Master of the city

Zhang Fan and Ba song have just entered the gate of Jinxin building. Several guards guard the building by the door. The security guards immediately welcome them, holding metal detectors in their hands, and begin to scan their bodies.

This move makes Zhang Fan feel very uncomfortable. But he didn't resist. If you have a paper detector, Zhang Fan may feel some trouble. After all, Rune paper is indispensable to him. The visual metal detector doesn't matter. Van Ge doesn't have a knife or a gun. They can detect as they want.

Of course, metal detectors don't show anything. That is to say, Zhang Fan's belt buckle and the set of silver needles he hid in his arms were found.

After touching it, the security guards wanted to take it out of Zhang Fan. It's a pity that the security guard's hand hasn't reached Zhang Fan's collar, so he was slapped open by Zhang Fan.

"What on earth are you hiding?"

Zhang Fan's reaction let these security people misunderstand, one by one from the waist out of the rubber stick was half moon shape, surrounded Zhang Fan. A security guard at the head yelled at Zhang Fan.

"What's hidden in Laozi, you deserve to search? It's good for you to sweep. Don't push your luck. "

Anyway, it's not strange for Zhang Fan to set up a fool for his own people. He's a fool and plays around properly.

The most important thing is that he can't let his momentum be suppressed by those people.

Momentum is very important both at the negotiation table and on the battlefield. Once the momentum is suppressed, then the next time will be restricted everywhere.

"Zhang Chuan, what's the matter with you?"

Just now, Zhang bisong and Zhang bisong were on the same side of the phone to report the incident.

Who ever thought that something happened just after the phone was connected here.

"Nothing. This bastard wants to take my things from me. Sister Fang, I said I would cooperate with you, but I didn't allow them to move my things."

Zhang Fan turned his head and his face was full of resentment.

"It's a routine check. If you have anything illegal, just give it to them."

Jin Bifang repressed her temperament and tried to speak to Zhang Fan in a gentle voice.

"What's illegal? What's illegal in me? It's just a family heirloom. This is our family heirloom. No one can take it from me. "

Zhang Fan touched the needle cover in his arms and shook in front of jinbifang's eyes. The light bulb immediately turned on, revealing the silver needles stuck on the needle sleeve.

"Is this a needle for acupuncture?"

Jin Bifang is also a person with common sense. She can see what it is at a glance.

"Yes, it's for acupuncture. It's from family."

Zhang Fan said he started shaking again, and the needle cover rolled up immediately.

"Miss, it's a sharp weapon. They can't take it with them. Otherwise, what will happen?"

The security guard who had just been slapped away by Zhang Fan was very upset. He came to jinbifang's ear and whispered to her.

"Sharp weapon what sharp weapon, a few silver needles, what can happen? It's for acupuncture, not for killing. Don't be so fussy. "

Now, jinbifang really doesn't want to do any more things. Just send these two red sticks of your future to ask. Why do you have to produce so many moths?

"But miss, this..."

"Nothing, but are you miss or am I miss? Put them up

Hearing what the security guard had to say, Jin Bifang's anger came up all of a sudden. Before Zhang Fan was a series of hate, Jin Bifang can only endure, unless she does not want these two super thugs. And now the security guard just bumped into jinbifang's mouth.

With no way to vent her anger, Jin Bifang raised her hand and slapped it on the security guard's face.

"Pa -"

the slap was loud, and the security guard was forced to take several steps back. With one hand covering her swollen cheek, she looked at jinbifang strangely.

"OK, let's go. Zhang Chuan, Ba song, come up with me."

A fan retreated the security guard, and jinbifang turned to greet Zhang Fan and Basong.

The security guards, who had been holding rubber sticks around them, looked at each other. At last, they retreated one by one under the gaze of Jin Bifang who seemed to be able to kill people.

"Come with me."

Jinbifang greets Zhang Fan and walks directly to the elevator inside.

Walking in the hall on the first floor, Zhang Fan deliberately slowed down.

He wanted to observe what the hall on the first floor looked like now, and whether the evil spirit he brought in from the ghost door had been found or broken.

However, after a rough inspection, Zhang Fan found that the underground building of the hall on the first floor had been full of fine evil spirit flow. Even in the column, we can say that the work of the wire worms arranged before was very good.In Shanhai town on the elevator door, Zhang Fan is very careful. The bloody fingerprints are on the red sun. It's hard for those feng shui masters who only work with experience and books to see through this. Especially in the first floor of this brake environment, even if the feeling is more sensitive, it is difficult to find the hands and feet on the elevator door.

This kind of brake gas filling situation in Zhang Fan into the elevator after feeling more obvious. The elevator shaft is an important path for the flow of the gas field. The brake gas comes in from the first floor, and in the process of going up along the elevator shaft, it also keeps walking towards the floors along the way. The originally peaceful gas field of the whole building is completely disrupted by the straight up brake gas.

Before, I saw some people on the first floor in a hurry, frowning and surly. Obviously, they were also affected.

After jinbifang swiped the card, the elevator went up to the 49th floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, a stream of red smoke general brake gas rushed in from the floor, Zhang Fan almost subconsciously took a step back.

At most, the black fire skeleton burned the vitality here, making the whole 49th floor present a scene of withered and dilapidated, and this crazy evil spirit should be produced by the Beichen Huisha Bureau arranged in the arena.

It's only a few days. It can produce such a heavy evil spirit. It can be seen that how many people died in the arena before. In these two or three days, I'm afraid the number of people who died there is not a small number.

"Xiao Fang, are you here?"

Three people just walked out of the elevator, a gray haired man came face to face. This person Zhang Fan has never seen before, but he has seen this face which is somewhat similar to Jin Dehai's.

"Uncle, I've brought people. Zhang Chuan, Ba song, my uncle is also the leader of Jinxin film. Just call him Mr. king. "

As a middleman, Jin Bifang made an introduction to people from both sides.

"Is Kim always? My name is Zhang Chuan. You always want to question us? Well, since I have promised sister Fang, you can ask me what you want

Zhang Fan said while he wandered to Jin Jianjun and held out a hand to him.

"Shake hands is still free, young man. You should be no stranger here. Come and join me in the restaurant. Let's have a good talk. "

Seeing Zhang Fan walk in, Jin Jianjun not only does not politely come forward to shake hands with Zhang Fan, but takes a step back and distance himself from Zhang Fan. And behind him are two middle-aged men in Tang Dynasty clothes with bright eyes. These two men are not burly men like muscle sticks, but Zhang fan can see that they are all family practitioners with Kung Fu on them. The explosive power hidden under the seemingly ordinary muscles is absolutely.

At the same time, the two guards of Jin Yinjun stepped back in the middle.

"Well, you two elders, I'm a young man. OK, I don't want to shake hands with Mr. king, OK? Come on, let's go to the restaurant and eat and talk

Zhang Fan a pair of careless appearance, also did not care about jinjianjun side in the end how mean, stride toward the direction of the restaurant.

This time, there are not so many colorful service staff in the club, and no one bows at the door when they walk into the restaurant. Zhang Fan went to the area of the Chinese restaurant, where there was a table with four legs propped up by the legs of the log table.

There are tea and fruit plates on the table, but around the table, there are many vigilant bodyguards in black. These black bodyguards are different from those downstairs.

"Sir, in your Chinese words, should it be called Hongmen banquet?"

Feeling the pressure from the bodyguards around him, bassoon wiped his nose with his thumb, which is quite like Bruce Lee in the movie.

"Yes, Hongmen banquet. That's what it means."

Even if Jin Bifang followed him, Zhang Fan was a bohemian. He didn't mean to take Jin Jianjun seriously at all.

Jin Jianjun's eyes narrowed slightly. There was a fierce light in his eyes. But soon, Jin Jianjun opened his eyes and regained his usual dignity.

"Young people, don't be so wary. Since you are all friends of Xiaofang, we are all family. We just sit together and have a good chat about what happened before. I don't mean anything

Jin Jianjun said as he scanned Zhang Fan's face with his eyes.

He always felt that this boy was a little like someone he had met before, but he couldn't figure out who he was.

"Oh, no malice? Hehe, well, well, sir, I believe it. Now you can tell us what you want to say to our brothers. Just say it, we know everything. "