However, upon hearing Ye Fan's words, Wu Weitao suddenly laughed: "Do you want to explain to me?"

"You deserve it too!"

"After all, you are just a youngster."

"Don't think that just because you can make Lei Laosan and the others surrender with a little bit of fists and kicks, you really think of yourself as the Lord of Yunzhou and the Lord of Jiangdong?"

"To put it bluntly, you are just a gangster."

"No different from those gangsters?"

"The power is in our hands. If we are willing, we can take you down in minutes."

"Of course, if you know how to restrain yourself and don't violate our bottom line."

"I, Wu Weitao, don't mind letting you continue to be famous."

"But it's a pity that you didn't listen to my advice and didn't know whether to live or die. Then don't blame me, Wu Weitao, for ignoring the old relationship!"

Wu Weitao's eyes were full of coldness, and his words were full of anger.

To be honest, Wu Weitao knew very well that what happened today was indeed caused by Mo Shanshan.

But, so what?

In this world, right or wrong does not matter, interests are the eternal pursuit.

In Wu Weitao's eyes, Ye Fan was born in poverty, a young man who made his fortune by fighting.

Although he is respected as the Lord of Jiangdong, to put it bluntly, he is just a gangster.

There is no foundation and no background.

And what about Mo Shanshan?

She comes from a wealthy family with a fierce background, and has powerful connections all over China. Even Wu Weitao has been favored by them.

In this case, any fool knows how to choose!

In the end, Wu Weitao chose to offend Ye Fan in order to give the Mo family an explanation.

However, just when Wu Weitao was speaking angrily, he discovered that Ye Fan's fist had been clenched again at some point.

When Wu Weitao saw this, his eyes were filled with sarcasm, he shook his head and smiled again: "What?"

"Do you still want to resist and take action against me?"

"Mr. Chu, if you don't want to die, I advise you to give up this idea."

"I know you are good at martial arts."

"But, no matter how hard your fists and feet are, can they be stronger than bullets?"

"No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than guns?"

"Now is a technological society."

"It's no longer the feudal era where the emperor appeared on horseback."

"The little effort you are proud of is nothing in front of me."

Wu Weitao said coldly, his eyes full of confidence and ridicule.

It was as if Ye Fan at this time was already a piece of fish on his chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by him.

However, Ye Fan listened and shook his head.

"After all, they are just ants, a leaf blinding their eyesight."

"If you don't understand martial arts, you certainly don't understand the majesty of martial arts."

"A truly strong man can climb up to the nine heavens to catch the moon, and can swim across the five oceans to catch turtles."

"Not to mention the mere guns and cannons, they are hard-core missiles that can kill ships with fury."

"Presidents of major powers treat each other with courtesy, and commanders-in-chief of all armies respect each other."

"Do you think technology rules the roost nowadays?"

"As everyone knows, in this world, the one who truly stands at the pinnacle of power is martial arts."

"This world has never changed."

"It's just your ignorance."

Ye Fan's indifferent voice was just like a storm, sweeping across the room.

But what he said was not false.

People like God of War Ye Qingtian, King of Boxing Mo Gucheng and others are standing at the pinnacle of power.

Even the Lord of China treated them with great courtesy.

Because those six pillar countries support the entire China!

For people like Ye Qingtian, almost all guns and missiles are ineffective.

The only thing that can hurt them may be nuclear bombs.

Decades ago, there was a titled master who, in order to avenge the murder of his wife, massacred the entire city and allowed hundreds of thousands of people to bury his wife.

In the end, the country's top officials were furious and dispatched the army to suppress it.

But in the end, they were all overthrown by the powerful man with the title, and were almost swept away.

With one man, he beat a country to its knees. The top leaders of the country apologized and sued for peace, and took the initiative to hand over the murderer.

From then on, the power of the titled Grandmaster shocked the entire world.

However, Wu Weitao naturally does not know these things.

He only thought that Mark was just talking nonsense.

Therefore, Wu Weitao still smiled sarcastically in the face of Ye Fan's words.

"Yeah?"

"Since you are so confident, then give it a try."

"Let's see if your fist is stronger or my bullet is better!"

Wow~

Wu Weitao immediately gave the order, the bullets were loaded, and countless lines of fire were about to start, when the door of the Shanshui Guild Hall was suddenly pushed open.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of accompanying bodyguards poured in like a tide.

After they entered, they stood on both sides.

Just like a minister, with full respect and respect, waiting for the arrival of the monarch!

Phew~

Outside the hall, there was a strong wind.

Just like that, in the howling cold wind, a spirited old man's figure, with majesty and pride, accompanied by several people, stepped on the steps and quietly appeared in front of everyone.

"This...this is..."

"Who's coming?"

Everyone was shocked when they saw the person coming.

Until Wu Weitao shouted out loudly.

"Mo...Mo Lao?"

What?

"Mr. Mo?"

"Could it be that he is the head of the Mo family, Mo Wuji?"

When everyone heard this, their faces changed color.

Wu Weitao couldn't care less about Ye Fan, and quickly led people to greet him, greeting him respectfully:

"Haha~"

"Mr. Mo, you are finally here."

"Wei Tao is hosting a banquet here and has been waiting for you for a long time."

Wu Weitao smiled repeatedly.

The old man in a suit nodded: "Well, Xiao Wu, I'm interested. I haven't seen you for many years, and you are now able to stand alone. My appreciation for you is not in vain."

"By the way, where's Shanshan? Ask her to come over and see me."

"This~" Upon hearing this, Wu Weitao's eyes twitched, and his face suddenly turned ugly.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Mo Wuji frowned.

"Uncle...Uncle, save...save me..."
To be continued...