"Steamed bun?" The fat middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "What do you mean?"
"Eat a meat bun and I'll send you on your way," Ye Fan looked at the fat middle-aged man opposite him and said with an evil smile, "When you reach the King of Hell, you'll have the strength to complain, so you won't be a hungry ghost."
"Hahaha …" After hearing Ye Fan's words, the fat middle-aged man was stunned at first, then he burst into laughter!
It was already late in the morning, and there were many diners in the restaurant.
When they saw the only son of the magistrate, who was known as the King of Hell, bullying the commoners in the restaurant, they immediately retreated to the door, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire.
The four followers behind the fat middle-aged man were also amused by Ye Fan's words.
The young man in front of them really didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. He actually dared to be so rude to the son of the magistrate. He must be tired of living.
This strangely dressed young man was probably going to jail today.
However, the next scene made the four of them unable to laugh anymore.
They saw Ye Fan curl his lips and gently pinch the meat bun in his hand with his chopsticks!
Pa!
A fresh meatball the size of a walnut broke through the meat bun on the chopsticks and flew straight to the fat middle-aged man!
At this moment, the middle-aged man was laughing loudly and didn't notice the incoming meatball at all!
Pa! The meatball flew into the middle-aged man's smelly mouth at high speed!
Puff …
With a dull sound, a column of blood splashed out from the back of the fat middle-aged man's neck!
Chi … The column of blood gushed out from the fat middle-aged man's throat and sprayed the four strong men behind him with blood!
Pa!
The meatball covered in thick blood fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped moving.
The fat middle-aged man's face was purple, his pupils were dilated, and he was bleeding from his seven orifices. However, he still maintained the smile on his face!
Thump …
The fat middle-aged man lay down heavily on the wooden table!
There was a walnut-sized hole in the back of his neck. Blood spurted out three feet high, as if it was raining blood!
This fat man lived like a prince and was overnourished. Relying on the fact that his father was the local magistrate, he loafed around all day. He brought along four yamen runners to carry caged birds, walk dogs, and tame eagles, stirring up chaos in the local area. The common people complained incessantly, but did not dare to voice their anger.
Of all the people he could provoke today, he just had to provoke the Demon Monarch Ye Fan, who had just turned into a demon. It really was as the old saying goes, 'When the heavens create a disaster, one can defy it, but when one brings it upon oneself, one cannot live.'
The magistrate's son never thought that he would be killed by a meatball!
"Ah …" When the fat man's fat body fell on the table, the onlookers at the entrance of the shop instantly woke up from their stupor and took five steps back!
When the waiter and the old shopkeeper behind the counter saw this scene, they were scared out of their wits, and their guts were torn apart!
The waiter was so scared that his legs were trembling. The old shopkeeper's eyes turned black and he fainted on the ground.
Amidst everyone's cries of surprise, Ye Fan gently placed the bun skin without any meat filling into his mouth with a smile on his face and slowly chewed on it.
"What a pity about that meatball." With a wicked smile, Ye Fan shook his head and smiled. He lifted the teacup to his mouth and took a sip.
"Woo …" When the white fox saw the fat man lying on the table in a pool of blood with a smile on his face, the white fox buried its head in Ye Fan's arms and did not dare to take another look.
Ye Fan patted Baihu, indicating that it should not be afraid.
Behind the corpse, the four burly men who were covered in blood stood rooted to the ground. They were dumbfounded, their eyelids twitching, and their teeth chattering. They could not believe that everything that had happened in front of them was real!
Their master, who was still alive and kicking, was killed in the blink of an eye by a meatball!
If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would not have believed it even if they were beaten to death!
This time, they made a big mistake! The four men thought to themselves.
The four of them were originally responsible for the young master's safety. Now, the young master, who was nicknamed the Living King of Hell, was really going to meet the King of Hell.
How were the four of them going to explain this when they returned? What should they say? Should they say that the young master was fed a meatball and it came out from the back of his neck?
At this point, they only had two options.
The first option was to capture this person alive and bring him back to the prefectural magistrate. Perhaps they could save their own lives.
But then again, this person was able to take someone's life with just a meatball. His cultivation level was very high. How could they, mere constables, be a match for him?
The second option was only left with the second option: Run. Just run away.
The four men looked at each other and quickly walked to the door.
"Stop." Ye Fan's voice came from behind them.
This sentence made the four men stop in their tracks.
The four men's hands trembled and they broke out in a cold sweat. They did not dare to breathe.
The whole steamed bun shop was extremely quiet. It was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.
"You're leaving just like that?" Ye Fan, who was sitting at the wooden table, asked slowly. He was eating a meat bun with his left hand and using his right hand to pick up a side dish with his chopsticks.
"Little … little ones have … eyes … but failed to see. We have offended Young Hero. Young Hero, please give us … a way out. Give us a chance to turn over a new leaf."
One of the bolder men braced himself and turned around. As he spoke, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed non-stop.
"Young hero, please have mercy, please have mercy …" The remaining three people immediately turned around and bowed towards Ye Fan, kowtowing to him as if they were pounding garlic with their heads.
Ye Fan stuffed the remaining half of the steamed bun into his mouth. He stood up with Baihu in his arms and slowly walked to the four men.
"Are you sure you want to start anew?" Ye Fan, who was chewing a steamed bun in his mouth, squatted down and smiled at the four men who were sweating profusely.
"Yes, yes." Hearing Ye Fan's question, the four of them hurriedly nodded and answered, "We're willing to turn over a new leaf."
"Good, I'll give you a chance to start anew. You may leave." Ye Fan stood up and said to the four men.
"Thank you, young hero … Thank you, young hero …"
When the four men heard that Ye Fan was going to let them go, they quickly thanked him and got up to leave.
Looking at the backs of the four men leaving, the silver-haired, black-robed Ye Fan's lips curled up into a sinister smile.
This sinister smile sent chills down everyone's spines and made their scalps go numb.
However, the next scene would become a nightmare that they could not forget for the rest of their lives!
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!
Following four dull sounds, the heads of the four men who had already walked to the street flew into the air. Their heads were separated from their bodies!
The blood spurting out from their necks was as high as ten feet!
The four heads flew into the air and then fell to the ground with blood spurting out!
Thump … Thump … Thump … Thump …
The four heads fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. After spinning a few times, they stopped moving.
On the faces of the four men, there was still a joyful expression of having survived a disaster!
Plop …
The four corpses fell into a pool of blood. The blood spurting out from their necks dyed the street red!
"Ah …"
"They're dead …"
The people on the street were frightened by this strange and tragic scene. They fled in all directions and screamed!
In an instant, the street was in chaos. Children cried and adults screamed. It was a mess. It was even more chaotic than when bandits entered the city!
In the blink of an eye, the bustling street was in a mess. There was no one left. Only the four headless corpses were left.
In the shop, everyone was silent. It was eerily quiet.
To be honest, they also wanted to run, but their legs had already turned to jelly and they didn't have the strength to run.
Among them, some were so scared that they fainted, some were so scared that their legs were trembling, and some were so scared that they wet their pants.
The air was filled with the smell of urine.
"Waiter, are my buns ready?" With an evil smile, Ye Fan shifted his gaze away from the four corpses and turned around to ask the waiter whose face was pale and whose teeth were chattering.
"Guest … Guest … Guest," the waiter said to Ye Fan with a trembling voice, "It's … It's … It's … It's … It's … It's … It's … It's done …"
As the waiter spoke, he picked up the food box with trembling hands and carefully handed it to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan smiled and gently patted the waiter's back before reaching out to take the food box.
The waiter almost fainted from Ye Fan's slap.
He had been a waiter in this shop for more than ten years and had seen countless people, but it was the first time he had seen someone like Ye Fan!
He had seen experts, but he had never seen someone kill people with meatballs. He had seen Mutants, but he had never seen someone who could directly send four heads flying without even touching them. What made him feel even more incredulous was that this person was capable, generous, and ruthless, but he didn't put on any airs. He even patted his back affectionately just now!
The good were governed well, and the evil were governed badly. The high were trampled on, and the low were respected. This was Eldritch's style of doing things in the past!
"Dear neighbors," Ye Fan placed the white fox and the food box to the side and looked around. He cupped his hands and said to the crowd, "I've disturbed all of you just now. I hope that all of you will forgive me for my rudeness. I apologize to all of you here."
As Ye Fan spoke, he cupped his hands and bowed to the crowd.
The crowd saw that although the young man in front of them was ruthless, his words were sincere and courteous. The fear they had felt just now began to fade away.
"Young hero, do you know who they are?" The waiter plucked up the courage to ask Ye Fan.
"I know." Ye Fan smiled at the waiter. "Bad people."
The waiter was speechless.
"Young hero, you may not know, but this person is the son of the local magistrate. Young hero, you killed him directly. They won't let this go," a middle-aged man in the crowd said to Ye Fan.
As soon as the middle-aged man said this, the crowd nodded and whispered to each other.
"Dear neighbors, please pass on a message to the magistrate. If he connives with his subordinates to bully the people again, the next one without a head will be him." Ye Fan cupped his hands to the crowd and said.
The crowd was stunned at first, but then their faces lit up with joy.
With this person's words and the death of these five people, Magistrate Xu would certainly restrain himself and not dare to act recklessly again.
"Young hero, didn't you just promise to give the four of them a chance to turn over a new leaf? Why did you take their lives? "The waiter asked Ye Fan with a puzzled look.
"I didn't say anything wrong. I did give them a chance to turn over a new leaf." Ye Fan smiled.
The waiter was confused and didn't understand.
"If they don't reincarnate, how can they turn over a new leaf? What do you think? "Ye Fan looked at the waiter and asked with a smile.
Ye Fan's words stunned everyone present. They were speechless and speechless.
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