Chapter 1,245 Why didn’t I hit you to death?

Ye Bufan took two steps forward and came before the BMW Man.

"I said it. It's true that good people don't live long, while scourges last for ten thousand years. How come trash like you wasn't directly run over and killed?"

"Young man, are you looking for death? Do you believe I'll make you bleed?"

The BMW Man swayed the watermelon knife in his hand, reeking of alcohol, and said.

"I really don't believe it. If you have the guts, try me."

"Young man, for a pauper like you, I can settle it with money even if I kill you."

Seeing Ye Bufan's ordinary attire, the BMW Man didn't take him seriously at all. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he truly stabbed the knife towards his chest.

Seeing that this guy actually dared to make a move, the surrounding people couldn't help but let out exclamations, some timid ones even closing their eyes.

But before everyone could react, they only heard a 'smack', and then the BMW Man flew out, with five bright red palm prints on his face, and the watermelon knife fell two or three meters away.

"Pauper, how dare you hit me…"

This was the first time the BMW Man had been slapped in public in his life. Enraged and humiliated, he got up again and rushed towards Ye Bufan, only to be met with another big slap.

This time the hit was even harder than the last. Not only did he fly three or four meters away, but he also spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth.

"Well hit! Young man, that was excellent! This kind of person should be severely taught a lesson…"

"Handsome guy, well hit! If I had your skill, I'd beat him until even his own mother wouldn't recognize him…"

"Bastard! Let him look down on the poor! No one would pity this kind of person even if he were beaten to death…"

Seeing Ye Bufan teach this guy a lesson twice in a row, the surrounding people immediately cheered and applauded.

"You…"

The BMW Man got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but this time he didn't dare to charge forward again.

Being hit repeatedly sobered him up a bit, making him realize that he was no match for the person in front of him.

"Pauper, you just wait for me. I won't let you off…"

This guy uttered a threat and turned to leave, but how could Ye Bufan let him go so easily?

He stepped forward, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him back like a chick, then slammed him hard in front of Miao Cuihua.

"Ugh…"

The BMW Man coughed from the fall, almost passing out, and most of his drunkenness disappeared.

He looked at Ye Bufan with a terrified expression: "You… what do you want to do? I'm telling you, it's a society governed by law now. Hitting people is against the law…"

"Slap… Slap…"

Hearing what this guy said, Ye Bufan couldn't help but slap him several more times.

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He continued.

"When I reason with you, you act like a hooligan. When I act like a hooligan, you talk about the law. Is there anyone as shameless as you?"

Although he didn't use True Qi, these few hits were indeed heavy, leaving the BMW Man completely stunned.

"Exactly! This shameless scoundrel, driving drunk, yet he still has the nerve to talk about the law…"

"That's right! If it's about the law, I think this kind of person should be shot for 5 minutes…"

"Drunk driving, assaulting with a knife, and he still has the nerve to talk about the law! He's truly shameless…"

Regarding the BMW Man's shameless behavior, the onlookers burst into another round of furious condemnation.

"You… you'll regret this…"

At this moment, this guy knew he had met a tough character. He could only cover his swollen cheeks with both hands, unsure what to say.

Ye Bufan completely ignored what he was saying and directly stated: "Now, immediately kneel and apologize to this Old Madam, pay compensation for emotional distress, and then call the police yourself to turn yourself in.

You must do these three things, otherwise, you can forget about leaving here."

"How dare you ask me to kneel and apologize? You know who I am? My dad is…"

The BMW Man had just arrogantly shouted a few words when his neck was suddenly grabbed again, and then his whole body flew up, his head slamming hard against the glass of the BMW car next to them.

"Bang…"

One time… two times… he was slammed six or seven times in a row.

Each time the BMW Man's head hit the glass, it made a dull thud, and crimson blood streamed down the glass, staining a large area, looking somewhat shocking.

Finally, with a 'boom', the glass shattered directly, and only then did Ye Bufan throw him back onto the ground.

The surrounding crowd secretly gasped. This Young man looked gentle and refined, but when he took action, he was not at all soft-hearted.

However, no one pitied the BMW Man. This guy completely deserved it. If it weren't for this Young man's timely intervention, he would have become a murderer by now.

The BMW Man got up from the ground. Although he was mostly sober now, he was even more disoriented from being hit. He spun around several times before finding Ye Bufan's direction.

"Bastard, how dare you hit me? Do you know who I am?"

Seeing that this guy remained unrepentant, Ye Bufan stepped forward and kicked him to the ground.

"Hurry up and do as I say: apologize, pay money, and then turn yourself in."

"That's absolutely impossible," the BMW Man said fiercely, "Do you know who I am?"

"I know

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You're just an idiot."

Ye Bufan was speechless with this guy. Why did he keep asking the same question over and over again? Was his brain damaged from the impact?

"Tell me, who exactly are you?"

Seeing that the other party didn't care about his identity, the BMW Man seemed to become a bit smarter and finally changed the question.

"Didn't you already say it? I'm just a pauper," Ye Bufan said lightly, "Three conditions, are you going to agree or not?"

"I just won't agree. What can you do to me? I don't believe you'd dare to kill me?"

This was in broad daylight, with so many people watching. The BMW Man felt confident. He didn't believe the other party would actually dare to kill someone.

"If I say I dare to kill you, do you believe me?"

Ye Bufan's face darkened, and a powerful Killing Intent emanated from his entire being.

Although the BMW Man was arrogant, he was ultimately just an ordinary person. When had he ever seen such an intense Killing Intent?

He immediately trembled all over, and a sudden urge to urinate came over him. Immediately after, a foul, pungent odor permeated the air; this guy had actually been scared so badly that he wet himself.

"Mr. Ye, please don't!"

Miao Cuihua had been standing by the side, already stunned by Ye Bufan's series of fierce actions. Only now did she come back to her senses.

The Old Madam had been kind and honest her whole life, rarely even witnessing a fight, let alone murder.

She was afraid that her son's friend, in a moment of impulse, would actually commit murder. She quickly stood between the two of them, embracing Ye Bufan, and turned to shout at the BMW Man: "Run, hurry up and run!"

"Young man, you just wait for me. This isn't over today."

The BMW Man knew this was his only chance. He uttered a threat, got up from the ground, and ran.

He didn't even bother with his wrecked BMW, directly hailed a taxi, and hurriedly fled the scene.

Ye Bufan was held tightly by Miao Cuihua, and in the end, he could only suppress the anger in his heart.

After the BMW Man disappeared, the Old Madam finally let out a long sigh of relief: "Mr. Ye, you were too impulsive. It's not worth it for such a small matter. If you really kill someone, you'll go to prison."

Ye Bufan calmed his emotions, "Aunt Miao, I'm fine. You go back first. If you need anything, just come find me."

"No need, no need. We're doing very well now. We have a big house to live in, and our health is very good. Tell that boy Changsi to work hard…"

Miao Cuihua was indeed very satisfied with her current living situation. After expressing her gratitude repeatedly, she carried the trash bag in her hand and left.