Hearing Black Panther's arrogant words, the young man immediately fell silent!
"Haha, Ye Fan, Ye Fan, I hope you can give me some surprises! Otherwise, you will die miserably!" Black Panther touched his chin, his eyes darkened, and murmured to himself.
Just when Black Panther thought he had a handle on Ye Fan's situation, his actions had long been monitored by the Longmen Intelligence Department.
As the saying goes: When the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole stalks behind!
When the Black Panther thought he was sure of victory, he didn't know that his death was coming soon.
At this time, Ye Fan received a call from Long Wu.
"Hey, Long Wu! What do you want from me?"
Ye Fan answered the call and asked curiously.
Long Wu spoke respectfully and reported: "Boss, the Longmen Intelligence Department has just intercepted a secret message. The killer Black Panther is preparing to find a killer to assassinate you!"
"Black Panther? Who is here?"
Ye Fan frowned slightly, obviously not recognizing this man named Black Panther.
"Boss, that kid is just a tens-of-million-level killer, and he can't even get on the stage!" Long Wu explained.
When he heard that he was just a killer with a level of tens of millions, Ye Fan suddenly lost interest. He shook his head and said: "A killer with a level of only tens of millions, how dare he come to assassinate me? Haha! Who is so stupid to actually call me
Is this kind of thing coming here to cause trouble for me?"
At this time, Long Wu reported: "It's the eldest young master of the Qian family... Qian Zhenxuan!"
"It's him?"
Ye Fan's eyes flashed with displeasure, as if he didn't expect that he was the eldest young master of the Qian family.
Originally, he thought that by interrupting Qian Zhenxuan's right leg last night, he would be able to make the other party remember it better and calm down his attitude, but let him
Unexpectedly, Qian Zhenxuan not only showed no restraint, but even got worse!
Thinking of this, Ye Fan's eyes flashed coldly and he said indifferently: "It seems that some people really heal their scars and forget about the pain! In this case, you can't blame me!"
At this time, Long Wu respectfully asked for instructions: "Boss, do you need me to send someone to deal with Black Panther and the others?"
Ye Fan shook his head and said calmly: "No! Since the black panthers have come to the door, I will play with him! Long Wu, have someone tell me all his information! Also, check it out by the way.
Check his recent activities!"
"Yes, boss!"
After Long Wu responded, the two hung up the phone.
At this time, Ye Fan put away his phone, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and revealed a sarcastic sneer, "Qian Zhenxuan, right? I wanted to let you go, but you insist on seeking death! In this case, then don't
It’s my fault!”
Thinking of this, the corner of Ye Fan's mouth turned into a bloodthirsty arc, and the coldness in his eyes became even stronger.
...
At night, the moonlight is hazy.
On the outskirts of Beijing City, there is an abandoned factory.
There was a group of tall and muscular men gathered inside. They had short hair and exuded a strong aura of violence, which made the surrounding air seem to be solid and oppressive!
And in the center of this group of people, stood a young man dressed in black. The young man looked about forty years old. He was tall and had a long scar on his face. He was terrifying!
And this person is none other than a killer with a bounty of tens of millions on his head... Black Panther!
"Brother, shall we kill this guy tonight?" A young man next to him came up and asked in a low voice.