Chapter 2470

He loved the feeling, the feeling of life and death, playing with others and his hands.

Because only in this way can he have a sense of achievement like "hunting".

However, in the face of Rallow's words, the little girl always ignored.

From the beginning to the end, he was lying in the arms of the old man, crying.

Ralo was not in a hurry. Anyway, he just ordered some food and wine to enjoy the girl's dying struggle while drinking.

However, in the battle just now, most of the tables and chairs have been damaged.

It was hard to find a usable table, but not enough chairs.

Ralph looked around, and his eyes finally fell on a teenager in the corner.

"Ah, that boy over there, bring me the chair."

Rallow yelled, but the boy, as if he hadn't heard it, sat still, looking out of the window, sipping tea quietly.

But even look at Ralph!

"Well?"

"Son of a bitch, are you so deaf?"

"I repeat, bring me your chair!"

Rallow repressed his anger and his low voice was like a tiger before hunting.

There was no doubt that if the young man disobeyed him again, the end would be extremely miserable.

However, to everyone's surprise, the boy still ignored, just calmly drinking tea.

After drinking, he said: "good tea, good tea ~"

"second Olympic Games!"

"You're looking for death ~"

finally, the young man's behavior completely angered ralow.

He roared and clapped, and the table in front of him fell apart.

In the midst of the debris, Rallow stepped straight away, tied his hands into a knife, and directly hit the arrogant boy.

PA ~

in the full view of the public, among the seven foot restaurants, one can only see that the boy who was drinking tea quietly and looked harmless to people and animals raised his hand and slapped him in the back.

At that moment, the world was quiet.

The wind sings softly, and the leaves are rustling.

The young man took back his hand, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea again. Then he lifted his glass and sipped it gently.

A boy, a table and chair, a cup of tea, a song of wind.

That young man, just like the person in the painting, is out of the ordinary world, ethereal and extraordinary!

As for raello, a powerful Indian who threatened to break through the martial arts in the summer, he had already flown out.

Lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, like a dead dog, constantly twitching.

Half of his face was red with blood.

Through that towering blood color, vaguely can see, inside the forest white bone.

"This ~"

"this... This..."

at that moment, space and time seemed to be stagnant.

Just now people said laughter, suddenly stopped.

The hands of the vegetables were hanging in the air, and the wine cup was not dropped. Everyone was stunned in situ.

All the people present were staring at the scene in disbelief.

Everything, all of a sudden.

A few seconds ago, he was still so powerful that he even threatened to step down in the future.

But in the blink of an eye, he became a dead dog, lying on the ground convulsing.

This huge overturn of 180 degrees once made people feel unreal.

Who would have thought that a young man who was unknown and did not stand out in the slightest way would have killed a top Indian power by slapping him in the face?

Shock, fear, terror ~.

At that moment, the whole hall was elegant and silent, for a long time, there was no one to say anything.

Until, Ye Fan raised his head, deep eyes, looking forward.

All of a sudden, all the people thought that the boy was going to kill again. Even some people were ready to jump out of the window and run away.

When everyone's nervous heart mentioned his voice, Ye Fan's voice just rang out: "boss, serve tea!"