My Line Connect To The Demon World

"Let me ask again, where's your boss?"    

The man was stunned for a moment, then he said, "Hehe, since you are so persistent, I will let you go."    

"Don't blame me for not telling you. The boss isn't in a good mood today. It's impossible for you to come down unharmed."    

"Is that so? It's fine. Which room is he in?"    

"Upstairs, 201."    

Upstairs, the world became much quieter.    

Other than the boss's office, there was only a room full of girls. They were probably employees of the Finance Department. Each of them had a thick stack of documents beside them, filled with financial reports and running water.    

Ye Fan smiled coldly.    

He didn't expect the swindler company to earn quite a bit.    

If he didn't take back some interest, he would be really sorry for Xuanxuan and Chang Hong's painstaking efforts these few days.    

"Bang!"    

Without hesitation.    

Ye Fan kicked open the door.    

A young man wearing black clothes entered his sight. He looked extremely noble.    

He was holding a glass of red wine in his hand. There was a worried look on his face. No one knew why he was upset.    

When he saw Ye Fan, he was obviously stunned for a moment.    

Immediately, a furious expression appeared on his face.    

"Who the f * ck are you? You actually dare to kick my door?"    

After entering the office, Ye Fan sat down on the soft sofa without any restraint.    

He crossed his legs and said lightly, "You should be the boss, Meng E, right? Let me introduce myself. I am Ye Fan of Dragon Gate Fishery. I am here to collect debts from you."    

“ Oh?"    

A bloodthirsty look flashed across Meng E's eyes.    

He was in a bad mood and was worried that there was no place for him to vent.    

Ye Fan was simply a delicious meal that had been delivered to his doorstep.    

When cats met mice, they would usually play with them for a while before eating them.    

He was the same.    

"Hehe, you're quite bold, daring to come here alone."    

"What kind of money do you want?"    

"The money for selling fish, of course."    

Ye Fan stretched out a few fingers and counted.    

"First of all, you owe us fifty million. If we delay it for ten days, then we'll calculate it based on the deposit of ten million. You should give me sixty million."    

"Plus, you injured two of our employees. The delay fee, mental injury fee, and treatment fee are a total of one million yuan."    

"That is to say, you have to give me a total of 61 million."    

Meng E's eyes widened.    

He felt that he was already shady enough and often did not return money from other companies.    

But he did not expect Ye Fan to be even more evil.    

Ten days of unpaid cash was ten million. This was daylight robbery.    

There was also compensation fee. Were those two people made of gold?    

They actually wanted one million. Even if two people died, they wouldn't be able to compensate that much.    

"Crack crack crack!"    

Meng E felt a little interesting.    

"You're not bad, you're really shameless."    

"But I have a question."    

Ye Fan reached out his hand to signal, "Please speak."    

"Why should I listen to you?"    

"This question is very simple."    

Ye Fan said very calmly, "Because if you don't listen, I will beat you up!"    

"What? Beat me up? Hahaha!"    

"Do you think you are Guan Yun Chang? One man against ten thousand men?"    

"I'm dying of laughter."    

Meng E slammed the table and stood up.    

The quiet second floor suddenly became noisy, and countless footsteps could be heard.    

A few seconds later.    

The entire room was filled with people. They were the gangsters playing poker downstairs.    

"Two fists are hard to fight against four hands. Your two fists seem to be going against more than ten hands. I don't know if you can hold it."    

"Boss, this guy is skinny. One look and I can tell he's a weak chicken."    

"Yeah, if we attack together, it would be an insult to us. I'll fight him one on one. Let him have one hand."    

"Haha, just like I thought! This small body, I'm afraid I'll kill him with one punch."    

...    

Ye Fan looked at the crowd coldly and crooked his finger.    

"Since you want to make a move, then don't hold it in anymore. Hurry up and attack."    

"Are you provoking me?"    

One of the thugs stood up.    

It was the guy who was bare-chested just now. His body was exposed to strong muscles from head to toe. Under the light of the lights, his body was shining. It was quite scary.    

Ye Fan said lightly, "With your body, it would be a waste if you didn't participate in bodybuilding."    

"But let me tell you, it's useless to just train your muscles. Those of you are dead meat lumps."    

"Looking at China for five thousand years, which military general is good at fighting is a muscular man? Uncultured is truly terrifying. "    

"Don't talk nonsense, just die."    

The muscular man felt that he was being looked down upon.    

Without further ado, he directly attacked.    

Facing such a powerful force, Ye Fan was neither fast nor slow. He only stretched out a finger.    

"F * ck! This kid doesn't seem to have much skill, but he is quite good at posturing."    

"If someone else hits him, he stretches out his hand to block! He needs a powerful strength to support himself, plus he uses a single finger. If he wants to block them, that's a dream. "    

...    

However, a fist came at him.    

The moment it hit his finger, it was actually forcefully stopped.    

No matter how hard the muscular man tried, his fist was unable to enter.    

"This is it?"    

Ye Fan sneered and flicked his fist.    

"Crack!"    

A clear sound was heard by everyone.    

The muscular man howled in pain. The bones in his hand had already shattered into countless pieces.    

Everyone was shocked.    

They subconsciously took a step back.    

"Is he also a martial artist?"    

"This time, it's not easy to deal with him."    

"Hmph, so what? Our boss is also a martial artist, what's there to be afraid of? Our boss can do that too. "    

...    

Meng E's existence had once again given everyone confidence.    

But they also knew.    

In a battle between martial artists, they didn't even have the qualifications to interfere.    

They could only stand by the side and cheer for their boss.    

"Pa! Pa! Pa!"    

Meng E clapped again.    

Ye Fan really surprised him.    

It had been a long time since he had been able to fight to his heart's content. He hoped that Ye Fan would not disappoint him.    

"Not bad, not bad at all."    

"Is this your confidence?"    

Ye Fan shrugged.    

"You can say that. Give me the money quickly. I still have things to do later."    

"Hehe, there's no problem with the money. I have a lot of money, but I don't know if you can take it away."    

Meng E slowly walked over from his desk. Every step he took was filled with killing intent.    

The temperature in the room seemed to have become cold because of his anger.    

The muscular man stood up in pain and said fiercely.    

"Kid, you're finished! You dare to anger our boss, just wait to be killed."    

"Are you a bootlicker? The boss is your dad! A fox exploits the tiger's might. "    

" You... "    

"Hmph, I won't lower myself to your level. When the boss catches you, I will definitely return the pain on my body a hundred times, a thousand times over."    

"Sigh, people can have dreams, but they definitely can't have fantasies."    

Ye Fan sighed. "Your hope might be destroyed!"    

"Alright, stop talking nonsense. Let's do it."    

Meng E nodded and was about to attack.    

Suddenly.    

Ye Fan's phone rang.