Chapter 869: Time to Wrap Up

the core figures vanished without a trace.The two of them were instantly filled with worry, after all, the three powerful families were not far apart in strength. The Shang family's true strength was...Jin Zhao's heart leaped with joy. It seemed the other party was just a bumpkin after all, knowing they couldn't afford to offend a descendant of his distinguished family, and ultimately chose to concede.

Just then, Ye Bufan said again: "I can give you a choice. You can hit my left cheek or my right cheek, or even get naked and have your butt whipped, but the number of hits must not be less than any."

"Uh…"

Everyone was dumbfounded. There was no room for negotiation here, it was completely one-sided.

Jin Zhao's brain raced. Hitting the left cheek or the right cheek would be the same, there was no choice to be made.

As for how many times his butt can be hit, but if he is publicly stripped naked, how will Jin Dajiao ever show his face in the capital again

Thinking about this, he turned and ran away.

In his mind, even if he was labeled a deadbeat and publicly humiliated as a pig's head, it would be worth it.

To my surprise, I had only taken a few steps when the belt snapped with a loud crack. Then my pants slipped down to my feet, my legs got tangled together, and with a thud, I fell flat on my face.

"Young Master Jin, where are you going You're not trying to skip out on your debt, are you"

Ye Bufan also walked over with a look of regret, picked up Jin Zhao, and then slapped him repeatedly.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

Every one of his slaps landed with full force, the sharp crack echoing across the golf course.

After several slaps, Jin Zhao was completely beaten to a daze, his face swollen high, and he could no longer remember how many times he had been hit.

Ye Bufan turned his head to look at Su Ruyu: "Miss Su, why don't you try a few swings The feel is really good."

"This..."

Faced with this invitation, Su Ruyu really didn't know how to respond. She just lightly bit her red lips, shook her head slightly, and a complex look flashed in her eyes.

"It's a pity not to give it a good thrashing, you won't find another like this."

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he wore a look of regret on his face and then continued to smoke.

"48, 49, 50, done!"

After he finished speaking, his hand loosened, and Jin Zhao, who had already been beaten into a pig's head, collapsed to the ground with a thud.

His head was buzzing, and he had completely lost his ability to think.

Originally, Ximen Yujiao also wanted to run away, but seeing Jin Zhao's pants slipping down, she stopped.

Jin Zhao is a man, his pants fell down and he's wearing underwear, which is barely acceptable. He's still a woman after all, she can't possibly walk around in public like that.

At this moment, seeing Ye Bufan looking at her, she took two steps back and shouted in a threatening but timid voice, "Don't come any closer to me, I am the eldest daughter of the Ximen family."

Ye Bufan chuckled: "What's wrong with Miss Ximen Can she just lose and not admit it"

Ye Bufan, let me discuss something with you. Can we buy back the bet for money One slap is 10,000, what do you think I can give you 1 million.

Seeing Jin Zhao, who was beaten so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him, Ximen Yujiao was utterly terrified.

Now she regrets it deeply. Why did she make a bet with him when she had nothing better to do

"Ten thousand yuan for one slap Isn't that a bit too cheap It's not that I won't agree, but the price is really too low."

"As the eldest Miss of the Xi Men family, if your word is only worth 10,000 yuan, wouldn't it be embarrassing to spread"

Looking at Ye Bufan's beaming face, Ximen Yujiao was so angry her teeth itched, but now there was no way, she could only say again: "How much do you want"

Ye Bufan smiled and said, "According to Miss Ximen's worth, it would cost at least one million for a slap."

"Why don't you just rob it" Xi Men Yujiao said angrily, "Ye, your price is too high! I don't have that much money at all."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it then. The price is too low, it doesn't even come close to your worth."

"You..."

Ximen Yujiao was so angry her eyes were blazing, but she couldn't do anything about it, after all, she had said it herself. She turned her head to look at Su RuYue.

"Miss Su, for my brother's sake, could you perhaps... speak a good word for me..."

After all, this is the Su family's clubhouse. If she didn't mention her brother, perhaps Su Ru Yue would still be willing to say a word for them.

But now it's completely different, Su Ru Yue hates Ximen Yuliang the most, he almost ruined her life.

She, a woman who was well-mannered and polite, had never cursed before. But she did so now, driven by her intense hatred for this man.

Su Ru Yue frowned, her expression serious.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ximen. As a witness to the wager just now, I have to admit defeat. I can't speak up for you."

"This..."

Ximen Yujiao was taken aback. She had no idea what Ximen Yuliang had done, and she was quite surprised by Su Ru Yue's reaction.

"Well, Miss Xi Men, have you made up your mind I'm ready to collect my winnings."

Ye Bufan walked over with a chuckle.

"Boy, you stop right there! If you even dare to touch Miss Xi Men, I'll make you pay..."

The people brought by Xi Men Yujiao didn't know Ye Bufan's prowess. They thought this was a good opportunity to curry favor, so they immediately ran up to act as bodyguards.

Unfortunately, these pampered young masters were drained by alcohol and sensual pleasures, their bodies inferior even to ordinary people. How could they possibly be Ye Bufan's match In just a few moves, they were all defeated and sprawled on the ground.

Then, with a sweep of his hand, he slapped Ximen Yujiao across the face, leaving a bright red palm print.

"As expected of the eldest daughter of the Ximen family, she has a great feel for fighting."

"Ye, you dare hit me..."

Ximen Yujiao was furious. She had never been treated with such disrespect in her life; no one had ever dared to touch her, let alone slap her in public.

"Don't believe me Then let me prove it again."

Ye Bufan slapped him across the face again.

"You..."

Ximen Yujiao wanted to say something more, but she was slapped twice in a row and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

"Stop, I'm willing to pay, I'm willing to pay $1 million!"

Xi Men Yujiao cried out loudly, she was now certain that the other party didn't take her identity seriously at all.

"Whether it's paying money or fighting, it's all a physical effort."

Ye Bufan shook his wrist and said with a chuckle, "But I don't offer discounts or take credit here. I just drew 10 mouths and have 90 left, one for 1 million, totaling 90 million."

"I don't have that much money, only 60 million."

Although Ximen Yujiao is the eldest daughter of the Ximen family, she is accustomed to a life of extravagance and debauchery, spending an astronomical sum every day. As a result, her savings are limited.

After she finished speaking, seeing that Ye Bufan was about to make a move again, she quickly called out: "But I can write you an IOU. I'll pay you back when I have money later."

"An IOU That'll work too, after all, I am a civilized person and don't like to resort to violence."

Ye Bufan could be considered to have agreed. Although he wasn't afraid of the Ximen family, he didn't like trouble.

With 30 million IOUs in hand, it's a good thing for this woman to be more restrained in the future.

Ximen Yuqiao let out a long breath. She couldn't imagine what she would look like after 90 more slaps.

Suppressing the frustration in her heart, she took out her phone and transferred 60 million to Ye Bufan's account. Afterward, she asked the staff to bring her pen and paper, writing a promissory note for 30 million.

Ye Bufan took the IOU and looked at it, saying: "Alright, you can go now. Just pay back the money as soon as possible."

Ximen Yujiao glared at him and Su Ruyue with venomous hatred, then took her people and slunk out of the club.At this moment, Song Que felt nothing but helplessness and anger. Anger at himself for being unable to defeat a mere young girl, and helplessness at having no solution whatsoever.The opponent's overwh...