Everyone quickly gathered in the direction of the bald middle-aged man.
Yiran moved closer to Zhang Fan and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Xiao Fan, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault for what happened today. I'm troubling you again."
If she had not come to this private room with Xiaomeng today, what happened today would not have happened. She had troubled Zhang Fan several times before, and he felt very sorry.
"It's no trouble. Don't worry about it. What happened today is just a reward for cooking me dinner." Zhang Fan smiled slightly.
At this time, everyone stood behind the bald middle-aged man. The bald middle-aged man looked directly at Zhang Fan. However, the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Fan was not as humble and respectful as before, but full of resentment.
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How could Zhang Fan not see what the bald middle-aged man was thinking from the look in his eyes?
How could a bald middle-aged man, who was so domineering and domineering, bow his head to Zhang Fan, who in his opinion had no identity or background? There must be a reason why he bowed his head to Zhang Fan, which Zhang Fan had already expected.
"Boy, so what if your kung fu is good? What if your hands are fast? I don't believe it today that your hands can be faster than a gun." The bald middle-aged man snorted coldly.
Then, he saw the bald middle-aged man reach into the bag in his assistant's hand. He took out a dark pistol from the bag and pointed it at Zhang Fan.
Seeing this scene, a cold light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, and then he stood up suddenly, his body instantly turned into an afterimage, and jumped in the direction of the bald middle-aged man.
Feeling Zhang Fan's speed, the bald middle-aged man was instantly shocked. In his opinion, Zhang Fan's hand speed in picking up his bottle was already fast enough, but he didn't expect Zhang Fan to move even faster.
Everyone behind the bald middle-aged man also had a look of horror on their faces. They did not expect that Zhang Fan could be so fast.
Just when the bald middle-aged man had raised his gun halfway, Zhang Fan had already arrived in front of him and grabbed his arm.
Zhang Fan's wrist shook slightly, and the pistol in the bald middle-aged man's hand fell to the ground in a free fall. Zhang Fan grabbed the pistol with his other hand, and the pistol touched the bald middle-aged man's forehead.
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A cold touch spread along the bald middle-aged man's forehead and into his nerves, and a sense of fear swept through his heart instantly.
The whole process happened in a flash of lightning, and everyone present was stunned.
At this time, the bald middle-aged man was really scared. He finally understood that he still underestimated Zhang Fan's strength.
Facing Zhang Fan with such strength, the bald middle-aged man had no intention of continuing the fight and knelt down in front of Zhang Fan.
"Young man, I was wrong. I will never provoke you again, let alone have bad thoughts towards Yi Ran. What I said this time is true. Please give me another chance." The bald middle-aged man was satisfied.
The look of pleading on his face.
"How can there be so many opportunities?" Zhang Fan asked rhetorically.
At this moment, noisy footsteps were heard outside. The next moment, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a team of police officers broke in.
Entered the room.
Seeing these policemen, everyone present was stunned. They had never seen anyone call the police. Those who had had criminal records before subconsciously squatted down with their heads in their hands, as if it was muscle memory.
Seeing a policeman entering the door, the bald middle-aged man had an idea. He turned back to look at the group of policemen and said, "Comrade police, there is someone with a gun here, and he put the gun against my head and wanted to beat me to death."
After hearing the words of the bald middle-aged man, the dignified police officer in charge walked towards Zhang Fan and glanced at the bald middle-aged man kneeling on the ground.
"Comrade police, have you seen it? He pointed a gun at me, he carried a gun privately, and he wanted to kill someone. This is a felony." The bald middle-aged man continued.
Then, the policeman turned his attention to Zhang Fan, with a touch of respect in his eyes, but he did not say hello to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan looked back at Yiran and said, "Yiran, bring my phone over here."
Zhang Fan's mobile phone was leaning against the ashtray, always in an upright position. Yiran glanced at the screen of the mobile phone and understood what was going on. Yiran picked up the mobile phone, walked to Zhang Fan's side, and handed the mobile phone to him.
Got Zhang Fan.
After Zhang Fan operated it for a few times, he handed the phone to the dignified policeman and said, "This is the entire process just now."
What Zhang Fan showed the dignified police officer was none other than the video in the private room just now. The reason why Zhang Fan's cell phone was placed upright was for the purpose of recording. The video started when Zhang Fan asked the bald middle-aged man to get out.
The next moment, the termination time is the moment when Zhang Fan operates the mobile phone.
The rather majestic policeman watched the video quietly. When he saw Zhang Fan and other figures turned into an afterimage, a look of horror appeared on his face. He did not expect that Zhang Fan had such ability.
He didn't see it this time.
It took about 10 minutes for the dignified policeman to watch the entire video. The dignified policeman directly adjusted the video to the moment when the bald middle-aged man took out his gun. He looked at the bald middle-aged man and said: "
This evidence is right in front of you, what else do you want to say?"
Seeing the video, the bald middle-aged man's expression changed, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. Now that the evidence was conclusive, he not only couldn't falsely accuse Zhang Fan, but he also couldn't refute it.
The bald middle-aged man thought for a moment, then looked at the dignified policeman and asked tentatively: "Comrade policeman, can I make a call?"
"No." The dignified policeman said very sternly.
The bald middle-aged man's expression froze. After rolling his eyes a few times, the bald middle-aged man continued to ask: "Comrade police, do you know Director Li from our bright road? Director Li is me.
My friend, if you don’t look at the monk’s face and look at the Buddha’s face, please give me some face and let me call him.”
The dignified police officer simply ignored the bald middle-aged man and ordered his subordinates: "Arrest him!"
After hearing the order from the rather dignified police officer, two other police officers walked towards the bald middle-aged man, then pressed the bald middle-aged man on his shoulders and put handcuffs on him.
The bald middle-aged man frowned, glanced at the handcuffs on his hands, and winked at the assistant beside him, who nodded slightly.