Invincible playboy

So at this time, the police feel that it is almost done, and they will find all the gangsters who can get on the table to sit together and talk, which is the so-called negotiation and peace in the sense.

Lord Xiong meant that Zhao Fanchen would not have to work in the repair shop of used cars during this period of time, but could rest by himself for a while, but during this time, Zhao Fanchen still got along with the boys in the repair shop , In this way, coupled with the fact that he assassinated Qiao Zhenhai before, it undoubtedly gave Zhao Fanchen a certain prestige in the hearts of these people.

Everyone calls him Brother Xiaofan now, especially those young men who worked with Robin last time, they adore Zhao Fanchen completely. At this time, Zhao Fanchen's position in the dock factory is naturally higher than that of the original Haizi, this is the superior.

If a person wants to get to the top, he has to climb up on many corpses. Only after you climb up can you really see the scenery that you can't see above.

These days, Zhao Fanchen has been hanging out with these boys from the arsenal all day long, getting along well with them, which also gave him a chance to gain a firm foothold in the future.

I just finished dismantling a scrap car that I sent with my brothers. The business of the scrap car purchase factory is booming these days. More than ten cars are delivered every day, but most of them are scrapped by bullets. , or hit a bad car.

After dealing with all this, Zhao Fanchen washed his face and took off the greasy work clothes of the repair shop. These days, he has been working here every day. When he and Robin were happily preparing to go to the cafeteria for dinner, Lord Xiong came, he didn't get out of the car, opened the window, and gave Zhao Fanchen a look to let him get in the car.

Sitting in the front co-pilot seat, Zhao Fanchen looked back, and behind him were Lord Xiong and Sihu. Both of them were not dressed so casually as usual, as if they had something to do.

"How are you doing here during this time?" Lord Xiong handed over a cigarette, Zhao Fanchen took it and did not light it, and still looked at Lord Xiong neither humble nor overbearing, without any special expression on his face, and said with a light smile: "I am here It's great here!"

"Sure enough, I didn't misread you. After killing the most powerful Chinese boss in Chinatown, you still do these rough jobs here. Xiaofan, you are a talented person, and you can be invincible in the world by yourself. , the key lies in the brothers under your command, getting along well with them is your capital, today Lord Xiong will take you to see the great formation in Chinatown

" Lord Xiong smiled gently, but to be honest, Zhao Fanchen's impression of him always makes people feel a little uneasy.

When Lord Xiong is present, the four tigers generally don't speak, which may be the reason why the four tigers can stay by Lord Xiong's side to do things all the time!After all, Lord Xiong has a very strong desire for power, and in his eyes, he has never tolerated objections.

The driver of the car was the man who led Zhao Fanchen to see Lord Xiong yesterday. He nodded slightly at Zhao Fanchen, then started the car calmly and drove out.

The car drove out of the wharf and onto the bridge. After crossing the bridge, it was within the scope of Chinatown. However, the car did not drive into Chinatown, but kept driving along the road outside Chinatown. The atmosphere of urbanization became weaker and weaker. Arrived at a beautiful farm.

This farm is very large, a typical large Western-style farm. Some crops are planted in the fields on both sides of the road. There are several horses and cows on the grassland surrounded by wooden fences in the distance. Not far away is A small river, and the old moss-covered waterwheel, are pumping the water from the river into the canal for irrigating the farmland. In the middle of this large farm, there is a house with a rural atmosphere. , Surrounded by bright lavender, there is a burst of floral fragrance. I really didn't expect to meet such a beautiful farm with pure natural gas in this kind of place, even without a trace of city fireworks.

"This is the place I will leave for myself to retire in the old age." Master Xiong looked at this beautiful farm with a smile on his lips. This farm was bought by Master Xiong.

The car drove into the courtyard of the house on the farm. In the car, Zhao Fanchen saw four or five luxury cars parked in the courtyard. There were two extended Lincolns, and they were all luxury limited editions, all handmade. Only then did Zhao Fanchen know that there are only eight other three cars in the world. Next to these luxury cars is a very inconspicuous red Ford car, which is still old-fashioned. It is in stark contrast to these luxury cars, but this The fact that a Ford can be parked with other cars shows that the owner of this car can be on an equal footing with the owners of these luxury cars.

Zhao Fanchen followed Lord Xiong into the house. The furnishings inside are very exquisite. In the center of the living room is a large long table like a conference room, which is a bit like the dining table of a European family. There are already five people sitting on the long dining table, including a woman in a purple cheongsam with purple roses embroidered on it, elegant and dignified, just like a quietly blooming rose .

To be honest, it was the first time Zhao Fanchen saw such a beautiful woman in a cheongsam. Her hair was gently pulled into a bun at the back of her head. She had a delicate face and fair skin. She is very fair, her eyes are narrow and long, she exudes a seductive aura, her figure is even better, her tall breasts, slender waist, and slender legs can highlight her even more when she wears a cheongsam. She has a very good figure. At this time, she is lowering her head to take care of her slender fingers. There is a box of ladies' cigarettes on the table in front of her. This woman is Duke Jialan. It is said that no one has ever seen her smile.

Detective Inspector Will of the police station was also sitting there, and the rest were three people Zhao Fanchen didn’t know, a typical Native American white guy with a hooked nose, blue eyes, and a family suit, because in his There is a family emblem on the cuff of the suit, which should be from the Nok family. There are two other people, one of whom has a sallow skin and a Buddha statue hanging around his neck, which should be Burmese. Smiling, a middle-aged man with a mustache on his chin, he is playing with a finger wrench in his hand.

After Lord Xiong walked in with Zhao Fanchen, Inspector Will stood up with a smile on his face, with a gentle smile on his face: "Oh! My dear friend, I finally see you. You have created a lot for me these days. If you continue to toss about this difficult trouble, I guess my old life will be in your hands, I don’t want you and I to become enemies one day!”

"Of course not, we will always be friends, right? Actually, I don't want to cause you these troubles, but after all, Chinatown has been silent for too long. Some people always forget the rules easily. Since someone broke the rules, We will be punished as we should. If each of us can override the rules, then I don’t think any of us sitting here will have the need to mess around, don’t you think? My dear Friends." Master Xiong greeted Inspector Will familiarly, but then his eyes swept over everyone sitting, and finally his eyes fell on the Vietnamese and Burmese.

"Of course there must be rules, otherwise I, a little policeman, might have to retire and go home!" Detective Inspector Will, an old cunning man, laughed and looked sloppy, and then he saw Zhao Fanchen behind Master Xiong, and suddenly With a look of surprise on his face, he walked over to Master Xiong and said with a smile: "Young man, I didn't expect us to meet so soon. You are a very lucky young man. I think we should be friends."

"Hello, Detective Inspector Will, I am also very honored to see you, a wise elder, again. I take this for granted." Zhao Fanchen smiled gently, and greeted Detective Inspector Will calmly.

"Master Xiong, this young man under your command is very good, much better than those rebellious guys before." Inspector Will seemed to be smiling at everyone, but everyone in this circle knew that, You must not mess with this old man who always smiles at everyone, or you will die a miserable death. In addition, he is the chief inspector in Chinatown, and no one dares to refute a word here.

"He is a very nice young man." Lord Xiong smiled lightly, without much reaction, at this moment he glanced at the people sitting around him, and said, "Everyone, today I want to introduce A young man, a young man whom Inspector Will and I both think is good, maybe everyone knows that Qiao Zhenhai, the boss of the Chinese Association in Chinatown, died a few days ago."

Lord Xiong paused when he said this, and looked at the reactions of the people present. The Duke of Jialan was still lowering his head to take care of his fingers. The young man from the Noke family raised his head and glanced at Zhao Fanchen, and just smiled kindly. The Vietnamese and the Burmese also raised their heads and glanced at Zhao Fanchen, with no expression on their faces, as if they were waiting for Xiongye’s next words. Xiongye slowly sat down on the meeting table, and then said with a smile: “Kill The person who lost Qiao Zhenhai was the young man behind me, Zhao Fanchen

As soon as Master Xiong said these words, Zhao Fanchen could feel at least three sharp eyes, hiding their murderous intent on him. Although the Burmese man was smiling, he always gave people a sense of insidiousness. The vicious look on Zhao Fanchen's face was a bit complicated for the Vietnamese, and he always felt that there was a special taste in his eyes, hiding a murderous look, but it disappeared soon.

At this moment, Duke Jialan, who was taking care of her slender and fair fingers, suddenly raised that seductive face, and looked at Zhao Fanchen who was standing behind Lord Xiong. Those seductive long and narrow eyes made people feel An indescribable fright.