Ye Fan didn't expect Qing Xu to display her cultivation skills on the street. Her worldview was still stuck in the state of the Pan Gu mystical realm and hadn't been explained to her carefully. Unlike Wu Ding and Elder Wu, who knew how to hide their cultivation abilities in front of ordinary people.
"You two, don't worry, I am willing to compensate you for all your losses." Ye Fan had no choice but to prevent them from making a fuss; the car was easy to compensate for, but the situation was not easy to explain.
"Damn it, call the police quickly." The woman in white tried to run, but fell to the ground after a few steps. The other woman hurriedly took out her phone, but before she could call, the phone mysteriously ended up in Ye Fan's hand.
Ye Fan said, "Two million, is it enough?"
"Madman! Devil!" The woman in white climbed up from the ground, saw the police car flashing lights in the distance, and waved, "Help, there's a ghost here!"
