Chapter 732: Usually

feeding fish "Fuck, stop!" Songpa screamed, and the whole person was knocked out heavily. Fang Ye would not show mercy just because he was the president...

The corridor was narrow to begin with, and after Fang Ye's brutal charge, at least half of the men in black fell down. The

remaining lucky ones were trembling with fear, and seeing that he seemed to want to turn around and charge again, they dared not hesitate at all, and immediately threw away their weapons and fled, running away cleanly in the blink of an eye!

Several white men lying on the ground were sweating profusely. They actually wanted to cause trouble for others just now. It was like a fool hanging himself. He

thought his life was too long... "You all ran away so soon? I haven't had time to warm up yet. It's boring..." Fang Ye muttered, and then helped Song Muticha up, "I'm sorry, I should have listened to the advice and let you stay. Are you okay?"

"No... I'm fine, I'm fine!" Song Muticha finally came back to his senses from the shock.

Who is this guy? He actually knocked down dozens of people by himself, and he looked relaxed and happy, without even breathing heavily. He is really... really perverted!

Fang Ye said, "I'm glad you're okay. You can go back to my room first. I still have some things to take care of."

"Okay." Song Muticha nodded obediently.

After she left, Fang Ye walked up to Songpa and kicked his thigh with his toes.

"Don't pretend to be dead, I know you didn't faint."

Songpa had to open his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother, it was a misunderstanding, it was all a misunderstanding!"

"You brought dozens of people to the hotel to block me, and you still dare to say it was a misunderstanding?" Fang Ye said expressionlessly, "If I didn't have some skills, I'm afraid I would have been chopped into meat sauce now?"

Songpa quickly explained: "No... No, what we usually do is throw it into the sea to feed the fish, so that it's all over, and there won't be any evidence left..."

Fang Ye's tone turned cold: "Huh?!"

"No, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong!" Songpa really wanted to slap himself twice...

Fang Ye said coldly: "Since you are so old, I will let you go this time. Clean up everything here within ten minutes. Do you understand?"

"Understood! Understood!" Songpa nodded repeatedly.

Fang Ye said again: "Seeing your unconvinced look, you don't want to wait for me to turn around and then shoot me?"

"No... No... How dare I!"

Songpa was so scared that he was sweating all over. To be honest, he did have this idea just now, but he didn't expect to be seen through in an instant!

Fang Ye said calmly: "Don't think about fighting and killing at your age. Go home and retire. Guns are not suitable for you. Give it to me and I will keep it for you."

"Okay... okay."

Song Pa had no choice but to take out the loaded pistol. Fang Ye took it and skillfully unloaded the magazine, then put it away without any courtesy.

"It's getting late, I won't keep you here. Be more careful next time. If you dare to provoke me again, I don't mind sending you off early. Good night!" Fang Ye turned around and left after saying this, yawning as he walked.

Songpa, looking ashen, looked at his receding figure, his eyes becoming more and more vicious...

"Fuck, stop it!" Songpa screamed, and was knocked out heavily. Fang Ye would not show mercy just because he was the president...

The corridor was narrow to begin with, and after Fang Ye's brutal charge, at least half of the men in black fell. The

remaining lucky ones were trembling with fear, and seeing that he seemed to want to turn around and charge again, they dared not hesitate at all, and immediately threw away their weapons and fled, running away cleanly in the blink of an eye!

Several white men lying on the ground were sweating profusely. They actually wanted to cause trouble for others just now. It was like a fool hanging himself. He

thought his life was too long... "You all ran away so soon? I haven't had time to warm up yet. It's boring..." Fang Ye muttered, and then helped Song Muticha up, "I'm sorry, I should have listened to the advice and let you stay. Are you okay?"

"No... I'm fine, I'm fine!" Song Muticha finally came back to his senses from the shock.

Who is this guy? He actually knocked down dozens of people by himself, and he looked relaxed and happy, without even breathing heavily. He is really... really perverted!

Fang Ye said, "I'm glad you're okay. You can go back to my room first. I still have some things to take care of."

"Okay." Song Muticha nodded obediently.

After she left, Fang Ye walked up to Songpa and kicked his thigh with his toes.

"Don't pretend to be dead, I know you didn't faint."

Songpa had to open his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother, it was a misunderstanding, it was all a misunderstanding!"

"You brought dozens of people to the hotel to block me, and you still dare to say it was a misunderstanding?" Fang Ye said expressionlessly, "If I didn't have some skills, I'm afraid I would have been chopped into meat sauce now?"

Songpa quickly explained: "No... No, what we usually do is throw it into the sea to feed the fish, so that it's all over, and there won't be any evidence left..."

Fang Ye's tone turned cold: "Huh?!"

"No, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong!" Songpa really wanted to slap himself twice...

Fang Ye said coldly: "Since you are so old, I will let you go this time. Clean up everything here within ten minutes. Do you understand?"

"Understood! Understood!" Songpa nodded repeatedly.

Fang Ye said again: "Seeing your unconvinced look, you don't want to wait for me to turn around and then shoot me?"

"No... No... How dare I!"

Songpa was so scared that he was sweating all over. To be honest, he did have this idea just now, but he didn't expect to be seen through in an instant!

Fang Ye said calmly: "Don't think about fighting and killing at your age. Go home and retire. Guns are not suitable for you. Give it to me and I will keep it for you."

"Okay... okay."

Song Pa had no choice but to take out the loaded pistol. Fang Ye took it and skillfully unloaded the magazine, then put it away without any courtesy.

"It's getting late, I won't keep you here. Be more careful next time. If you dare to provoke me again, I don't mind sending you off early. Good night!" Fang Ye turned around and left after saying this, yawning as he walked.

Songpa, looking ashen, watched his receding figure, his eyes becoming more and more vicious...