"District Chief."
Ye Fan's face showed a hint of surprise, and the dandy puffed out his chest, staring into Ye Fan's eyes, "Now that you know, hurry up and let go of your hand."
"Impulsiveness is the devil."
The people around, seeing Ye Fan's expression, knew that the opponent didn't have much of a background, or rather, compared to the opponent's background, it was far inferior.
"So, playing the hero to save the beauty isn't that easy."
"Watch, these three guys are definitely going to get beaten up badly, and might even have to bow and apologize. As for the beauty just now, she'll still leave with these guys."
That's reality.
Bare reality.
Just then, Ye Fan suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped the other's face with a smack.
Smack.
Ye Fan's slap was very forceful, directly knocking the man to the ground, "Ha, District Chief."
"Even if you call your dad over, if I want to slap you, I'll slap you. Let's see if your dad dares to do anything."
