Chapter 1986: Chapter 1986: Where Did She Pop Out From?
MMP!
MMP!
Ouyang Feng actually calls Bai Xi "Aunt Bai"?
Moreover, his demeanor was entirely that of a junior addressing a senior.
And he, Wang Jian! Just now, he insinuated that Ye Jingtian and Bai Xi were having an affair...
Dead, he’s dead for sure!
So, Wang Jian fainted from fear on the spot!
And the people around were trembling more violently!
It’s safe to say, their legs were so weak, they could barely stand.
Who is Ouyang Feng?
Tell me loudly, who is he?
The successor of the Ouyang Family! The successor! Right now, Old Man Ouyang has been letting Ouyang Feng get familiar with various operations, even giving him part of the business chain to play with.
His words can absolutely represent the entire Ouyang Family!
At this moment, Dong Yu and Hua Ji walked to Bai Xi’s side, and said with a cold expression, "Aunt Bai, you go rest. From now on, Wang Jian will cease to exist."
Hearing this sound, the legs of the people around trembled even more.
Damn, there are even two more of them?
Dong Yu! Hua Ji!
Although they’re not the heirs of the Dong Family and the Hua Family.
Still, they have a certain status in the family.
It wouldn’t take much, just a word or two to their families, for Dong Yu and Hua Ji to get rid of small businessmen like them.
That’s all it takes!
Wasn’t Bai Xi expelled from the Bai Family?
How could she have such close connections with the Ouyang Family, Dong Family, and Hua Family?
Even if Old Man Bai, Bai Le, came, the three young masters like Ouyang Feng wouldn’t necessarily care, right?
Damn, why is this happening?
Is it because I left the house the wrong way this morning, or took my meds the wrong way?
Am I hallucinating?
Quickly, a group of people started biting their tongues to check.
Instantly, their legs went weak.
Damn, this is not a hallucination!
Really not a hallucination!
Heavens, what the hell is going on here?
Meanwhile, Zhou Zicheng and his group, now looking like beaten pigs, felt utterly aggrieved!
Weren’t you all so tough just now?
Why are your legs weak now?
Do you not understand why we’re kneeling?
To have any respect, do you need to be beaten half to death like Wang Xun and his son?
Keep being tough, go on, continue!
Damn bastard, how could a father be so ruthless!
At this moment, Zhang Fan retracted his killing intent, as if nothing had happened, and went to support his mom’s hand, quickly giving his dad a wink. "My dear Empress, please go inside and rest, have some tea and chat with Uncle Ye."
Zhang Dongyang understood, and led Bai Xi away.
"Don’t cause any deaths," Zhang Dongyang said.
Zhang Fan immediately nodded: "Oh dad, relax, I’m a model student here!"
"Xiaofan, it’s up to you now!" Qin Shuang patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder and went with Ye Jingtian inside the villa.
Once his mom and dad were out of sight, Zhang Fan’s face turned icy cold.
He turned and walked over to Wang Jian, grinning broadly.
That sinister smile made everyone around shiver involuntarily.
"Yo, asleep already? You’re the main character now, can’t have you sleeping." Zhang Fan laughed, reaching into his pocket, and in an instant, a silver needle appeared in the palm of his hand.
Then, Zhang Fan took the silver needle and started jabbing it into Wang Jian’s forehead.
By the third jab, Wang Jian woke up.
"Oh, you’re awake?" Zhang Fan grinned!
Then, Zhang Fan reached into his pocket with his left hand, pulling out a small white bottle from his storage.
Putting the silver needle into the bottle to get some white powder, the smile on Zhang Fan’s face became even more pronounced.
"I’m someone who holds grudges, very unlucky for you, you’ve made a deep impression on me.
You can target me, but why target my Empress?" Zhang Fan said softly, reaching out to gently tap Wang Jian’s chin.
The moment Wang Jian opened his mouth, Zhang Fan directly stuck the silver needle into Wang Jian’s tongue.
Seeing this scene, the crowd shivered with a chill down their spines!
Silver needle? Porcelain bottle?
Damn, this gives off a bad omen!
Just at that moment, Wang Jian’s face turned bright red.
His body started moving involuntarily.
Three seconds later, Wang Jian’s hands reached his face.
Watching this happen, the faces of the crowd went even paler!
Damn, what’s going on?
Wang Jian’s situation seems a bit off.
Just then, Zhang Fan stood up, clapped his hands!
"OK, let’s go, time to eat!"
"Huh? That’s it? He insulted Aunt Bai, you’re just going to let him off?" Dong Yu said with a gloomy face.
"Heh!" Zhang Fan chuckled lightly: "Then shall we watch?"
"Huh?" Ouyang Feng and the other two were instantly confused!
But in the next moment, their eyes tightened.
Wang Jian, lying on the ground, suddenly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
Both his hands grabbed his tongue, persistently tugging at it.
Soon, Ouyang Feng and the others turned away, their scalps tingling.
Because in that brief time, they saw Wang Jian literally pull out his own tongue.
Oh my god, almost scared them to death!
At this moment, on Zhou Zicheng’s side, a group of middle-aged men dropped to their knees instantly.
Their bodies kept trembling.
Every pore on their bodies was quivering.
"Young master, we were wrong! We’ve truly erred! Please spare us!"
Some were already kneeling and kowtowing.
They had seen Wang Jian’s fate with their own eyes.
Nothing else to say, pulling out one’s own tongue—
Kneeling and admitting fault, what’s that worth?
What’s it worth at all!
"Young Master Ouyang, Young Master Dong, Young Master Hua, please speak a word for us."
"Yes, we didn’t do anything wrong. Insulting Miss Bai was Wang Jian, that scumbag."
"We were just misled by Wang Jian!"
"Zhou Zicheng, what the hell are you waiting for? Quickly kneel and apologize!"
"Liu Huyun, see what a waste your father is, quickly apologize and atone!"
"Slap, slap!"
A group of middle-aged men immediately began slapping Zhou Zicheng and his group’s faces, one after another.
Feeling their faces sting, Zhou Zicheng and his group were almost in tears.
Weren’t you just the ones stopping us from kneeling and slapping ourselves?
Why are you hitting me now?
Why?
Where did your anger just now go? Huh?
Your dignity?
Where the hell did it all go?
Why don’t you hit yourselves, why hit us?
Zhou Zicheng and his group felt completely wronged to death.
But in the next moment, they still knelt!
Heads directly knocking against the bluestone.
"Young Master Zhang Fan, it was us who were wrong, please forgive us!"
"It was our blind eyes failing to recognize Taishan, it was our misdeeds..."
"Heh!" Zhang Fan let out a cold laugh, turning away.
Just a pile of trash, do as you please!
However, just as Zhang Fan turned away, his gaze froze.
His eyes locked onto Weng Shuang standing at the door, holding a little girl’s hand.
Wait a minute?
What’s with the little girl?
Where did she come from?
