"What's the matter, Sister Mo!" Wu Fan asked.

"Help me race!" Mo Shaoying said.

"Why?" Wu Fan shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and asked.

"You owe me!" Mo Shaoying looked at Wu Fan's eyes and showed a faint contempt.

"Okay, I admit that I owe you, what time!" Wu Fan shook his head helplessly.

"Ten days later!" Mo Shaoying said.

"I promised to help you. Wu Fan did not hesitate.

"I will give you 5 million, no matter whether you win or lose."

Mo Shaoying's tone was very tough. She didn't think Wu Fan was a rich man. She thought that no one would be willing to refuse his method, but it was just someone who had a grudge against money.

"Forgive it. Since I owe you, I will naturally fulfill my promise."

Wu Fan lowered his head to drink the porridge, and drank half a bowl of it.

With the ten-day deadline, Wu Fan should be able to recover to 90%, and there should be no big deal if he races for one car.

"Do you think the money is too low?"

Mo Shaoying seemed to be more disdainful. In her eyes, Wu Fan's performance was waiting for a price.

"Haha, Sister Mo, if you talk to me in this way, I don't think we need to continue talking. I can now call you 5 million as compensation for the rude to you that day, and then we will clear the two of us and not owe each other."

Wu Fan said while drinking the remaining porridge and eating pickles.

He pressed his phone with his left hand. After more than ten seconds, Mo Shaoying's phone prompted him to sound.

Mo Shaoying took a look at his WeChat prompt and was surprised. He transferred 5 million soft sister coins to his bank card.

At this time, Wu Fan had already drunk the porridge completely, stood up, and walked straight out of the door.

"Hey, hey, wait a moment, I'm sorry, please forgive me for the way I just now, but I really need you, only you can help me, I beg you..."

Mo Shaoying followed Wu Fan tightly. After going out for a turn, Wu Fan was gone.

Mo Shaoying ran on the street frantically, wanting to continue pursuing this young man. Wu Fan hid behind the door of the Good Porridge Road, looked at the anxious and helpless Mo Shaoying, and sighed softly, "Okay, Brother Zha doesn't care about you insulting my personality with money. Brother Zha is good at doing it to the end. In ten days, help!"

Wu Fan turned around and went to the waiter just now. With the waiter's recommendation, he applied for a good silver card. The silver card was two levels higher than that of the blue card. There were only ten cards in Qingbei City, and the deposit required one million.

The silver card was personally handled by Manager Lu Xiaoqian, the manager of Qingbei Branch of Haozhudao. Manager Lu is also a beautiful beauty. Wu Fan felt that he had seen it somewhere. His eyebrows were so familiar, and even his breath was quite familiar, but he just couldn't think of where he had seen it. Manager Lu seemed to be deliberately avoiding Wu Fan's eyes, lowering his head, not daring to look at Wu Fan.

If you get such a customer, the waiter will receive a commission of one percent, which is 10,000 yuan.

The waiter was so happy that he kept saying thank you to Wu Fan!

"This is what you deserve. If you remember my phone number, then call me if that scum comes to cause trouble for you."

Wu Fan said with a smile.

"That's great, so good. My name is Zhang Hongxia, just call me Xiaoxia."

Hongxia cheered beside her.

Suddenly, the door of Haozhu Road was pushed open, and a group of people rushed in with great momentum. The leader was the ebony picture.

There were six people following behind, one of whom was tall and big, followed by five younger brothers.

When Wu Fan saw it, he was actually happy. It turned out that he was an old acquaintance.

Wu Fan walked up with a smile and said:

"Wang Yuan, Wang Yuan, does your butt still hurt?" (See Chapter 7)

This person is no one else, but the man who teased Yunhan that night - Wang Yuan.

There were also a bunch of Wang Yuan’s younger brothers who were beaten by Wu Fan’s Wu-style Tai Chi and fucked a chrysanthemum in full bloom, making the eggs fly away.

"You... it's you."

Wang Yuan's eyes turned into light bulbs, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, he took three steps back without hesitation, and the cold wind was whizzing in his crotch.

"You... are so enemies, you're really a narrow road, and you're here to meet you."

Wang Yuan looked at Wu Fan in panic, and refused to move forward.

"Brother Ape, is he very powerful?"

The boys next to him looked at Wu Fan in confusion. The thin Wu Fan looked very weak, and then looked at Wang Yuan, who was panicked and confused.

"No... it's not amazing, it's just a bit sinister. So, you have the opportunity to show off. After cleaning up him, I will promote you to the third stage of the Yellow Belt. All the benefits of your disciples will be given to me!"

The three sections of the yellow belt?

That is the most difficult level to advance.

VIP disciple?

That would cost 6,000 yuan a year.

When the five little brothers heard this, they saved 500 soft girls coins in one month, and they made a lot of money now.

While retreating, Wang Yuan encouraged several newly acquired apprentices to deal with Wu Fan.

Since several of them are newcomers and have never seen Wu Fan last time, there is nothing to be afraid of when he sees Wu Fan like this.

Five people rushed to cut Wu Fan.

If this is usually done, Wu Fan can kill one with just one slap.

Now Wu Fan's internal injuries are very serious. The organ is in the repair stage. Even if he uses a little force, it will cause great damage to the damaged lungs.

The mlgb, this king ape, who hid far away, encouraged these ignorant little brothers to come over, and these are all newcomers, and they start to take action, and they are not deep or shallow, and they may not be shocked.

Don’t think about using a great man. This kind of physical condition may not be able to withstand his own strength, let alone a great man with extremely high military power.

In such a public place, you cannot take out a gun, otherwise you will be arrested and caught in the yamen. This is not something that Liu Dehua and Wang Dazhi can protect.

Even electric batons are prohibited by the public. Made, what should I do? Wu Fan was thinking of a solution, and a short and fat man punched him.

Since the bullet penetrated the lungs and caused internal injuries, Wu Fan did not dare to use his fists. The exercise of the upper limbs would directly affect the heart and lungs, which would cause greater damage to the wounds, so Wu Fan chose to use his legs to fight back.

Your sister's coins, I've fought for it!

Wu Fan used 30% of his strength to swing his right foot and kicked it!

Before the other party's fists were approaching, his stomach had an intimate contact with Wu Fan's flip-flops.

"bump!"

The fat white man was like a big ball of meat. He stepped back three or four meters, fell to the ground, and rolled back.

Damn, so fierce, the four boys behind were a little timid and looked at each other.

A small mouthful of salty liquid surged to Wu Fan's throat, and the part of the implicated organ that had just healed cracked again, and blood oozed out of it, and Wu Fan swallowed the blood back.

"Who can defeat him? I will promote him to chief disciple, free of tuition and bonus!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Yuan quickly increased his bid again!

Under heavy rewards, there will be fools.

How can these few sticks be avoided?

free?

Can you still be the chief disciple?

I'll make a big fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Why is there such a good thing? A pie fell from the sky?

The four guys gritted their teeth and rushed up together.

Isn't this the fucking killing me?

Wu Fan was in a bad mood. Anyway, he was dead, so come on!

By the way, there is also a homemade electric baton, which is short and concise, and is held in the hand. It is not easy for ordinary people to detect it. After using it, they will retract the system. In desperation, Wu Fan remembered the homemade electric baton that killed Boyka, the Black Prison boxing champion last time.

The four people surrounded Wu Fan, slammed his head and fisted together.

It just blocked the sight of the crowd around it very tightly, and it was time to take out the electric baton.

You must fight quickly and decide quickly. It is better to have a short pain than a long pain. If you delay too long, you will easily lose your life.

When the four people's fists and feet were hit like a storm, Wu Fan had already held the electric baton in his hand!

"Electric Light God Fist!"

Wu Fan shouted loudly.

A tornado-like spin!

"Crack, crackle, crackle!"

A burst of electric sparks, a few wisps of blue smoke, and a burst of burning bird feathers. The four guys lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth and unable to move.

"Damn it, there's really sparks!"
To be continued...