Chapter Thirty-One

Ye Tian uttered such an arrogant remark, in the eyes of everyone, he was not only terminally ill, but also hopeless. Even Li Siyu couldn't help shaking his head at him, thinking that what he said was too much. This will only make things no longer room for maneuver. The arrival of the third master is like a storm, sweeping away everything in front of him.

The third master is a legend in Yingzhou. Many thugs are scared to death when they hear his name. He is also an idol in many people's hearts. I heard that a thug said something bad about him after drinking and was chopped off twenty Multiple knives. The third master is completely different from these ordinary rich second-generation or punks. It is another level of existence. Opening one's mouth casually may determine a person's life or death.

Not to mention them, even with ten times the power of connections, they can't afford to offend the third master.

This is a death-like existence, he would be thankful if he didn't come to look for Ye Tian, ​​but Ye Tian even brazenly said that he was going to make him suffer.

"Ye Tian, ​​I beg you to stop talking."

Those rich second generations present were all downcast, their faces were ashen, and they complained about Ye Tianlai. It's acceptable for a waiter to be able to fight, but if you say that you dare to challenge the third master, it's purely bragging with your life.

"It's useless if you can fight, the third master's people are not vegetarian."

"You'd better keep some morals. It's just a matter of saying that the third master wants your life."

"Please don't implicate us!"

Everyone knows that the third master is a special soldier, and most of the people he recruited are retired soldiers or special soldiers. Many of them came here after a sea of ​​blood. how much blood.

Ye Tian didn't speak, just stood there quietly.

Fan Jianming looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "Ye Tian, ​​after a while, you will see what a real society is."

Many owners of the shops outside were stretching their heads to watch the excitement, and saw a hundred burly men walking over from a distance. These big men are full of murderous aura, mighty and majestic, just this kind of aura makes people tremble in the bottom of their hearts. When they saw the leader clearly, they all exclaimed.

"Why is the third master here!"

"Oh my god, what the hell is going on here, labor his lord."

The third son was walking like a tiger, with a face like ice, leading more than a hundred people, making the entire golden street quiet.

"Master!"

"Hello, third master!"

On the road, people kept bowing their heads and bowing their heads to say hello, wishing they could throw themselves on the third master and lick him twice to show their humility.

The light in the rich second generation's eyes in the clean bar seemed to be suddenly splashed out by a basin of water, and he sat down on the ground without expression.

"It's really the third master!"

"It's over, it's useless for us to find anyone now."

How could Ye Tian take the third son seriously? When the third son came, the matter was basically over. Instead, he was relieved that he didn't have to bother with these children anymore, so he found a sofa and held a cup of tea. Red wine, drink it yourself.

Seeing that he can still be so leisurely, those rich second generations began to curse from the bottom of their hearts.

"Whether Ye Tian is really stupid or pretending to be stupid, what time is it, and he is still in the mood to drink."

"I'm so fucking convinced, trough, I'm a complete idiot!"

Seeing Ye Tian sitting with a golden saber on his horse, Li Siyu hurried over and said, "Ye Tian, ​​you...", feeling a little disappointed in her heart.

But Ye Tian pulled her to the seat and said, "You can rest assured, I can handle it." He brought her another glass of juice and said, "Relax, don't be so nervous."

How could Li Siyu not be nervous, looked at Ye Tian, ​​sighed slightly, sat there with frowning eyebrows, not in the mood to drink juice.

The hooligans blocking the entrance of the Qing bar saw that the people brought by the third master looked like tigers and wolves, and all of them turned pale. Before they came over, they hurriedly moved out of the way like a tide, bowed and shouted in unison: "Three Father!"

Zhang Liang grinned grimly at Ye Tian, ​​and shouted: "Boy, if you dare to break off my hand, I will cripple you today!" After he finished speaking, he trotted out to meet Ye Tian, ​​ignoring the pain of his severed wrist up.

Fan Jianming and Qian Baiyin went out to welcome them out. After seeing the third son, Fan Jianming bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "Hello, third master!"

Qian Baiyin simply cupped his hands and greeted his third son.

"En? The three sons are pretty good at it!" Seeing that even Fan Jianming's level of seniors bowed their heads to him, Ye Tian muttered unconsciously.

Li Siyu sighed deeply, and said, "Ye Tian, ​​stop talking."

The third son exchanged a few simple greetings with everyone outside, and then entered the Qing Dynasty.

He had just stepped into the door, and as if they had made an appointment, many rich second generations rushed up and knelt down in front of the third son.

"Third Master, I was wrong. I didn't know you would come in person."

"We are willing to give up the Queen's Qing Bar, just... just please spare our lives!"

Their faces were full of panic, and their voices trembled when they spoke. For the third son, they felt the deepest fear in their hearts.

The third son ignored them, frowned and shouted: "Go away!"

Everyone seemed to have heard the imperial decree, but they didn't dare to stand up, and quickly made way out of the way while kneeling.

"Who is Mo Shaotian!" the third son asked.

Mo Shaotian was still half-sitting there, and when he saw the third son, he was already so afraid that the souls of the dead would tremble, and he didn't even dare to move. He knew very well that a person like the third master would kill people every now and then, isn't it? It's as simple as losing a leg. Hearing the third son's question, Mo Shaotian no longer had the demeanor that a young master should have. Third Master", crying with snot and tears.

"Just such a thing is worth my time!" The third son kicked him disdainfully.

Fan Jianming smiled and said: "Third Master, you may have come today at the right time, there is still a stubborn problem, just now I uttered wild words and said that I want to find you."

"Oh? Hard stubble!" The third son followed Fan Jianming's gaze and saw Ye Tian sitting in the corner. In an instant, his face suddenly turned yellow, then blue, then red, and finally even slightly green, just like the big vat in the dyeing workshop.

The third son suddenly became like a well-behaved cat, lowered his body slightly, like a maidservant serving his master, walking towards Ye Tian at a tight pace.

Everyone had an idea in their hearts that Ye Tian was completely finished, and he might not be able to get out of this situation. Some waiters even gloated and thought: "Didn't you say you know Li Dong? The Lord is here, let's see what you do !"

Seeing the third son passing by, Zhang Liang and Fan Jianming looked at each other proudly, the two smiled and followed, Zhang Liang immediately yelled.

"Third Master, it was this kid who broke my hand."

"Fuck, you idiot are still drinking here."

"Third Master, I'm going to kill this kid."

Li Siyu buried her head on Ye Tian's back, her face was bloodless, she couldn't speak, she could only wait for the judgment of fate, facing the third son, she had no power to fight back.

The third son stood there respectfully, and was about to say something nice when he suddenly saw Zhang Liang, an idiot, yelling at Master Ye. He was so shocked that his heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he raised his hand and slapped him hard on the face. On, the cheek immediately swelled into a piece of bread.

The third son yelled: "Damn you, get out!"

Zhang Liang covered his face, looked at him with panic and astonishment, and said, "Third Lord, what did I do wrong?"

Seeing the third son getting so angry, Fan Jianming felt a little scared, but he still couldn't suppress his doubts, so he mustered up his courage and asked, "Third Master, what's wrong with you?"

The third son poked his finger on Fan Jianming's face, and shouted, "Shut the fuck up!"

Fan Jianming's face was startled, and he didn't dare to speak more immediately. Although he is very skilled, he is still far behind the third master of the special forces who has been fighting for his life all the year round, and he is not at the same level as him in terms of connections and power. Besides, he has also learned fighting from the third master for two years. It is admiration, but also awe, where dare to refute, immediately bowed his head and remained silent.

The third son looked at Ye Tian again, saw that he was still calm and composed, swallowed his saliva, bent his body, and bowed deeply at ninety degrees to Ye Tian, ​​everyone could hear the smack in his voice Fear: "Master Ye!"

The sky is falling, the ground is sinking, the end of the world is here, is all this f*cking real?

Everyone roared like crazy from the bottom of their hearts.