my fairy maid

Chapter 490 Let the whole An family be buried with him

He didn't know if the names Fan Jianqiang yelled were correct, but he yelled them in Chinese, and the expressions of the people in the corridor immediately responded. Fan Qiangqiang knew that the three people inside were not deceiving him.

Someone shouted at him and rushed over, stretching out his hand to hit him, Fan Qiangqiang didn't even bat an eye, he kicked out first, kicking the man curled up on the ground like a prawn, unable to move.

The people in the corridor immediately shouted loudly, from the rooms on both sides of the corridor, an unknown number of people poured out, Fan Jianqiang punched and kicked, and marched forward bravely, beating these people to crawl all over the ground, and after a while, the people behind also surrounded them , Fan Jianqiang completely ignored it, and continued to walk forward, opening and closing, not paying attention to any martial arts moves at all, just punching to the flesh, knocking him down on the ground!

"The surname is An, I don't change my name when I go, I don't change my surname when I sit, I come from China, Fan Jianqiang is my master! If you dare to send someone to kill him, you must be mentally prepared to accept revenge!"

When someone behind heard these words, they immediately knew that the situation was not that simple, and someone immediately took out their mobile phone...

Fan Jianqiang doesn't strike lightly. If he encounters someone with bare hands, he just hits the ground and can't get up. If he encounters someone with a knife, Fan Jianqiang will definitely lose an arm or a leg. When he walks all the way to the T-junction, No one used a gun until there was no one in front of them, and another wooden door appeared at the intersection of the corridor.

A group of people ran out from the inside again, and each of these people had a gun, and they drew their guns about 30 meters away from each other.

Fan Qiangqiang moved in an instant, as fast as a gust of wind, and ran towards those who drew their guns. In the sound of gunshots, Fan Qiangqiang stretched out his hand to block the bullets, and rushed forward, smashing and beating indiscriminately.

How could these gunmen think that this person was not afraid of bullets, and they were caught off guard. Facing those with guns, how could Fan Jianqiang be polite to them!Three moves and two moves, all of which are heavy-handed kills!

Going forward, suddenly someone took a micro-charger, yelled and fired at Fan Jianqiang. Fan Jianqiang was like a superman, slamming into the wall. There was also an extra pistol, and several shots were fired in succession. The person holding the microcharger was hit in the head by the bullet and fell to the ground.

"Whoever stands in my way will die!" Fan Jianqiang yelled wildly, and continued to walk forward.

King Kong's three stages of physique are really extraordinary!

Pick up that microcharger and keep going!

Who would have thought that a man of flesh and blood would not even be afraid of bullets!

Fan Jianqiang just broke into the largest office inside, holding a micro-charger, which was really shocking. In this big office, some people were unarmed, and some had pistols in their hands. He raised his hands to signify surrender.

Fan Jianqiang looked at the person in front of him slowly, and said with a sneer, "Who are An Xiaowu, An Zhiyi, Song Yansong, and Gu Yucheng? Who can tell me, I won't kill him!"

A fat man in a white shirt shouted: "This man, the people you mentioned are not here! An Xiaowu and An Zhiyi went to Nay Pyi Taw, Gu Yucheng went to Yangon, Song Yansong went to Huaxia! They all Not here!"

Fan Jianqiang saw that this man was full of flesh, and he didn't seem to be as panicked as the others. He seemed to have some status. Fan Jianqiang pointed his gun at him, walked over with a smile, and said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Jia San, hero. I am the manager here. Do you have any grudge against the two Mr. An, Mr. Gu, and Mr. Song? It's rare for them to come here once or twice a month. I'm not lying, I'm Seriously."

Fan Jianqiang walked over with a smile and said, "Since you're not here, forget it. Are you the manager here?"

"Yes, yes." The chubby fat man said repeatedly.

"Very well, as for me, I just know these few people. I have no grievances or enmities with your An family, and I don't want to trouble you at all. It was you who provoked Mr. Fan first. The gunmen you arranged in Mohai killed Fan's subordinates, so I came to Myanmar!"

The chubby fat man said confusedly: "I don't know Mr. Fan you mentioned! This hero, is there some misunderstanding?"

Fan Jianqiang laughed and said, "Fatty man, you said you are just the manager here?"

"Yes, I'm really the manager."

"Idiot! If you're just a manager, why do you say you don't know Mr. Fan? Don't pretend, I know you're worth something!"

Fan Jianqiang aimed his gun at his head.

The fat man broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly waved his hands: "You misunderstood my man, I'm really not a person of weight! I'm just a manager!"

Fan Jianqiang shouted: "Kneel down for me!"

Without any hesitation, the fat man immediately knelt on the ground. Fan Qiangqiang stepped forward and kicked him out. Seeing that he had a gun in his hand, the fat man didn't even dare to hide, and was kicked down by Fan Qiangqiang.

"Listen, now, immediately call the Patriarch of your An family and tell him to settle down for me! Otherwise, I will destroy your An family!"

There was an imperceptible flash of sternness in the fat man's eyes.

"How can I have our owner's phone number! I'm just the manager of the casino, I don't know the owner's number!"

Fan Jianqiang pointed the muzzle of his gun at his forehead, and said with a smile: "It seems that you are still insulting my observation skills, it doesn't matter, since you are just a small manager, then it doesn't matter if you kill you, right? "

The fat man hurriedly wailed: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll call right away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone in his pocket rang.

The fat man was taken aback, and looked at Fan Qiangqiang, as if asking for Fan Jianqiang's opinion with his eyes.

"Answer the phone!" Fan Qiang shouted.

The fat man slowly reached into his pocket and took out his phone with a flattering smile on his face.

The fat man swiped down to answer the call, and said into the phone, "Sir...um...he is..."

With a flattering smile again, the fat man handed the phone to Fan Jianqiang.

Fan Jianqiang took his mobile phone, and a middle-aged man's deep voice came from the phone: "Your Excellency, Fan Jianqiang sent here?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Your Excellency, please be polite! This old man is An Tianyi, the Patriarch of the An family!"

"So you are the boss of the An family! Very good, I am looking for you! Nima, you dare to touch Mr. Fan! Have you eaten the guts of a leopard? Your people killed one of Mr. Fan's subordinates. We have to settle the account Forget it!"

"It's just that one subordinate died. How many subordinates did you kill? How will you settle my account?"

"Hey, you still want to settle accounts with me? You are so fucking stupid! Okay, wait until I destroy a few more places of yours and kill a few more people!"

"You!" An Tian shouted angrily, "Do you believe that I can keep you out of Wacheng!"

"You dare to threaten me?!"

Fan Jianqiang fired directly, and without hesitation, he shot all the bullets at the fat man. The fat man was shot countless times and died on the spot.

There were screams one after another in the big office.

"Is it cool to kill you, a small casino manager? An Tianyi?"

"You're courting death!" An Tianyi roared.

"Looking for death? I don't know who died! Do you think we, Mr. Fan, are easy to bully? Who is he? I don't know, you are also being used as a gun for others. Is it Huangfu Bo? Or Wen Renshuo? Or Duan Heng? Even People from the ancient martial arts family dare not touch Mr. Fan easily, so they asked you An family to be cannon fodder, but you still ### dare to send people to deal with us! Tired of life, right?"

An Tian yelled: "You are so brave! You want to die, it's very simple! I will send the most elite men to kill you! Kill all those men named Fan!"

"Say you're stupid, you're really stupid! Why didn't even the Gu Wu family do it themselves! Think about it! You actually want to let the entire An family be buried with you, that's very good, I will do what you want!"

An Tianyi laughed wildly on the other end of the phone: "You also take yourself too seriously and let the whole An family be buried with you? Do you think you are qualified?"

"Oh? Do you think there is no? Well, let's try if there is such a species?"

"How do you want to try?"

"About a place where there are not many people, and call your master from Anjia to come over, let's compete!"

"Okay! Tomorrow morning, at the top of Mandalay Hill! The open space between the Recht Temple and the Minfu Temple! Do you dare to come!"

"great!"

Fan Jianqiang glanced coldly at the people in the big office, put the fat man's mobile phone into his pocket, smiled and returned the same way, holding the micro-charger in his hand, and walked out swaggeringly.

Someone shouted loudly in Chinese and Burmese outside, and the thugs stepped out of the way one after another, glaring at Fan Jianqiang with murderous intent.

Fan Jianqiang was unafraid, as if these people were lining the road to welcome him!

Walking to the entrance of the casino, he folded the micro punch in his hand hard, and he bent the all metal micro punch into an arc like a rice cake, and threw it on the ground.

After leaving, Fan Qiangqiang walked for a while, got rid of the follower, and used the body transformation technique to change into the appearance of a local. He was wearing a Burmese robe and a skullcap. He was short and unattractive.

Fan Jianqiang called a rickshaw and expressed in English and Chinese that he was going to Mandalay Mountain. It took a long time for the driver to understand that the guest dressed as a local was going to Mandalay Mountain to worship Buddha.

Seeing that he was a foreigner, the coachman asked for 20 Myanmar kyats, which was three times the usual price. How could Fan Jianqiang argue with him about the price, not to mention, one Huaxia currency was exchanged for [-] kyats, and [-] kyats was only [-]. The yuan was not even available, and Fan Jianqiang didn't know the exchange rate, so he gave him a hundred Huaxia coins and asked him to ride a bicycle.

The driver was delighted when he saw the bright red banknote of the neighboring country.

After riding for half an hour, Fan Jianqiang arrived at the foot of Mandalay Mountain and walked up the climbing steps.The state religion of Myanmar is Buddhism, which is more influenced by India. It believes in Theravada Buddhism. There are eight Buddhist temples in Mandalay Mountain, which are very famous. A large number of devout believers come to visit every day.

Mandalay Hill is not high, only more than 200 meters high, but Wacheng is located on a plain. On Mandalay Hill, you can overlook not only the Irrawaddy River, but also the entire Wacheng.Therefore, Mandalay Hill is also the best place to watch the sunrise and sunset.

Fan Jianqiang climbed up the steps, but he didn't care to appreciate the Buddhist temples here. Soon, he reached the top of the mountain and found the open space between Lezhi Temple and Minfu Temple.Although he is not afraid of the An family's masters, he will not underestimate the enemy. He came to observe the terrain in advance to prevent An Tian from playing tricks.

I found a place on the mountain, called a member of the Flying Fox tribe to come out, and asked him to guard the outside, while I entered the werewolf territory on the top of the aura Moyu to practice aura.

After a few hours, Fan Qiangqiang received a message from the Flying Fox tribe that someone had arrived!

Fan Jianqiang appeared in the outside world in the form of a former local, hiding in the dark, and at the same time sent the Feihu tribe back.

It was four o'clock in the morning at this time, and the people who settled down came one after another. There were more and more people, and there were 200 to [-] people in a rough count, and they were still rushing up the mountain.

Fan Jianqiang saw that they were hiding knives and other cold weapons. Moreover, when it was almost five o'clock, the people who went up the mountain seemed to be masters of martial arts. In this full hour, 500 people from the Anjia had arrived!

At this time, there was already a ray of light in the sky, and the golden sun gradually appeared on the east side of Mandalay Mountain...