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Chapter 78 Broken(2/2)

Compared to Yang Yaodong's life, an Audi is nothing. After some small talk, Yang Yaodong got up and left the hospital with others.

Yang Jianxiong deliberately lagged half a beat behind and smiled close to Ye Fan who was seeing off his guests: "Doctor Ye, your methods today are unbelievable, but I don't believe it."

"You can fool my brother, but you can't fool me. I can conclude that you must have played a trick."

"But my brother believes in you so much, and you don't have any ill intentions for the time being, so I won't say anything to you."

"I just want to remind you not to hurt my brother, let alone take the opportunity to harm the interests of the Yang family, otherwise I, Yang Jianxiong, will not let you go."

He hid the needle in his cotton wool and said: "Just take care of yourself."

Ye Fan didn't get angry, he just smiled lightly: "If you don't believe these things, then what do you believe?"

"fist!"

Yang Jianxiong picked up a pebble from the ground, held it in his palm, and with a click, the pebble instantly shattered.

A pile of sand and gravel fell from his palm.

"In this world, fists are king."

Yang Jianxiong looked arrogant: "As long as the fist is hard enough, even cows, ghosts and snakes can be crushed."

"It's a pity that your fist is not strong enough."

Ye Fan stretched out his hand, grabbed Yang Jianxiong's short gun, and shot himself in the head.

Yang Jianxiong subconsciously roared: "Tired of living?"

"Snapped--"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped like a cock cutting his throat, and his expression was extremely horrified.

In the field of vision, in front of the head, the bullet shot was caught by Ye Fan with his palm.

Ye Fan, who was about to have his brains burst out, stood intact.

The wind is gentle and the clouds are light, smiling at the flowers blooming and falling.

This is impossible, this is impossible...

Yang Jianxiong knelt down, stunned, and about to cry.

His pride, his unruliness, and his worldview all collapsed.

"Director Yang, please leave a souvenir."

Ye Fan threw the hot warhead back to Yang Jianxiong:
Chapter completed!
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