V2.Chapter 469

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Ya bought flowers from the florist. The appearance of wearing a suit for the first time made Wang Fan feel that he was a big brother.

Zhao Shanhe and his two wives are buried in a public cemetery in the suburb of city B. the cemetery is not far from the city, and it only takes 20 minutes to drive. Because it's not working time, Wang Fan's car is not blocked in the road.

When parking at the entrance of the cemetery, Wang fan saw a dozen Mercedes Benz cars parked on the roadside. He looked back at Liu pangzi sitting in the back row and said with a smile: "it seems that today will be very busy!"

"Could it be Zhao Zheng?" Zhao Ya asked.

"I can't guess who else will have such a show." Wang Fan said with a bitter smile.

Driving Akutagawa letter glanced at the roadside of those Mercedes Benz cars, disdain said: "a strong upstart flavor!"

"It would be nice to have an end here!" Liu said with a smile.

"Then go!" Wang Fan opened the door and said.

Liu, who got off the bus, straightened his suit and walked to the gate of the cemetery. Wang Fan and Akutagawa Shin walked behind him, while Zhao ya, who was holding flowers, walked at the end.

As soon as we got to the cemetery gate, two men in suits came up.

"Bang! Bang

Without waiting for the two men to speak, Liu pangzi has already kicked the two guys in front of him to the ground.

The dust on the concrete floor in front of the cemetery is very heavy. Two suit men curl up on the ground in pain. The dust makes a mess of their suits.

Liu pangzi, who walked over them, was full of firmness in his eyes.

Most of the time, a man needs a suit of combat clothes to let him burst out the most primitive wildness in his heart.

Ancient armor, modern military uniform, will make men crazy.

But in this underground world, they can't compete with black suits.

Once known as the symbol of upper class society, clothing represents the identity of the wearer and their self-cultivation. Just because of this, proper suits always give people a kind of self-confidence, a kind of self-confidence in their own strength.

The triad gang at the gate of the cemetery was knocked down one by one, and Liu pangzi's skill once again surprised Wang Fan.

If there is no concern, no worries, in front of Liu pangzi is just a simple violent machine, I don't know what kind of destructive power he will have.

Looking at Liu pangzi in front of him, Wang Fan suddenly remembered a line he had heard in the movie: the killer without emotion is the most terrible person in the world.

Think of the identity of the killer, Wang Fan inadvertently looked at the side of Akutagawa letter.

Also seeing Liu pangzi's skill, Akutagawa Shin's face didn't show any emotion. He looked back at Zhao Ya from time to time, and only when he looked at Zhao ya, his eyes would show a trace of tenderness.

Zhao ya, who is holding flowers in her hand, is a little frightened, but she is trying to keep calm. Maybe she had expected all this to happen, so she didn't show too much worrying look because of the bloody scene.

All the way to the cemetery of Zhao Shanhe, Zhao Zheng, smoking a cigar, stood high, frowning at them.

Standing behind Zhao Zheng, there are more than a dozen men who are also wearing suits, and the front of the dozen men in suits is the fat six catties.

These people, standing on high, witnessed the scene of Liu pangzi killing all the way from the door, but no one went to intercept, showing no panic to anyone.

His suit was wrapped around his fat body, and his six Jin appearance was very funny. He twisted his round waist, grinned and said: "Mr. Zhao, I want to avenge my elder martial brother. Do you agree?"

"Four Liang's revenge should be avenged, of course I agree!" Eyes have been staring at Wang Fan's Zhao Zheng, when talking, eyes full of murderous.

The distance between them is not far. Of course, Wang fan knows who this fat guy wants to avenge, but he doesn't know why Zhao Zheng looks at him more murderously than Liu pangzi.

With Zhao Zheng's words, Liu Jin, with a proud face, stretched out his hand and looked at the younger brother behind him. Among the people standing behind him, someone handed him a mountain knife.

This mountain knife is two inches wide and two feet long. Its black body gives people a sense of massiness. Holding the red handle in your hand is like holding a handful of boiling blood.

Looking bloated six Jin, after taking the mountain knife handed over by hand, he played a knife flower with a smile on his face. Then he raised his arm, pointed to Wang Fan standing behind Liu Pang, and said with a smile: "boy, do you want to choose a way to die?"

Although it's not the first time that he has been provoked, it's the first time that he has been so arrogant. Wang Fan really wants to ask this guy, who looks like pig Bajie's reincarnation, where he got his courage.

Seeing someone pointing a knife at Wang Fan, Liu Puzi frowned and scolded: "dead fat pig! Do you want to die a little more happily

"Well! Dead fat pig? ha-ha! It's been a long time since anyone dared to call me that! " Liu pangzi ridicules Liu's six catties. When he laughs, his fat is shaking.

Looking at the angry Liu Pang, Liu Jin said with a smile: "boy, if I don't want to leave you to Mr. Zhao, I will cut your tongue! And then I'm digging your eyes! "

"It's so weird. Do you think it's a horror movie?" Wang Fan stepped forward and asked, looking at Liujin.

"Boy, do you know my name?" Liujin looked at Wang Fan disdainfully and said, "my name is Liujin. My master named me Liujin. Do you know the origin of Liujin

"Six Jin? I'm afraid it's not because your head is like a pig's head. It weighs just six Jin! " Wang Fan said with a sneer.

"Ha ha! significant! Interesting Listening to Wang Fan's sarcasm, Liu Jin didn't fight back, but showed a very happy appearance.

"What are you laughing at?" Liu pangzi didn't ask.

"I laugh at your ignorance! I've been in W province for so long, but I don't know the origin of my name. It seems that when I break your tendons, I'll give you a few. Let's talk about the origin of my name! " Liujin talks and comes to Wang Fan with a knife.

See each other want to hand, Liu pangzi took a step forward, but was stopped by Wang Fan.

"Van, let me kill him!" Liu pangzi said with a stare.

"Save your strength and teach Zhao Zheng a lesson. I'll take the pig's head!" Wang Fan clenched his fists, and a sound came from his joints. His face showed a long-awaited expression.