Chapter 975

Looking at the stack of brand-new coins in front of him, Tang muruan hesitated, and finally bit his lip and asked, "will you hire me tomorrow?"

"No, I may leave tomorrow."

"But Don't you need an interpreter? "

"It's a little dangerous next. I don't have to be able to protect you." Li Fan shook his head.

Tang muruan is different from Lin Manyi. Lin Manyi is a well-trained police officer who knows how to cooperate with him and has certain self-protection ability.

However, Tang Muran is just an ordinary person. Apart from translation, he can only drag his feet.

Of course, there is another point. The higher the survey, the more advanced people speak a little English. It's no problem to ensure simple communication, and it's no use to bring Tang Muran.

"Well, I'm sorry to disturb you." Tang Muran picked up the money, carefully put it into his bag, bowed deeply to Li Fan, turned around and walked out of the room without looking back.

Since then, they have never met again. Tang Mu Ruan returned to her ordinary life, married and had children. There were no big waves in her life. Only in her spare time, she occasionally recalled the day when she met Li Fan when she was young, a fantastic day.

And the story of Li Fan will continue.

A day later.

In the bar, more than 20 men in black sit around with cold eyes and thin bodies.

Bala, with curly brown hair, sat at the central table, beating the table impatiently.

Bala looked at his men and said, "what time is it?"

"It's half past ten."

"And the man? Why haven't you arrived yet? " Bala said angrily, "call him!"

"I can't get through."

Bala slapped the table: "this guy, what's the matter?"

Just then, the door of the bar was kicked open. Li Fan came in with a moustache, pointed to Bala in the center and asked, "is that him?"

Bala saw this scene and said angrily, "Why are you so late? Is this the assistant of the Chinese? Tell him that what I say here is final, let him not "

but at the next moment, with a loud finger of Li Fan, all the people present except Bala and moustache fell to the ground.

Li Fan patted moustache on the shoulder and asked again, "is that him?"

"No," mustache said nervously, "it's not him."

Bala looked at mustache angrily and cried, "you betrayed us! Fire lions can't "

boom!

With the sound of explosion, the whole bar was covered by the fire. The raging high temperature burned every inch of the air and reduced everything to ashes.

People around the city looked at the light of the explosion and exclaimed. Soon, police and fire brigade came to investigate the cause of the explosion.

On the top of the building opposite the bar, Li Fan grabbed the moustache and the fake Bala and breathed out: "it's really cruel. If you don't agree, you'll play with the explosion."

He looked at the fake Bala in his hand and asked, "how's it going? They didn't tell you they planted the bomb, did they? Do you want to tell me where Bala really is? "

Fake Bala stares at the blazing fire, bites her teeth and tells Li Fan.

In a manor dozens of kilometers away from the bar, the real Bala looked at the computer screen that had turned black, shook his head and said, "the end of the Betrayer, tut tut."

Next to him, a short, tough, monkey like man asked, "why don't you arrest people and interrogate them?"

"There's no need, ban Kun. We are businessmen. As long as our business is not affected, it's enough, isn't it?" Bala picked up the wine and said with a smile.

Just then, there was a loud noise outside the manor. Bala frowned and said, "what's the matter?"

Bala's old nest, though not as solid as gold, can definitely be regarded as a dragon's den.

At this time, a man rushed in and yelled, "head, someone's coming in."

"What?" Bala said angrily: "who is it?"

That hand some flustered say: "only one Chinese."

"How could it be?" Bala's eyes narrowed slightly; was it the guy just now? He didn't die?

One side of ban Kun said with a grim smile: "that man may be a very powerful martial arts Taoist, just in time, I practice the killing boxing, let me meet him!"

Bankun, a real Inca martial arts master, as long as he is there, Bala will have enough strength to face any challenge.

In the vestibule of the manor, Li Fan is walking leisurely on the lawn with his moustache and fake Bala following him like servants.

The firelion's thugs reacted quickly. Almost half a minute after Li Fan opened the door, some thugs with pistols, rifles and semi-automatic guns came and shot at Li Fan.

Seeing this scene, mustache and fake Bala were all in a panic. They immediately closed their eyes. But the next moment, the gun kept ringing, but they didn't feel any pain. So they opened their eyes, and then they were surprised.Then they saw all the bullets falling in midair, and every soldier who fired fell at the next moment. They couldn't even see Li Fan clearly.

With Li Fan's pursuit, one soldier after another fell down. Within a short distance of more than 100 meters, dozens of soldiers fell to the ground, leaving a mess.

"Don't be too arrogant!"

The next moment, Li Fan in front of a short man, almost like a baby like "squeeze" into Li Fan's arms, double fists even waved in Li Fan's chest.

This is the killing fist that ban Kun painstakingly studied. It can be said that if an ordinary master faced this kind of attack, he was afraid that his internal organs would be broken and died.

But ban Kun's face changed greatly after he was attacked by the strong wind. He felt that his fist fell into the air, and he didn't hit anyone at all!

Li Fan's voice sounded from his side: "Inca martial arts killing fist? The heat is good. "

This is the last sentence that ban Kun heard in the world. The next moment, he was slapped to death by Li Fan.

And this scene happened to fall in Bala's eyes, so he knelt on the spot.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! I'll give you whatever you want, as long as you spare my life! " Barra knelt on the ground and cried wildly.

He had to do this. The machine gun fire was useless to the man in front of him. Even ban Kun, whom he relied on most, was slapped to death. People killed him in front of him. Ban Kun was still young and had rich wealth. He didn't want to die.

Li Fan is a little speechless. The boss is not as tough as his younger brother!

But he still maintained a expressionless look, squatted down, patted Bala on the cheek and said, "tell me, where is the headquarters of the fire lion?"