y, "Alright, you bastard, scram! This time, both me and Fatty won't interfere, so rest assured"After Ye Fan finished speaking, the Buick drove into Qing Dao's mouth and sped forward like a flying arro...p!”And he even raised his baton, his palms were already sweating. This guy was so brazen, could he possibly be an accomplice He's a murderer!Ye Fan didn't even glance at him. His footwork flashed, and...