Ye Fan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called up a surveillance camera, and then shouted to Tang Ruoxue: "Let Mr. Yang and the others come over."

"If you want me to call someone, I will give you a happy call."

Ye Fan said simply and neatly: "Notify all the media and call as many as they can."

After he knew what happened, he sent a message to Dugu Shang and immediately obtained the video of the gambling game in the surveillance room.

Yang Poju's expression changed dramatically, and he hurriedly made a call, but no one answered in the monitoring room. Apparently something had happened.

"Wait a minute!"

Just when Tang Ruoxue was about to press the last number, Ye Feiyang endured the severe pain on his face and roared.

Tang Ruoxue looked at him coldly.

Ye Feiyang, who had always dealt with the situation calmly, finally showed a trace of unwillingness: "Get out of the way and let them go..." He saw Yang Po's panic and knew that the consequences of fighting would be serious.

Ye Fan shouted: "Apologise!"

Ye Feiyang twitched the corner of his mouth, and then said to Tang Ruoxue: "I'm sorry."

"One more pair of hands is needed!"

Ye Fan's figure flashed, and he was in front of Yang Pojing in an instant, grabbing his hands with a click.

Break! The rules of the world are to cut off thousands of hands and slander both hands.

"Ah——" Yang Poju screamed, and then he held it back tightly.

"Walk!"
Chapter completed!