Chapter: 3772

At this time, Zhang Jiuling’s heart was full of loss.

He doesn’t blame Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn’t owe them anything to the Zhang family.

On the contrary, it was him Zhang Jiuling, who was the leader of Yanxia Jiangbei Martial Arts in those days, who once accused Ye Fan, and even more so, when Ye Fan was in danger, he could not help him.

It was natural for Ye Fan not to help him.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Meng Wanjun was undoubtedly overjoyed.

He immediately took the lead and said, “Quick, follow me to meet the new king of Jiangbei.”

“From today onwards, my Meng family will respect the gentleman!”

“If anyone dares to be disrespectful to the master, I will break his leg and throw him into the river to feed the fish!”

Meng Wanjun is a good person, and before Ye Fan could answer, he had already asked the family to worship Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan sneered.

“If you didn’t move Tangtang, Uncle Hu, or Aunt Yue, it would be a good idea for you to take charge of Jiangbei.”

“But you shouldn’t touch Aunt Yue and the others.”

“They are just the most ordinary people in this world. They work so hard to live in this world, and they have exhausted everything to be safe and happy today.”

“But you, why don’t you even give them this little happiness?”

“Just because you are the richest man in Jiangbei?”

“Just because you have power?”

“So, do you just like to trample on the dignity and happiness of ordinary people?”

Ye Fan shook his head, and in his slow words, there was a sense of serenity.

No one knows what kind of anger is rising inside Ye Fan’s seemingly calm exterior!

Meng Wanjun was a little panicked when he heard this.

“First… sir, you… what are you talking about?”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“What ordinary people, what Uncle Hu, I don’t have any, our Meng family has not trampled on the lives of any ordinary people…”

“You got it wrong, you…you must be mistaken.”

Meng Wanjun couldn’t help shaking his head.

“Yes?”

“You don’t know, then ask your son.”

Ye Fan’s eyes fell on Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan’s whole body immediately shuddered: “You…you are…the…that person at the auction?”

Meng Chuan soon realized something.

Because, he remembered, the family who lived in the urban village who had been dealt with before was indeed the surname Hu.

Thinking of this, Meng Chuan panicked immediately.

He quickly knelt down at Ye Fan, snot and tears streaming down his face, and knelt down to beg for mercy: “First… sir, I… I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, and I will never dare again.”

“I lose money, I am willing to lose money, I will give them a lot of money.”

“I’ll see a doctor and rebuild their house…”

“Please… please forgive me sir…”

Meng Chuan couldn’t help begging.

When Meng Wanjun saw this, everything became clear in an instant.

“Yes… it’s you!”

“It’s you bastard!!”

Meng Wanjun got up and put his foot on Meng Chuan’s face.

“Bastard, how did I Meng Wanjun give birth to a bastard like you?”

“My Meng family died because of you!”

Meng Wanjun burst into tears, feeling sad and angry inside.

He was still thinking before, where did he offend the whole person in front of him.

Only now did he know that it turned out that all these disasters were because of his son of a bastard.

Meng Wanjun, who was furious, directly broke Meng Chuan’s legs and beat him to a bloody mess.

After getting tired, he knelt down and begged Ye Fan to spare his life.

“I gave you a chance.”

“But what’s the result?”

“Tangtang suffered because of me, Aunt Yue was in trouble because of me, and Uncle Hu’s house was burned down by you.”

“I won’t be merciful any more.”

“Some people should never have been forgiven.”

Ye Fan shook his head, and in one sentence, declared their death sentence directly.

boom!

After a few breaths, a palm print that covered the sky fell instantly.

Half of the island in the heart of the lake is buried deep in the West Lake together with the Meng family.

The red blood dyed the lake water red again.

So far, Jiangbei, there is no more Meng family!