Master of the city

"Well, it's not safe in the school recently. There are always some gangsters who speak Japanese. I don't really want to go."

When Bai Shuying talks about those gangsters, he is a little timid, obviously afraid.

"Gangster? Or Japanese? Did they bully you? "

Zhang Fan's brow suddenly wrinkled when he heard the Japanese thug. Aren't the Japanese thugs they just killed? What the hell is going on? Without any reason, there are so many Japanese? Speaking of which, did you make a mistake about the target of those guys?

The first time at the railway station, the five youths wanted to kill Shen Genwang. Later, in the sunshine style community, the eight Japanese gangsters suddenly attacked. At first, Zhang Fan thought that they might want to kill each other. None of them left anything. Now it sounds like something's wrong.

Jiangzhou is not a tourist city. Before, there were no large-scale foreigners, especially Japanese people. Zhang Fan had been in Jiangzhou for so long, and only received a group of Japanese guests who bought houses. Now how can he come out so many at once?

The most important thing is that these Japanese are still gangsters.

Gangsters, like animals, have a strong sense of territory. They usually only roam in their own land except for seizing territory. It's extremely rare to go abroad to look for trouble.

It can also be understood that they have relatives and friends who have been cheated, but they hang around in Jiangzhou University Could it be that those Japanese people came here just for themselves, while those in the school were watching Bai Shuying?

At the thought of this, Zhang Fan's heart sank in an instant, no longer playing with the white girl.

Zhang Fan has no enmity with the Japanese, but it's not sure which enemy is hard to find someone to deal with Zhang Fan at home and spend a lot of money to find someone from abroad?

This is completely possible. Those people who are still alive in the Luo family, as well as sun Chengjin before, are likely to do this. It's just that Zhang Fan doesn't quite understand why these Japanese thugs are just hanging around in school and frightening Bai Shuying instead of attacking her.

"The candle and tears are exhausted, the moon is cold and sparse, the stars are falling, and I wake up in my dream. Who can I tell you in my dream. The wet Zhuyan is breathtaking, the blood stained pear blossoms are dancing, the rain is torrential, and a drop of old orchid is withering... "

Just when Zhang Fan's heart was heavy, a familiar song suddenly came into his ears. Zhang Fan took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Li Mengmei.

It seems that sister Meng Mei belongs to Cao. She just said she would call her, so she called. Zhang Fan took a deep breath and pressed the button down.

"Hello, sister Meng Mei, I'm home. Just now I said I wanted to call you. I didn't expect you to call me first."

"Sorry, it's not sister mummy who called you."

What Zhang Fan didn't expect was that it wasn't Li Mengmei's voice that came over the phone. It was a man with a strange tone, which made people uncomfortable.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Fan's voice is also gloomy, and the tone is so strange. Maybe it's because he doesn't speak Chinese very often. Zhang Fan is associated with the Japanese at the first time.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is where you need to come to me now. There is an abandoned Yanxing machinery factory in the eastern suburb. You'd better arrive before 7 p.m. Du - "

when the man finished, he hung up without waiting for Zhang Fan's reply. Zhang Fan quickly called back, but he got the prompt that the mobile phone had been turned off.

Zhang Fan quickly dials Dai Mengmeng.

"Mengmeng, where are you now? Can I help you? "

"Van Gogh? I'm in the company now. I'm giving lessons to some new people. What's the matter? What's the matter with you? "

Dai Mengmeng on the other side of the phone is obviously a little confused. I don't know what happened.

"Where's sister Meng Mei? Is she in the company?"

From the bottom of my heart, Zhang Fan still hopes that someone stole Li Mengmei's mobile phone and called her.

"No. After lunch, sister Meng Mei left the company. She seemed to have something wrong. Her brow was very tight. By the way, brother fan, I tell you, in recent days, there are many Japanese devils wandering around the company. They are not good people when they dress up. Wu Laoliu's people drove them away, but they were beaten away. "

"Well, I see. Sister Mengmei may leave the company for a few days. During this period, you and Fengshou will take good care of the company's business. When sister Mengmei comes back, I'll ask her to give you a red envelope. "

Hang up the phone, Zhang Fan's fist has been pinched crunching, a seemingly real murderous gas began to diffuse around him.

"Van, are you going now?"

Bai Shuying in Zhang Fan's side is naturally early to hear the situation on the phone, although know Zhang Fan is very capable, but she is still some worry.

"What else? No matter what happened to you or sister Meng Mei, I won't care. One is to kill, and so are a group of people. "

When Zhang Fan said this, Bai Shuying could not help but step back. It was the first time that he saw Zhang fanzhan show such a strong sense of killing, and his figure vaguely revealed a sense of indescribable dignity.Out of the community, Zhang Fan stopped a taxi and went straight to Yanxing machinery factory in the eastern suburbs.

It seems that the driver is also a chatter. He wants to chat several times, but after seeing Zhang Fan's gloomy face, he still controls his mouth and doesn't speak.

Yanxing Machinery Factory is a well-known pillar enterprise in Jiangzhou city in the last century. Unfortunately, with the development of the times, the factory has gradually declined. The originally handsome iron doors have been rusted. One of them is half open, and the other one just falls to the ground.

The plant is already full of weeds. In the cold winter wind, the withered and yellow grass leaves are shaking randomly, adding a sense of desolation and loneliness to the air.

It was six o'clock in the evening when Zhang Fan arrived at Yanxing machinery factory. It was already dark. It seemed that the Japanese had no intention of hiding their tracks. They not only left a lot of footprints on the weeds, but also set up a bonfire in the largest factory building. The light of the fire came out through the doors and windows. It was a road sign ready for Zhang Fan.

"Come and find fault. I'll meet you today."

After moving his hands and feet, Zhang Fan went straight to the gate of the factory.

The valuable machines in the workshop have already been demolished, leaving only a dilapidated empty room and some valuable cement platforms for erecting machines. In the middle of the whole factory building, there was a bonfire. A burly man in a black windbreaker was sitting on a concrete pier, holding an iron stick with some meat on it. He was roasting on the fire. Behind the man, there were a group of men in black suits, white shirts and ties, and even some of them were wearing polite black glasses But Zhang fan can see that the hands of these goods are definitely stained with blood.

Moreover, one of these people is tall and thin. Zhang Fan looks familiar, but he can't remember where he's seen him.

Li Mengmei was sitting on a concrete pier next to the burly man. Her eyes were covered with a piece of black cloth, her mouth was stuffed with things, and her hands were tied behind her. Fortunately, her clothes looked neat and didn't look insulted.

Zhang Fan didn't hide his body when he entered the workshop. He just came in aboveboard. He thought these Japanese gangsters would do something, but they didn't, even the burly man sitting on the concrete pier didn't lift his eyelids.

"What do you want to do?"

I don't know if it's cool, but since you want to play, brother fan will play with you. Zhang Fan didn't yell "you let me go" or "you don't mess around" and so on. Instead, he quietly went to the man opposite the cement pier that seemed to have been prepared for him, and asked the man coldly across the campfire.

Li Mengmei sitting next to Zhang Fan's voice, the body suddenly trembled, but Li Mengmei did not struggle, perhaps know this time struggling mischief, will only bring trouble to Zhang Fan.

"You killed eight of my little brothers."

The man didn't look up, continued to fiddle with the iron stick on his hands, even picked up a seasoning jar from the nearby ground and sprinkled it on those barbecues. A smell of cumin filled the air.

"Four."

Zhang Zhengdao.

"Eight people in the past didn't even hit you with a knife. They only hit irrelevant people, and the rest is useless. I sent them on the road, but you have to pay for it."

The man's voice is very calm and indifferent, but the content of the speech reveals a chilly feeling.

If you can't finish the mission, kill it.

The Japanese are very fierce.

"Boring, are you going to scare me with your own life? Then you might as well commit suicide now. From the beginning, you have chosen the wrong opponent, but you blame your subordinates for their incompetence. "

"Interesting."

The man finally raised his head and looked at Zhang Fan, with a cold smile on his lips. At this time, Zhang Fan also saw that this was a man about 40 years old, with a kind of domineering face.

"Do you love this woman?"

"Love."

Zhang Fan's answer did not hesitate at all. After hearing this reply, the burly man waved his hand behind him. Zhang Fan looked at the tall and thin man who was a little familiar. He came out of a row of black suits, then drew a pistol from his waist and put it on Li Mengmei's head.

The burly man picked up a machete from the ground under his feet and threw it at Zhang Fan's feet.

"If you love her, cut off your own hand. Or I'll have her head blown out. "

Zhang Fan picked the machete with his toes and put it on his hand. He stretched out his finger and flicked it on the blade. A metallic trill came out immediately.

"Let him shoot."