Wang Fan slid his fingers across the screen, looked at the photos, and smiled with satisfaction.
With these photos, he can completely muddy the waters and avoid being attacked from both sides.
After Wang Fan put his cell phone in his pocket, the Persian cat sister came up to him affectionately, "Brother, where are you taking me?"
"Brother, you are so young, tall and charming, and you have so much money and spend so much money. People really love you."
Wang Fan felt goosebumps rising as he listened to the Persian cat sister's cooing voice.
Wang Fan suppressed his nausea, pinched the Persian cat sister's chin, and pretended to be angry and said, "Where to go? To the hotel, of course."
As he spoke, he proudly took out a stack of cash, "That's right, brother, the most important thing for me is money. As long as you satisfy me, brother, I will use the money to hit your legs weak."
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a hotel.
Wang Fan got out of the car with the Persian cat and walked towards the hotel.
Five minutes later, the two entered the room.
As soon as the two of them entered the room, the Persian cat snorted and came up tired of it.
Wang Fan shuddered and spread his hands, "I'm coming."
As he spoke, he hugged the Persian cat, and then struck the Persian cat on the back of the head with a palm knife from his right hand.
The Persian cat stared and passed out.
Wang Fan put her on the bed, turned off her cell phone, opened the window, and jumped out quietly.
Love bar.
A spy came to Huang Biaoqiang's room and said respectfully, "Brother Qiang, that guy took the Persian cat to the hotel to book a room. Do you want to continue to keep an eye on him?"
"No need." Huang Biaoqiang waved his hand, "I kept an eye on him just in case, but now it seems that I was too worried. By the way, have you found out his details? Who is he?"
"This has not been investigated yet." The subordinate said apologetically, "That guy is too cunning. I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional. He keeps his head down when walking, and the surveillance camera did not capture his face clearly."
"Oh?" Huang Biaoqiang was stunned, but didn't think much about it, "If I had known, I should have taken some photos of him."
"Forget it, don't worry about it. Since he took the Persian cat to check out the apartment immediately, it means he is a lustful person. Even if he has a purpose, there is no need to worry about it."
"Don't worry about him now. Check for me whether this check is real or fake. If it is fake, bring me people to kill him now."
After receiving the order, his subordinate directly picked up his cell phone and checked it. Not long after, he reported again, "It's true."
"Very good." Huang Biaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief, "In this case, then don't worry about him."
"Yes." The subordinate responded respectfully, and then left.
Hospital, intensive care unit.
Bian Hui was lying on the hospital bed, his whole body tied into a rice dumpling, and his expression was very angry.
News came from the hospital that the soft tissues of his arms and legs were shattered and could not be connected, which meant that he was a complete invalid.
As the saying goes, one thought of heaven and one thought of hell, the higher you climb, the harder you fall.
Bian Hui never imagined that he would be sent from heaven to the eighteenth level of hell just for venting his anger on his mistress.
Ten hours ago, he was still high-spirited and ready to avenge Higashimoto Dalang and consolidate his position.
Now, he has become a complete useless person.
Anger, unwillingness, madness, resentment, none of these can explain Bian Hui's mood at this time.
A group of people gathered around Bian Hui.
Except for the gang leader Wu Lang, the rest of this group of people are his subordinates and loyal to him.
"You bastard, you are so brave for daring to touch the people of my Wulang Gang!" Wulang said in a gloomy tone, with murderous intent in his narrow eyes.
Although he is thin and small, he gives people a very powerful feeling, exuding a vague coercion, and no one dares to underestimate his existence.
Wu Lang murmured and looked at Bian Hui, "Are you sure that the person who touched you is Wang Fan, the chairman of Wang Fan Security Company? He also touched you to stand up for Lin Ruoxue?"
There was some doubt in Wu Lang's eyes. It was understandable for a bodyguard who was paid to protect his master's safety.
But when his master was safe, Bian Hui was eliminated. This was something he couldn't understand. Where did Wang Fan get the confidence?
You must know that Bian Hui is different from Li Wuji. Li Wuji threatened Wang Fan's personal safety and directly sent desperadoes to kill him with real swords and guns. Wang Fan had no choice but to risk his life.
"Yes, this is what he said himself." Bian Hui gritted his teeth and nodded, "And I also sent someone to check afterwards. He is indeed Wang Fan, the chairman of Wang Fan Security Company. There is no water."
"Moreover, he moved me after I found out that he was related to Higashimoto-kun's death. It was obvious that he was seeking revenge."
Bian Hui told everything.
Wu Lang nodded solemnly, then slapped the edge of the bed with his hand, causing the edge to shatter, "Okay, very good. If you touch someone from my Wu Lang Gang, you are simply seeking death."
"He is just a security company. Could it be that he thinks he is invincible and is making enemies everywhere? Master Bian, please take good care of yourself. I will seek justice for you in this matter."
After Wu Lang finished speaking, he planned to leave.
Although he was a little heartbroken that Bian Hui, a general, was deposed, it was just heartache, and he didn't care much about Bian Hui's life or death.
What he couldn't bear even more was this kind of slap in the face.
Now is a troubled time. Any cat or dog would dare to slap him in the face of the Black Wolf Gang. If he doesn't seek justice, how can he convince the public? How can the Black Wolf Gang gain a foothold? Where is its majesty?
Wu Lang was thinking bitterly when he just walked to the door of the ward when a phone call came in. He took a look and answered the call without hesitation.
Ten minutes later, he hung up the phone, and at the same time there were a few more photos on his phone.
Wu Lang looked at those photos, his eyes condensed instantly, and he looked at Bian Hui, "You said, when you went to Lieyan Club, Huang Biaoqiang invited you?"
"The news that Wang Fan killed Dongben Dalang was also a clue provided to you by Huang Biaoqiang? When you went to seek justice for Liu Yanyan, Huang Biaoqiang happened to leave because of something?"
"is that so?"
Wulang's face was gloomy, and his expression showed no joy or anger. But everyone seemed to feel a feeling of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai. Wang Fan slid his finger across the screen, looked at the photos, and smiled with satisfaction.
With these photos, he can completely muddy the waters and avoid being attacked from both sides.
After Wang Fan put his cell phone in his pocket, the Persian cat sister came up to him affectionately, "Brother, where are you taking me?"
"Brother, you are so young, tall and charming, and you have so much money and spend so much money. People really love you."
Wang Fan felt goosebumps rising as he listened to the Persian cat sister's cooing voice.
Wang Fan suppressed his nausea, pinched the Persian cat sister's chin, and pretended to be angry and said, "Where to go? To the hotel, of course."
As he spoke, he proudly took out a stack of cash, "That's right, brother, the most important thing for me is money. As long as you satisfy me, brother, I will use the money to hit your legs weak."
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a hotel.
Wang Fan got out of the car with the Persian cat and walked towards the hotel.
Five minutes later, the two entered the room.
As soon as the two of them entered the room, the Persian cat snorted and came up tired of it.
Wang Fan shuddered and spread his hands, "I'm coming."
As he spoke, he hugged the Persian cat, and then struck the Persian cat on the back of the head with a palm knife from his right hand.
The Persian cat stared and passed out.
Wang Fan put her on the bed, turned off her cell phone, opened the window, and jumped out quietly.
Love bar.
A spy came to Huang Biaoqiang's room and said respectfully, "Brother Qiang, that guy took the Persian cat to the hotel to book a room. Do you want to continue to keep an eye on him?"
"No need." Huang Biaoqiang waved his hand, "I kept an eye on him just in case, but now it seems that I was too worried. By the way, have you found out his details? Who is he?"
"This has not been investigated yet." The subordinate said apologetically, "That guy is too cunning. I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional. He keeps his head down when walking, and the surveillance camera did not capture his face clearly."
"Oh?" Huang Biaoqiang was stunned, but didn't think much about it, "If I had known, I should have taken some photos of him."
"Forget it, don't worry about it. Since he took the Persian cat to check out the apartment immediately, it means he is a lustful person. Even if he has a purpose, there is no need to worry about it."
"Don't worry about him now. Check for me whether this check is real or fake. If it is fake, bring me people to kill him now."
After receiving the order, his subordinate directly picked up his cell phone and checked it. Not long after, he reported again, "It's true."
"Very good." Huang Biaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief, "In this case, then don't worry about him."
"Yes." The subordinate responded respectfully, and then left.
Hospital, intensive care unit.
Bian Hui was lying on the hospital bed, his whole body tied into a rice dumpling, and his expression was very angry.
News came from the hospital that the soft tissues of his arms and legs were shattered and could not be connected, which meant that he was a complete invalid.
As the saying goes, one thought of heaven and one thought of hell, the higher you climb, the harder you fall.
Bian Hui never imagined that he would be sent from heaven to the eighteenth level of hell just for venting his anger on his mistress.
Ten hours ago, he was still high-spirited and ready to avenge Higashimoto Dalang and consolidate his position.
Now, he has become a complete useless person.
Anger, unwillingness, madness, resentment, none of these can explain Bian Hui's mood at this time.
A group of people gathered around Bian Hui.
Except for the gang leader Wu Lang, the rest of this group of people are his subordinates and loyal to him.
"You bastard, you are so brave for daring to touch the people of my Wulang Gang!" Wulang said in a gloomy tone, with murderous intent in his narrow eyes.
Although he is thin and small, he gives people a very powerful feeling, exuding a vague coercion, and no one dares to underestimate his existence.
Wu Lang murmured and looked at Bian Hui, "Are you sure that the person who touched you is Wang Fan, the chairman of Wang Fan Security Company? He also touched you to stand up for Lin Ruoxue?"
There was some doubt in Wu Lang's eyes. It was understandable for a bodyguard who was paid to protect his master's safety.
But when his master was safe, Bian Hui was eliminated. This was something he couldn't understand. Where did Wang Fan get the confidence?
You must know that Bian Hui is different from Li Wuji. Li Wuji threatened Wang Fan's personal safety and directly sent desperadoes to kill him with real swords and guns. Wang Fan had no choice but to risk his life.
"Yes, this is what he said himself." Bian Hui gritted his teeth and nodded, "And I also sent someone to check afterwards. He is indeed Wang Fan, the chairman of Wang Fan Security Company. There is no water."
"Moreover, he moved me after I found out that he was related to Higashimoto-kun's death. It was obvious that he was seeking revenge."
Bian Hui told everything.
Wu Lang nodded solemnly, then slapped the edge of the bed with his hand, causing the edge to shatter, "Okay, very good. If you touch someone from my Wu Lang Gang, you are simply seeking death."
"He is just a security company. Could it be that he thinks he is invincible and is making enemies everywhere? Master Bian, please take good care of yourself. I will seek justice for you in this matter."
After Wu Lang finished speaking, he planned to leave.
Although he was a little heartbroken that Bian Hui, a general, was deposed, it was just heartache, and he didn't care much about Bian Hui's life or death.
What he couldn't bear even more was this kind of slap in the face.
Now is a troubled time. Any cat or dog would dare to slap him in the face of the Black Wolf Gang. If he doesn't seek justice, how can he convince the public? How can the Black Wolf Gang gain a foothold? Where is its majesty?
Wu Lang was thinking bitterly when he just walked to the door of the ward when a phone call came in. He took a look and answered the call without hesitation.
Ten minutes later, he hung up the phone, and at the same time there were a few more photos on his phone.
Wu Lang looked at those photos, his eyes condensed instantly, and he looked at Bian Hui, "You said, when you went to Lieyan Club, Huang Biaoqiang invited you?"
"The news that Wang Fan killed Dongben Dalang was also a clue provided to you by Huang Biaoqiang? When you went to seek justice for Liu Yanyan, Huang Biaoqiang happened to leave because of something?"
"is that so?"
Wulang's face was gloomy, and his expression showed no joy or anger. But everyone seemed to feel a feeling of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai.
This chapter has been completed!