However, upon hearing what Ye Fan said, Wu Weitao suddenly smiled: “Give me an account?”
“You deserve it too!”
“After all, you are nothing but a nasty junior.”
“Don’t think that if Lei San and the others surrender with a little fist and fist, you really regard yourself as the lord of Yunzhou and the respect of Jiangdong?”
“To put it bluntly, you are just a bastard.”
“It’s no different from those rascals?”
“The power is in our hands, as long as we are willing, we will take care of you in minutes.”
“Of course, if you know how to converge and don’t violate our bottom line.”
“I, Wu Weitao, don’t mind letting you continue to be beautiful.”
“But it’s a pity, if you don’t listen to dissuasion, and don’t know whether you live or die, don’t blame me Wu Weitao, regardless of your old feelings!”
Wu Weitao’s eyes were cold, and his words were full of anger.
To be honest, Wu Weitao knows very well that what happened today really started from Mo Shanshan.
But so what?
In this world, right and wrong are not important, and interest is the eternal pursuit.
In Wu Weitao’s eyes, Ye Fan was born in poverty, a young man who thrived on fighting.
Although he is respected as the Lord of Jiangdong, he is just a bullshit.
There is neither background nor background.
And what about Mo Shanshan?
She was born in a wealthy family, with a fierce background, and powerful contacts in all walks of life in China. Even Wu Weitao had been favored by them.
In this case, fools know how to choose!
In the end, Wu Weitao chose to offend Ye Fan to give the Mo family an explanation.
However, just as Wu Weitao murmured in a deep anger, he discovered that Ye Fan’s fist, at some point, had already been clenched again.
When Wu Weitao saw this, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and he shook his head and smiled again: “What?”
“Do you still want to resist, and you still want to do nothing against me?”
“Mr. Chu, if you don’t want to die, I advise you to dispel this idea.”
“I know you have a good skill.”
“But, no matter how hard your fists are, can you beat bullets?”
“No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than a gun?”
“Now it’s a technological society.”
“It’s no longer the feudal era where the emperor was born on horseback.”
“The little effort that you are proud of is not worth mentioning before me.”
Wu Weitao said coldly, full of confidence and mockery.
It is as if Ye Fan at this time is already the fish on his chopping board, let him kill.
However, Ye Fan shook his head while listening.
“It’s just ants after all, blindfolded.”
“You don’t understand martial arts, so naturally you don’t understand the majesty of martial arts.”
“A real strong man can go to the moon for nine days and catch turtles in the five oceans.”
“Don’t say that there are only a few guns, they are hard-pit missiles, and it’s no problem to slash the ship.”
“Presidents of major powers treat each other with courtesy, and the commander-in-chief of the army respects each other.”
“Do you think that technology now rules the roost?”
“As everyone knows, in this world, martial arts are truly at the pinnacle of strength.”
“This world has never changed.”
“It’s just your ignorance.”
Ye Fan’s indifferent voice, like a storm, swept past here.
But what he said was not a lie.
People like the god of war Ye Qingtian, the king of fighters Mo Gucheng, etc., are the existences standing on the peak of strength.
It is the Lord of China, who treats them with respect.
Because of the six pillar kingdoms, supporting the entire China!
For Ye Qingtian and others, almost all guns and missiles are no longer effective.
Perhaps the only thing that can hurt them is the nuclear bomb.
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