My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head

Chapter 1246: You Shout

Whether you do it or not, you have to do it.

Fan Li wanted to find Liu Xiaowan, and quickly took her home. Whatever the reason, Li Fan will never let a woman leave herself!

"Brother, this is where the local gang is."

Lao Biao drove in person and took Li Fan to a bar in the corner of Chinatown. This bar has a good facade, which is hundreds of times better than the small shop house like Bigfoot. A beautiful three-story building with bright lights on the outside and loud voices on the inside.

There were two white security guards outside the bar, each with a large rounded waist and a gun attached to his waist.

When Li Fan walked by, the two security guards stopped him immediately.

"Stop, Chinese are not allowed here!"

The two security guards stared at the beads and scolded Li Fan.

"Oh? This is a place for Chinese people. Why not let Chinese people in?"

Li Fan was not angry, and asked with a smile.

"Fuck! Quite a lot!"

A security guard was furious, and reached out to push Li Fan. He is close to a height of 1.99 meters and has a strong physique. As usual, a body like Li Fan should be knocked out in a moment. But Li Fan reached out and grabbed it, pinched it on the white security guard's wrist, and twisted.

With a crash, the white man's wrist was directly chopped off, and then Li Fan twisted his arm and pressed it to the ground, then kicked him on the white guard's temple and kicked him to death.

Li Fan's clean move surprised another white security guard.

"Fuck you!"

He yelled, then pulled his pistol from his waist and aimed at Li Fan.

But Li Fan turned around and kicked the pistol. Then he lifted his leg again and kicked the guard's head.

Cut the dragon platform, legs up and down.

Li Fan's attack is accurate and effective, and he will kill in one hit.

Lao Biao is a little dumbfounded, this little overlord is really amazing. With him alone, the entire Chinatown was subdued in minutes!

"Let's go, let's meet the Anthony ... oh yes, and that Liang brother."

Li Fan pushed open the door of the bar and was confronted by a huge metal music shock, which almost lifted Li Fan out.

I have a chicken. Although I have been to the bar before, this bar in Chinatown is too noisy, far better than the one opened by Zhou Guifei.

"who are you?"

The lights flickered inside, and a bartender saw Li Fan coming in through the lights, very alert.

No Chinese are welcome here. Even those **** local helper dog legs in Chinatown, they can't enter this bar from the main entrance. They can only enter the place where they need work from the back entrance!

All people of color are **** stupid pigs, they only deserve to be dominated by white people!

"Just here."

As soon as Li Fan reached out, the bartender was arrested over the air, suspended in front of Li Fan, looking terrified, struggling desperately, and constantly kicking his legs.

He had no idea what was going on, but the feeling of death had fallen on him.

"Where is your boss?"

Li Fan asked coldly, his voice was clearly low, but it was clearly introduced into the bartender's ear.

The bartender thought he had met a devil, and he quickly pointed out the position of the boss.

"Fine thanks."

Li Fan put the bartender down and tossed it aside.

The bartender lay on his back against the wall softly. He looked at Li Fan's back, suddenly reached out his hand, and took out a pistol from his arms.

Li Fan didn't look back, just turned his back to him, reached out his hand, and held his palm.

"Click!"

The bartender's head was twisted 180 degrees and he died of anger.

"Looking for my own way ..."

Lao Biao couldn't help but slap his lips, obviously Li Fan gave him a chance to survive, but this guy didn't cherish it!

The music in the bar was so loud that no one knew that someone was dead here. And Li Fan set off a dark battle in the bar. He kept walking towards the place where the target was located, and many white security guards stopped him along the way, all being removed by Li Fan.

These people's equipment is obviously much stronger than the Northeast Gang and the Taiwan Gang. The pistols are all m1911, and even some people are equipped with anti-terrorist submachine guns such as mp5.

Obviously, these people are well trained and not ordinary gangsters. But even if they carried bazookas, Li Fan was not afraid. He shattered and died, quickly killing the office on the second floor. Lao Biao followed him all the way and was extremely safe.

Lao Biao also entered this bar for the first time. How much money does this place make a year? He couldn't help but feel a little jealous. But thinking that it would be destroyed soon, he put away his jealousy again.

Make more money, you have to spend it!

Li Fan quickly walked to the door of the office. He lifted his foot and opened the door.

In this office, a middle-aged Chinese man in a flower shirt is sitting among a group of women, hugging each other and holding drugs, as if the whole person is about to ascend to heaven.

Seeing Li Fan coming in, he still shook his head and said stupidly.

"Who? Come on? Play together?"

"This is Liang, but look at him, it should be dead."

Lao Biao sneered, "Drugs, how can you just touch them?"

"The others left."

Li Fan ordered, "Give you ten seconds."

Then, Li Fan handed Lao Biao a look, and Lao Biao immediately pulled out his pistol and gestured.

The girls were frightened to run away, and they couldn't even put on clothes one by one.

"Well ... it seems to be going well these days ..."

Lao Biao took a slap on the back of a girl, and she couldn't help feeling a little jealous.

"Well, why are you all leaving ... come back, play together ... heaven ..."

Brother Liang shouted confusedly.

"Paralysis on you!"

Lao Biao stepped forward with a fan in his face, fanned him off the sofa, and fell to the ground.

"Where's Anthony? Where are you going?"

Brother Liang was stunned by Lao Biao, and drool was lying on the corner of his mouth, staring blankly at him.

"Anthony ... who ..."

"It's your father!"

Lao Biao slaps, opens his bow from side to side, and keeps pulling on Liang's face. After pumping for more than five minutes, Lao Biao's hands turned red. Brother Liang finally woke up in pain and looked at Lao Biao, screaming in alarm.

"Old, old Biao! Grass mud horse, why are you here?"

He took the pistol subconsciously, and found that his pistol had been held by Lao Biao, pointing to his head.

"You, you are crazy, here are all my people! As long as I order, you can't live!"

Brother Liang cried.

"You shout."

Lao Biao was happy, and no one else was here, all removed by Li Fan.

"Come, come!"

Brother Liang broke his throat and shouted for a long time, but no one paid attention.

His face finally changed, from redness to paleness.

Have all of their own people been killed?