Young Master Fang has already made arrangements!

So what if Ye Hao has good skills?

So what if the energy is good?

What's the use of amazing connections?

In front of the real machine of state violence, all of these are smashed and crushed, all of which are scum!

Qin Menghan and the others were all gnashing their teeth in anger at the moment. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Long Tianling's actions were clearly aimed at Ye Hao.

The branch president of the Longmen Demon Metropolis branch was actually slapped in the face like this?

It is tolerable or unbearable!

But the problem is that the Long family where Long Tianling belongs is also the family where the head of the Longmen belongs.

To put it simply, other people may be afraid of Longmen, but Long Tianling will definitely not be afraid of Longmen.

Fang Haoqiu made this move for the simple purpose of defeating Ye Hao's army.

In the midst of strategizing, the decisive victory is thousands of miles away.

I have to admit that this young master of Yanjing really has skills, means, and energy.

And he is calm enough, interlocking, and he is lore when he moves.

Ye Hao waved his hand to stop Qin Menghan and others from moving.

Since Long Tianling dared to display the signboard of Iron Spear Camp, it showed that he was determined to win this time.

If they used their hands, these unarmed Longmen disciples would definitely be injured.

"I have always believed that since Fang Haoqiu is called one of the Four Young Masters in Yanjing, he must have his own pattern."

Ye Hao stepped forward with an indifferent expression, the dark firearm seemed meaningless to him.

"Looking at it now, I think highly of this Young Master of the Fang family."

"Narrow-minded, every penny must be compared, every grievance must be reported"

"Fang Haoqiu's pattern is just a little bit like this."

"Bastard! Bastard!" Xia Siyan couldn't hold back at this moment, almost jumped up.

"Your surname is Ye, Young Master Fang is not something you can slander!"

"He could stab you to death with one finger!"

"You are a grassroots, what right do you have to shout in front of Fang Shao!?"

Long Tianling smiled, lit a slender cigar on his own, and sprayed it on Ye Hao's face, and said lightly: "Okay, Siyan, why bother talking so much nonsense with this kind of grassroots?"

"Take it back to the Ministry of War first, and then have a good trial."

Xia Siyan said lightly: "Brother Tianling, don't worry, there are still people coming to watch the play!"

While speaking, Xia Siyan took out her mobile phone and dialed a number. JrNovels.com