Boom ~

In front of everyone, Iwai Zen's proud body bent down like that.

Knees smashed the ground hard.

The low and muffled sound echoed in everyone's ears, but it shook in everyone's hearts.

The moment Zen Iwai knelt down, everyone was stunned.

The original scolding of Ye Fan came to an abrupt end.

Miyamoto's agent who was clamoring to kill Ye Fan was even more like a rooster who was strangled by someone, staring at the scene in disbelief.

"This...this..."

"You...you...you are..."

Dead silence.

A dead silence.

The vast world is silent at this moment.

It can be heard as if a needle fell.

Here, only the breeze swept through, the grass and trees were moaning, and the Iwai Zen kneeling on the ground.

This scene was like a slap in the face directly.

Everyone was confused at that time!

They all looked like stupid gooses, their eyes were about to jump out.

Qian Chiyan's pupils shrank, and Qian Chi Jing was so shocked that her jade hand gently covered her red lips.

Even Eiyue Suzumiya showed a strange light in her beautiful eyes.

Before this, Suzumiya Eiyue thought that she had already known the man in front of her enough.

But now it seems that she underestimated Ye Fan after all.

This man is definitely not as simple as the Lord of Jiangdong!

After all, it is impossible for a small Jeongdong Lord to make Iwai Zen, one of the six major financial oligarchs in the secular world of Japan, kneel down and worship.

"Master, are you really a very extraordinary person?"

Suzumiya Eiyue smiled slightly.

She suddenly realized that the longer she had been with Ye Fan, the more she realized that this man was mysterious and terrifying.

It is like a vast and mysterious sea, which makes people want to go deep into it, explore and pursue.

"President, what's wrong with you...?"

"Your golden body and jade body, why did you kneel down to him?"

"He is a Chinese child, what is his virtue? What is his virtue?"

The only person who could laugh was Suzumiya Eizuki.

But Miyamoto's intermediary was not in such a good mood.

He almost shouted.

The old eyes were red, his whole body was trembling, and he shouted hysterically at Iwai Zen.

Confused, trembling, panic ~

Various emotions filled Miyamoto's entire heart.

However, Iwai Zen did not care about him.

Amid the trembling of the crowd, he knelt down and surrendered to the ground.

The arrogant face in the past, only fear and fear emerged at this moment.

It's been ten years.

Almost ten years have passed.

Since the first time I received Ye Fan’s funding and the support of the Dragon Temple, I have calculated carefully that three thousand days and nights have passed.

Once upon a time, on every sleepless night, Iwai Zen fantasized countless times about what kind of person the mysterious Dragon God Lord would be.

Is it a man or a woman?

Is it a mature old man?

Or is it a man who is in his prime?
Chapter completed!