Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

Xu Fan hung up the phone without hesitation. At this juncture, for a man, what could be more important than the immediate matter?

However, the phone rang again like a maggot attached to a bone. Xia Yanyu seemed to feel a little noisy, turned over in a daze, and pulled up the large milky white sheet to cover up all the scenery.

Xu Fan almost gritted his teeth and picked up the phone, and glanced at the screen. It was an unfamiliar number.

Just pressing the answer button, a hoarse voice came from the phone, "I heard, you want me to kneel on the ground and wait for you? Now I am here, where are you?"

Xu Fan's slightly congested head regained consciousness in an instant.

Fang, the leader of the poisonous dragon gang, the leader of the underground forces in the west area.

Before leaving Huaqiang Martial Arts Hall, he seemed to have forgotten this person. The ants in my own eyes are a disaster for Zuo Hua and Zuo Ping.

Xu Fan packed his clothes and walked out of the hotel, and asked coldly, "Where is Zuo Hua?"

The voice of the fangs sounded as terrible as a cold-blooded cobra staring, "It's not dead yet, but it looks like it shouldn't last long. There is a little girl, tut, it's a pity, she will soon become a big girl ."

Xu Fan's heart tightened. Fang's trip should be for the purpose of establishing his prestige. Therefore, it is conceivable that Zuo Hua Zuo Ping, who has become a scapegoat, will end in an exceptionally tragic way.

Xu Fan's voice was instantly as cold as a knife, "It won't last long, how long is it? Soon, how fast?"

"Hahaha!" There was a burst of unbridled laughter on the phone, "How long can it last? It depends on when you can come. I'm at Huaqiang Martial Arts Gym, hundreds of brothers, all kneeling on the ground and waiting for you. , Very hard, you must come quickly."

At the end of Fang Fang's voice, there was a trace of madness.

Xu Fan spit out indifferently, "Keep on knees." He hung up the phone directly.

The night is like ink, with stars.

A sports car shattered the silence of the night like an angry dragon, whizzing past.

Xu Fan was sitting on the sports car with a cigarette in his mouth, and the accelerator pedal was almost to the extreme. Under the dimly yellow street lamp, Xu Fan's knife-like face was covered with coldness.

Xu Fan is not worried about Xia Yanyu's safety.

The existence of the magical bell allows Xu Fan to foresee almost any crisis and surveillance. In this way, the bell only swayed once when the red-haired gangster pulled out his gun. Therefore, no one followed him, and he left a note just now. Xia Yanyu had already had a tacit understanding with him, and there would never be a problem.

What Xu Fan worries about is Zuo Ping's safety.

Fang Fang seemed to be here to stand up, in fact, Fang Fang had already forged a beam with Zuo Hua. Li Shu and the red-haired gangsters all went to Zuo Hua.

And just today, in that dilapidated little hotel, Zuo Hua revealed to Xu Fan and Xia Yanyu about his enemies in the early years.

Therefore, Fang Fang's action this time has the shadow of Zuo Hua's enemies behind it. The enemy is to torture Zuo Hua, Zuo Hua will not die, at least not today. And Zuo Ping, that's not necessarily the case. What's more, for a little girl, there are many things that are more painful than death!

Thinking of this, a hint of coldness flashed in Xu Fan's knife-like eyes.

Although Xu Fan doesn't have a good impression of the little girl, as the saying goes, the big man does something and does not do something.

There are some things, even if it seems impossible to do, even if it is possible to die, Xu Fan must do it! This has always been Xu Fan's principle of doing things, and it will not change because of his likes or dislikes.

What's more, for Xu Fan, the mere fangs are nothing more than an ant.

The cigarette in his mouth burned to the end, Xu Fan took the cigarette **** in his hand and flicked it lightly. The flaming cigarette **** fell from the roaring sports car, sprinkling a string of faint sparks in the dark.

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In the Huaqiang Martial Arts Hall, with his fangs holding his hands, he stood quietly on the wooden floor, with a gloomy snake-like eyes slowly sweeping across the faces of everyone in the hall, without saying a word, with a cold expression. Like an invincible king, looking down at the land under his feet.

More than a dozen major gang leaders in the Western District lowered their heads cautiously in a humble posture.

Fang was very satisfied with the attitude of the dozen or so helpers, and also enjoyed it very much.

Fang Fang, as the leader of the underground forces in the West District, was meant to be one and the same, even if it was to integrate all the underground forces in the West District, it was not difficult. But Fang has left a considerable amount of territory to the gangs in the field for this moment.

Every time a major event happened, Fang Fang would call all these gang masters. When dealing with things, Fang Fang stood quietly like it is now, enjoying the respect of the gang masters.

At this moment, his fangs are unbelievable! Like a king!

There was a faint hum, old and weak, and his fangs frowned slightly.

Fang likes to enjoy respect, and also likes to enjoy the pleasure from the pain on the face of the prey. Therefore, Fang did not block the mouths of Zuo Hua and Zuo Ping, but simply tied them up.

But to Fang Fang's disappointment, Zuo Hua was shot and fell into a coma. Zuo Ping seemed to have also fallen into a coma because of excessive shock.

Zuo Huayou woke up leisurely, but Fang did not take pleasure from an old man, so Fang just glanced at Zuo Hua from above, without saying a word.

As an old Jianghu, Zuo Hua clarified the current situation immediately after he woke up. The shot was in the lower abdomen. Although the injury was not too serious, he also removed the old body. All strength.

For the present plan, I can only beg for mercy!

If he were alone, Zuo Hua would certainly not have such thoughts. Even if a bullet hit his head, Zuo Hua's brow would not be frowned. But after all, there is a Zuo Ping behind!

In an instant, Zuo Hua abandoned all dignity to the back of his head. The rope just bound his hands and did not affect the bending of his legs.

Without tears, Zuo Hua knelt down at the feet of Fang Fang incomparably calm, just to kneel down for his granddaughter with illusory hope.

Fang Fang smiled happily, the more stubborn people are, the more they will taste.

"Do you think you can live today?" At this moment, the expression on Fang Fang's face was like a king holding life and death in his hand.

"I think both of them can live!" The tone of the voice, decisively, did not seem to put the underground king, Fang Fang, in his eyes.