Chapter 1287: The Pretty Parabola

ediately rushed into Ye Fan's arms, her small mouth kissing back and forth on Ye Fan's two thick lips, leaving Ye Fan in a state of utter confusion.Ye Fan was sweating inside. It's said that thirty wo...Ye Fan's Paoyun Fist had integrated the power of extension, although he hadn't used any hidden energy, the explosive force contained within this punch was not something ordinary people could withstand.

Even an elephant would be killed with one punch from Ye Fan, let alone the fists of ordinary people.

But to Ye Fan's surprise, the moment his fist connected with the other's, a tremendous force erupted, completely neutralizing the explosive power on Ye Fan's fist. There was even a hint of counter-pressure.

Ye Fan was shocked. What kind of fist was that Could the person who ambushed him be Yan Wuque Could he really want to have a life-or-death battle with him here

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. Since that was the case, he had nothing to be polite about. He increased his strength once again, and with tenfold his usual punch power, he was about to strike, but just at this moment, he suddenly felt the force in his fist weaken, then the figure disappeared, abruptly pulling away from Ye Fan by a considerable distance.

This person's speed isn't slow. Ye Fan's heart sank straight down, it seems this will be another life-or-death battle.

"Xiao Fan, what's the situation" At this moment, the fat man who heard the movement also ran to the front and asked Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was just about to answer when suddenly, with a loud *pop*, all the lights around them came on.

This alternation between light and darkness made them extremely uncomfortable.

The moment the light flickered on, both Ye Fan and Fatty simultaneously shifted their bodies, placing themselves in a position that was temporarily beyond reach of attack. Only then did they raise their heads to carefully examine everything around them.

"Ha ha ha, he he he," a sinister and terrifying laughter suddenly came from in front of them.

Ye Fan looked up and saw a man sitting opposite them at a not-too-distant location. The man was burly, but his face was obscured, vaguely resembling a large figure.

And behind him, a group of men in black stood there in unison. There were about ten or so of them, each with a cold and emotionless expression as they watched Ye Fan's side, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.

Upon hearing this grating sound, Ye Fan's eyebrows couldn't help but furrow.

He originally thought it would be Yan Wuxue, but now it seems that the person who ambushed him was this man sitting in the chair and letting out a piercing laugh. It's just that his laughter made Ye Fan very uncomfortable, and he had an urge to punch him.

"Didn't expect you to actually make it here. Ye Fan, we meet again." That annoying chuckle came to an abrupt end, but it was followed by such a thought-provoking statement.

Ye Fan looked at him with a cold face. This man seemed familiar, like he knew him, but he couldn't remember ever seeing someone like this before. He felt like he had a grudge against this person.

"Can't remember who I am heheheh." That annoying laugh echoed again.

"Are you done playing around You're really going too far, fat grandpa. I'll make you eat bullets."

This sound made Fatty extremely annoyed. Today, he was deeply frustrated. He almost got played by those shemales just now, and now he encountered this person who only smiled without speaking. He had a mouthful of anger in his heart. Now, seeing him make that annoying laugh again, Fatty gave him a chicken leg bomb.

Although his chicken leg bomb couldn't explode like Ye Fan's, creating a pile of rubble, it wasn't something an ordinary person could handle either.

Only when that Fatty launched his thunderous chicken leg bomb towards the man, did it get effortlessly caught by him mid-air.

This left Fatty dumbfounded. He knew best about the chicken leg he'd thrown; for an ordinary person, landing on that would likely result in disability, let alone catching it directly.

That must have taken a lot of strength and skill. Fatso couldn't help but take a long look at the man.

After catching the fat man's drumstick, he smirked and said, "Your drumstick is too fatty, not to my taste."

After finishing his sentence, his hand trembled. The drumstick in his hand turned into a meteor and flew back toward the fat man without any change.

The fat man narrowed his eyes. That person's technique, as well as their speed and angle when throwing the chicken leg, were even better than his own.

The force that came back from just that one drumstick was probably even fiercer than the one he'd just thrown. Fatty didn't want to take it head-on, so he quickly changed direction and dodged to the side. Where he had been standing just a moment ago, there was a deafening boom, and a deep pit had formed in the ground.

The fatty felt his face had been slapped, so he took out another drumstick and said to the man, “This one is a lean drumstick. If you have the guts, eat it.”

After he finished speaking, Fatty threw the chicken leg in his hand. He had poured his true energy into it. If that person caught it like before, his hands would definitely explode.

But unexpectedly, that person was clearly not stupid. Before the fatty's chicken leg even reached his face, he suddenly jumped up from his chair and kicked at the airborne chicken leg with a kick. He actually caught the chicken leg and sent it flying back!

"This chicken leg is still too fatty, I'll take another one."

The fat man stared dumbfounded. His chicken leg had his true energy infused into it, so why didn't it explode when that person touched it

The fat man couldn't figure it out, he was just a step slower. That chicken leg flew back towards the fat man even faster than when it came, and it was already in front of him. The fat man was taken aback, he didn't feel any air movement around him at all.

Right at that moment when he was dumbfounded, the chicken leg had inexplicably appeared before him. As Fatso was about to be hit by his own chicken leg, a figure suddenly flashed beside him, and then the chicken leg stopped in mid-air.

The fat man was so startled that he broke into a cold sweat. He looked closely and saw that Ye Fan had already stood before him, holding a drumstick between his two fingers.

The chicken leg was still trembling, showing that the force on it was not weak. However, no matter how it trembled, Ye Fan's two fingers were like hooks, firmly holding the chicken leg in his hand, preventing it from moving. Finally, the strength on the chicken leg disappeared completely, and it could only obediently be held by Ye Fan.

The fat man secretly sighed in relief, it seemed he had been careless today. Luckily, there was Xiaofan around, otherwise he would have suffered a huge loss today.

"This chicken leg is still quite lean, you should try it again." Ye Fan said first, then flicked the chicken leg in his hand towards that person.

Another meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a beautiful parabola.

Ye Fan used his hidden strength this time, coupled with the magical skill of flicking his fingers. He really didn't believe that this person dared to catch it.

As expected, when the man saw Ye Fan make his move, his pupils contracted sharply. Although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to temporarily move out of the way. The force behind Ye Fan's attack was something he couldn't handle. old man owes her. She is just a pitiful woman after all. Although she once wanted to kill herself, in the end, who could have imagined that it was she who saved meFate is truly a cruel jest, Ye Fan t...