This was not the first time that Zhang Fan encountered an enemy stronger than himself, so he was still very calm.
In fact, at this time, you need to be calmer. The calmer you are, the less likely you are to make mistakes.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Feng Yong sighed heavily and took two breaths of cold air. He was still anxious. He also felt that what Zhang Fan said was reasonable, but it did not comfort him at all. There was no other reason. He never
There has never been any practice of pitting the weak against the strong.
Zhang Fan ignored Feng Yong and said directly: "I'm afraid that someone will stare at me, so I won't go to your place. If anything happens, let's call you. I will tell you as soon as I have news."
"Wait...wait...Mr. Zhang..." Feng Yong said quickly.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"Didn't the host say that his master and uncle are not in the temple these two days and will come back the day after tomorrow? We can kill him now and deal with them before his master and uncle come back and get my son's body back."
That’s it.”
Feng Yongdao.
Zhang Fan smiled lightly and said: "I can't believe this. He is just prevaricating. I feel that his master and uncle are in the temple. He must first tell him what I said to him."
Master and uncle need to be on the same page.
In addition, after I mocked him and asked him to take me there, he took me there immediately, which was detrimental to his dignity, who doesn’t want to lose face?"
"It makes sense, it makes sense."
Feng Yong looked astonished.
Through this incident, Feng Yong no longer thinks that Zhang Fan is an inexperienced young man, but instead thinks that Zhang Fan is an experienced, smart and powerful person.
"Stop talking, just wait for my call."
After saying that, Zhang Fan hung up the phone, then found a place to have a meal and returned to the hotel to rest.
The next morning, Zhang Fan had just finished breakfast in the hotel when he received a call from Feng Yong. Naturally, Feng Yong asked Zhang Fan if the host had called him.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan went out to play. A visit should not be in vain. You must taste the local food and appreciate the local beauty.
After leaving the hotel, there was a lively and prosperous street. Zhang Fan tasted each one, which took half a day. At noon, Zhang Fan was so full that he had to find a cold drink shop to rest.
Zhang Fan drank iced coffee and looked at the bustling tourists outside. Most of the tourists were Chinese.
When Zhang Fan was halfway through drinking his coffee, a group of tourists entered the cold drink shop. Both the tour guide and the tourists were Chinese. Since this large group of people were sitting at Zhang Fan's table, Zhang Fan could see all the faces of these people.
fundus.
Except for the tour guide, everyone else's position in the Wealth and Silk Palace was filled with a trace of pessimism. It was obvious that everyone wanted to lose some money.
Zhang Fan is not surprised by this situation. Some travel companies with no credibility and tour guides with no bottom line make money by deceiving tourists.
Zhang Fan didn't want to care about this matter. Those who could travel to foreign countries had some savings in their pockets. Losing a few dollars would not have much impact on them, and it was not a matter of death.
In addition, such things are everywhere on the streets outside, and Zhang Fan can't control them even if he wants to.
Zhang Fan continued to drink his iced coffee. Just when Zhang Fan finished his coffee and was about to leave, an old lady with a slightly fat figure and curly hair came forward, sat down next to Zhang Fan, and said: "Young man
, help aunt check your phone, why can’t you take photos?”
Situations like this often happen on the street. Old ladies and old men don’t understand the functions of their mobile phones and ask young people.
Zhang Fan took the phone, took a look at it, fiddled with it a few times and said, "The memory is full. If you want to take new photos, you have to delete some of the ones you took before, or clean up the junk software that you don't use."
"This...this...you can't delete those photos of mine. They are all memories of my travels. You can't delete those software either. I use them every day."
The old lady said a little worriedly.
Zhang Fan handed the phone to the old lady again and said with a smile: "Then there is nothing I can do."
"Okay, old lady, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."
Zhang Fan stood up as he spoke.
"Okay..." The old lady failed to deal with the mobile phone issue successfully, so she responded with some disappointment, but then she thanked her, "Thank you, young man."
At this moment, another group of people came into the cold drink shop. Most of these people were young people. There was also a trace of gloom surrounding their wealth palaces, and they were obviously trying to lose their money.
At the end of the team, there was a pregnant woman with a big belly and walking a little slowly. In addition to her appearance of having lost money, her Yintang contained a lot of black energy, which was obviously life-threatening.
And this life danger extends from the child in her belly, that is to say, the life danger of her child extends to her.
"Xiaoqian, come here quickly..." The tour guide, who was fat and looked carefree, ran quickly towards the pregnant woman and supported Xiaoqian very carefully.
"Don't worry when you participate in any project. If it doesn't work, just call me and I will pick you up."
The fat tour guide sounded very concerned.
As the two approached, Zhang Fan saw that the qi on their faces were connected, and this connected qi was pointing towards the danger to the lives of Xiaoqian and the fetus in her belly. This proved that the life of Xiaoqian and the fetus in her belly was in danger.
The danger of life is related to the fat tour guide, but it cannot be judged from this. The fat tour guide is the murderer who is preparing to kill the mother and son.
In addition, judging from the appearance of the fat tour guide, she had no previous convictions for murder, but she had an unexpected fortune due to her position in the Wealth Palace.
Through these circumstances, Zhang Fan's intuition told him that the fat tour guide was probably trying to make a fortune through Xiaoqian and the child, and she was not the real murderer behind the scenes.
"Auntie, are you familiar with this fat tour guide?"
Zhang Fan looked back at the curly-haired old lady who was still playing with her cell phone.
"I'm quite familiar with her. I traveled with her several times. She used to lead domestic groups, but now she leads overseas groups."
The curly-haired old lady was still looking at her phone intently.
This further confirmed Zhang Fan's thoughts.
"When will you return home?"
Zhang Fan asked again.
"The flight is at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Today is the last day."
The curly-haired old lady said.
"Are those young people who came in later going back to China tomorrow?"
Zhang Fan continued to ask.
"Yes, we are actually in the same group. The elderly and young people are just separated. After all, the elderly and young people have different concepts, and sometimes it is difficult to play together."
The curly-haired old lady replied.
Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully. If he left at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, the life danger of the pregnant woman Xiaoqian should be exposed before then.