"Fuck, who the hell are you guys to meddle in Master Ye's business?"
Exchanging glances, those bodyguards in black suits all wore hostile expressions.
They picked up baseball bats and approached the door, blocking Lin Fan and Wang Meng.
The middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment and recognized Wang Meng, then desperately signaled to Master Ye.
"Oh, so you're that so-called comrade of Liu Zhiyong, I heard you're also a deserter, a notorious figure across the nation?"
"Enough, this has nothing to do with you, so just get lost far away as fast as you can!"
Master Ye's face turned cold as he pointed at the furious Wang Meng.
"Otherwise, I'll beat both of you up as well!"
"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry we came late and caused you trouble."
However, Lin Fan, carrying a bunch of gift boxes, didn't even glance at the surrounding people.
He acted as if these fierce-looking men were nothing but air.
