"If it weren't for your brother's death in the Crystal Palace, you would have to be killed today!"

At the critical moment, Baal remained calm.

Lu Haoran has learned his due lesson, and there is no need to take his life for the time being. Moreover, the other party has a special identity. If he dies here, I am afraid that the Crystal Palace will not be peaceful for a period of time, and even more brothers will die because of this.

Weighing the pros and cons, Bali spared the other party a life.

"Thank you, brother, thank you Mr. Hong!"

Lu Haoran, who was overwhelmed by the situation, originally thought that he was dead, but unexpectedly, he survived the disaster. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him repeatedly.

"Maybe you are not willing to let it go if you still have the courage to cause trouble."

Hong Xing reminded Lu Haoran, "But before the next action, it is best to find out the identity and background of the crystal palace, that is, Ye Fan, whether he is qualified to compete with him, so as not to have a life or return without death."

"Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Hong's words are remembered in my heart."

Although Lu Haoran was still full of disdain in his heart, in order to leave safely, he agreed as much as possible with Master Hong's words, and nodded frequently like a chicken pecking at rice. His appearance made people think of the dog begging for mercy and waving his tail.

Bali lifted the muzzle of the pistol slightly upwards: "Get out, I will appear near the Crystal Palace next time, I promise you will never be so lucky."

"This is your territory, so the small ones will never step into another."

Lu Haoran then called his subordinates, supported him, and left in a mess. Behind him was a group of cowards with long breaths.

They came with ambitions, but returned dejectedly, and the Crystal Palace was far more difficult to attack than imagined.

While escaping, a capable man said unwillingly: "Master Lu, are we going to let it go?"

"You are so capable, but go and kill that Mr. Hong and Bali!"

Lu Haoran had nowhere to vent his anger and couldn't help but roar at the subordinate. If his arm was not injured, he would guarantee that he would slap the other party several times in the face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I was wrong."

The younger brother had no courage to fight against Hongxing and Ba Li, so he hurriedly apologized.

"I don't want to take revenge, but the other party's firepower is too strong. It's a miracle to be able to leave alive today."

"What should I do now? Should I dispatch troops?"

"Don't act rashly."

Lu Haoran got into the car, leaned in the back row and thought for a moment, then ordered a subordinate beside him, "Help me call the old man."

He recalled what Hong Xing said before.

The owner of the Crystal Palace, Ye Fan, is it very awesome? Is it even more a big shot than a big shot?

It is hard for Lu Haoran to imagine that in a small and inconspicuous Qingyang City, there will be people who are even more powerful than the four young people in Beijing.

"Okay, boss."

Under Lu Haoran's instructions, his subordinates quickly dialed a number and then placed their phone in the former's ear.

"Dad, it's me."

"Did you not be in the capital, and you took away a group of people. Where did you go to fight and cause trouble?"

There was an old man's voice heard from the other end, with a very blame-like tone, "Haoran, your wings are hard now, and you don't say hello to me if you do anything. Have you taken my father seriously?"

"Sorry, dad, how could I not take you seriously?"

Lu Haoran smiled awkwardly, "Are you worried that you are inconvenient to move? To be honest, I came to Qingyang City to deal with my younger brother's affairs. I originally planned to settle the matter by 10 million, but the other party not only did not know how to polite, but also injured the brothers, and I was also injured."

"Who told you to take action without permission to go to Qingyang City!"

When Mr. Lu heard this, he immediately scolded him ruthlessly, making people wonder whether the two were father-son relationships.

"Dad, I think I did it right."

Lu Haoran confronted him unhappily. He originally thought that his father would avenge him immediately without hesitation, but he did not expect that what he got was such a result.

He was extremely surprised because this was definitely not the father he remembered.

What exactly is the reason that makes Mr. Lu very angry at him?

"After all, my brother died there, how can I forget it?"

"Damn it, do you know whose place this Crystal Palace is?"

"This is exactly what I want to ask you, Dad."

Lu Haoran was extremely curious, "As far as I know, the boss behind the Crystal Palace Club is Ye Fan. What is his background? He doesn't even take our dignified fourth young masters seriously."

"This Ye Fan, I also secretly investigated through the police after your brother's accident."

Mr. Lu sighed from the bottom of his heart, "We can't afford to offend him."

"Dad, aren't you kidding me? Is there anyone else in this world that our fourth young master in Beijing dare not provoke me?"

Lu Haoran was shocked and couldn't believe what Mr. Lu said.

"Do you think I have the heart to joke with you at this time?"

Mr. Lu scolded sternly, "Although Ye Fan is a low-key person and many people have never heard of this title at all, his strength cannot be underestimated, and it is far from people's imagination."

He paused and continued, "Even I can't believe that his strength in Qingyang City and even J Province is actually covered with his hands. Moreover, his close relationship with the police is unimaginable. It is said that even the director of the National Security Bureau of our China Kingdom has personally received him."

"Director of the National Security Bureau?"

When Lu Haoran heard this, he immediately took a breath of air conditioning.

Because he knew very well that with the strength of the fourth young master in Beijing, he could not meet the director of the National Security Bureau in reality, and Ye Fan was actually received by the latter, which shows how terrifying the background of the surname Ye was!

"It's no exaggeration to say that this person named Ye is definitely a black and white game. Otherwise, how could he dominate Qingyang City?"

Mr. Lu was quite helpless, "If the boss behind the Crystal Palace was not Ye Fan, if anyone else had done so, I would have personally taken action and beat him up."

"Haoran, you are still too impulsive and almost caused a disaster. It is enough to be able to come back alive."

“…”

When Lu Haoran heard this, silently, dense cold sweat flowed out of his forehead again.

He agreed with his father's words. If it weren't for Hongxing, Baal's mercy and charity, he would have probably been lying in a pool of blood and turned into a cold corpse, and he would never have had any chance to speak.
Chapter completed!