A Dish Best Served Cold Chapter: 2010 by NovelsYou

Chapter: 2010

However, in response to Wei Qing’s anger, Ye Fan didn’t stop at anything, but calmly and comfortably picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said lightly: “Nothing to laugh.”
“Just remembering suddenly, there was also someone who pretended to be forceful in front of me like you.”
“Everything is the same.”
“But it’s a pity, now that man’s grave head grass is estimated to be three feet tall.”
“Oh, right.”
“I remember that man, he seemed to call himself the Muay Thai King.”
“The name seems to be Horton.”
“My grass, let me go to Nima!”
“Sorry pen, is this?”
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The old faces of Lin Qinghe and others turned green.
The guard Xiao Liu didn’t hold back, and even cursed directly.
I thought this *******, I’m afraid he is not an idiot who only knows how to pretend, right?
It’s nothing more than insulting Wei Qing, and now he directly said that his mentor was dead and that the grass on the grave was three feet tall?
This is playing with fire!
Is he really not afraid of being beaten to death by Wei Qing?
“Zhuzi, you are looking for death!”
Sure enough, the moment Ye Fan finished saying this, Wei Qing’s eyes were directly red.
Blood red!
Boxing champion Holden, is Wei Qing’s life, the most respected person.
In his heart, it is almost faith-like existence.
His biggest goal is to become a person like Horton.
But now, his most respected existence was so insulted by Ye Fan.
“How can I forgive you?”
In furious, Wei Qinghu’s body was shocked, and the tables and chairs in front of him were directly shocked.
The long table shattered, and the wine and water mixed with the plates and broke to the ground.
After that, Wei Qingqing’s muscles violently rose, and he took several steps forward with both fists. The surging power can’t help sweeping from the waist, and the whole person is like a powerful bow full of strength.
All kinds of power are concentrated in the palm of the fist.
Suddenly, there was a gust of wind in the room, blowing Wei Qing’s gray robe, all hunting.
“Junior, didn’t you say that I am Muay Thai, and I don’t deserve to give you shoes?”
“So today, I will let you taste it, my Muay Thai is awesome!”
The wind roared, and the anger exploded.
With a majestic punch, Wei Qing swept across the four directions, heading straight in the direction where Ye Fan was, and slammed away angrily.
Have Wu Yang and others ever seen such power?
After seeing Wei Qing’s monstrous ******* force, the whole person became pale with fright, and stepped back again and again, for fear that he would get closer and be affected by Chi Yu.
“It’s over!”
“The ******* is dead.”
“Also deserve it?”
“Not seeking a dead end!”
“Isn’t it good to be alive?” Guard Xiao Liu shook his head again and again and said secretly.
However, Ye Fan turned a deaf ear to Wei Qing’s compelling power.
He was still sitting there, holding the tea cup, and sipping tea comfortably.
That calm and indifferent look, only if the Pinghu Lake stopped water, did not cause any waves.
The draught in the house slowly swept across, blowing up the tips of Ye Fan’s forehead hair.
Under the tip of the hair, Ye Fan’s smile was indifferent.
Ye Fan shook his head and smiled when the punch came before his eyes.
“Fine, since you insist on seeking death, then I, Ye Fan, will do what you want.”
“It just so happens, let you see what is meant by the top of a hundred punches!!”
The laughter fell, Ye Fan’s eyebrows suddenly became cold.
Afterwards, everyone saw that the young man here looked terrified.
Ruyu palm, quietly stretched out.
Then he curled up into a fist and slammed it down suddenly.
There was a loud noise, and it was shocking! !

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