madly...
As the man roared, the eyes of the men who had rushed out flash with murderous intent.
Some even drew knives and advanced towards Ye Fan.
"Boy, you dare to hurt my crotch? You're dead..."
Seeing these men actually draw knives, Lin Meixin and the others' faces suddenly changed, but not with fear, but with worry.
Sikong Yanran, who was in Ye Fan's arms, also came to her senses. Seeing these men draw knives, her face turned extremely ugly. Who were these people? Where did they get such courage? How dare they use knives here?
Lin Meixin remained relatively calm, and Tang Yan only frowned, clearly not expecting such audacity.
Lin Meiyu's face paled, while Luo Xueyan's expression was filled with disdain, but she directed her disdain at Ye Fan. Such was the consequence of impulsiveness. Only Wu Min'er's eyes showed no fear or worry, but only excitement. This was a scene only seen in the movies.
"What are you going to do?" Sikong Yanran protected Ye Fan with her hands and snorted coldly at these people. She was just a woman, but she didn't want Ye Fan to be hurt at all. At this moment, she was like a lioness protecting her cub.
"Girl, get out of the way... Don't blame me if I scratch your face..." The man walking in front was bald, but he had a small braid on the top of his bald head and a patterned spider tattooed on his forehead. He was obviously not a good person.
Of course, none of these people were good people!
"You are so bold that you dare to commit murder here. Don't you have any respect for the law?" Sikong Yanran did not retreat but advanced, snorting angrily. She was the head of the dignified Sikong family and a well-known figure in Linhai City. She had seen all kinds of storms.
"Law? Here, I am the law. This is my last warning. Get out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for stabbing you too..." The patterned spider snorted coldly.
If Sikong Yanran had not been so beautiful, he would have taken action long ago.
"How dare you..." It was Ye Fan who spoke these words. He sensed Sikong Yanran's protectiveness, and his heart was already deeply moved. Sister Yanran was still Sister Yanran, the same Sister Yanran who had loved and protected him since childhood. Even after all these years, that hadn't changed.
Even though she knew she couldn't frighten these people, let alone stop them, she still stood before him without hesitation. That alone was enough!
As he spoke, Ye Fan had already pulled Sikong Yanran behind him.
"Xiaofan, they..."
"Sister Yanran, you've taken care of me for so many years. Now that Xiaofan has grown up, let me take care of you..." Ye Fan said calmly, releasing Sikong Yanran's hand and taking a step forward.
His figure was elegant and solitary, his demeanor calm and composed, emanating an invisible aura of dominance.
Tang Yan and Lin Meixin's eyes lit up, seemingly unaware that Ye Fan had such a manly side. Wu Min'er's eyes were already shining, and she looked at Ye Fan with admiration.
Only Luo Xueyan's eyes were still filled with mockery. What good could a guy who only knew how to show off his strength do? Could he really handle so many people? Didn't he know that doing so would only get him hurt and end up worrying Sister Yanran?