At the same time, a powerful aura was wafting around the short-haired man. He seemed to be telling everyone present that he would be rude to anyone who dared to stop him again.
These people were no match for the short-haired man. They were used to being respectful to him. Due to the power of the short-haired man, no one dared to speak for a while.
"snort!"
The short-haired man snorted again, took his cell phone and started to go out.
"Who are you protesting against?"
Zhang Fan said coldly.
Zhang Fan's body also burst out with an aura that was even more powerful than that of the short-haired man. After all, Zhang Fan's strength was already superior to that of the short-haired man.
Facing Zhang Fan, the short-haired man put away his cold eyes, and a smile appeared on his face, "Mr. Zhang, I am not targeting you, I am targeting them."
"They are echoing my words by not letting you go, so if you target them, you are targeting me."
Zhang Fan suddenly pulled him and everyone present into the same camp, and the short-haired man became a hostile force.
As soon as these words came out, everyone present first looked at Zhang Fan with respect, and then turned their attention to the short-haired man. Although no one said anything, the disobedience and disdain in their eyes fully reflected their respect for the short-haired man.
Men's attitude.
"Mr. Zhang, we have no grudges in the past and no grudges these days. There is no need to bring things to this point, right?"
The short-haired man suppressed the smile on his face and said in a serious voice, "As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. Your strength is indeed better than mine, but you are a foreigner, so you'd better not be too high-profile!"
"You threaten me?"
Zhang Fan twisted his eyebrows.
"It's not a threat, I'm telling the truth..." The short-haired man licked his lips and said nonchalantly.
Zhang Fan's body ejected like a cannonball, and a punch struck the shoulder blade of the short-haired man. The short-haired man used the breath in his body to resist, and a muffled sound suddenly came from the point of impact. The short-haired man took a few steps back, Zhang Fan
Fan took advantage of the victory and pursued the fight. After the two fought for more than ten rounds, Zhang Fan slapped the short-haired man on the chest with his palm.
"collapse……"
With a muffled sound, the body of the short-haired man flew out and hit the wall hard, leaving a mark half a foot deep on the wall.
"puff……"
A mouthful of bright red blood coughed out from the mouth of the short-haired man.
Zhang Fan walked up to the cell phone that the short-haired man had dropped, and crushed it with his kick while the voice of the short-haired man's master was still coming from inside.
The battle with the short-haired man consumed a quarter of Zhang Fan's body's energy. At this time, his physical combat power was equivalent to the mid-to-late stage of the eighth stage of the second realm.
Although the short-haired man has lost his fighting ability, Zhang Fan, whose fighting ability has declined, is still no match for these people in front of him. Therefore, Zhang Fan's plan will continue.
As Zhang Fan walked back to his seat, he picked up the pink bone on the table, as well as the dozen or so pieces of asparagus that Zhang Fan had handed to the short-haired man before, and put them back into his bag.
"I agree with the statement that a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. His master knows that he is injured. Although his master is in the Japanese country, he may remotely control the local forces to cause trouble for me. Therefore, it is not suitable for me to stay here for a long time."
Zhang Fan said.
"Mr. Zhang, you haven't given us the gift hidden in the bone yet."
When the man behind the back saw Zhang Fan was about to leave, he answered anxiously. Many people also followed suit and looked at Zhang Fan expectantly.
Zhang Fan was about to leave, making them feel as if they had caught a duck in their mouth and were about to fly away.
"This gift is a long story, but his master will probably send someone over soon. I can't risk my life just to give you a gift."
Zhang Fan said with a helpless look, "Everyone, please understand, and we will talk about it later when we have the opportunity..."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the short-haired man with complaining eyes, but no one said any words of complaint because they were also afraid of the short-haired man and the short-haired man's master.
"Okay, that's it for today, I'm leaving first..." Zhang Fan walked directly towards the door.
Although everyone was unwilling to do so, due to emotions and reasons, they should not try to persuade Zhang Fan to stay. They just watched Zhang Fan leave the room. As soon as Zhang Fan walked out of the bar, the man with the back of his head appeared next to Zhang Fan.
"Mr. Zhang, it's me..." said the man with the back of his head.
"Is there a problem?"
Zhang Fan asked.
"I want that big gift."
The man with the back of his head said.
Zhang Fan deliberately looked like he was thinking, and after about two minutes he said: "I will fly back to Central China Province in a while. If you want a big gift, go to Central China Province to find me the day after tomorrow. This is my phone number. Before you go,
Call me."
After saying that, Zhang Fan gave the man with the back the number of the mobile phone card he had obtained in Siya.
"It's done! It's done!"
The man behind his back smiled and nodded.
"Eh?
By the way..." Zhang Fan seemed to suddenly remember something, "Actually, I have already given you a big gift."
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the man behind the back was slightly startled. After thinking for a while, he asked: "You mean those dozen asparagus grasses?"
"There are only a dozen asparagus roots, but there are three hundred roots!"
Zhang Fan said, "Oh, yes, it's just a dozen less than the three hundred. I took back the dozen or so sticks that the person yelled at me."
The man with the back of his head still didn't understand for a while.
"The remaining two hundred or so are in the hands of those people."
Zhang Fan pointed to the bar and continued.
"I understand! I understand!"
The man in the background's eyes lit up, and a hint of cunning appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Let's go...see you the day after tomorrow..." Zhang Fan smiled and patted the man on the shoulder.
"Mr. Zhang, please walk slowly. I'll see you the day after tomorrow..." The man behind his back waved his hands and smiled.
After Zhang Fan stayed away from the bar, he took a taxi and went straight to Room 607 of the Dasong Hotel, which was where Xiao Chong sent him.
"Dong dong...dong dong..."
Zhang Fan gently knocked on the door twice, and the door was opened.
"Mr. Zhang, are you okay?"
Xiao Chong looked Zhang Fan carefully up and down and asked with concern.
"It's okay..." Zhang Fan waved his hand, and then asked, "Where are the people?"
"What's inside..." Xiao Chong replied.
Zhang Fan walked in and saw the woman with shawl-haired hair sitting on the sofa with some restraint. The shoulder area of the blood-stained shirt was slightly damaged, but it was not serious.
Li Sheng's face and body were covered in blood, his meridians were broken in many places, and his breath was extremely weak.
"This beast was about to do violence to the girl. He just tore the girl's blood, and I rushed in. If it had been a little later, I guess..." Xiao Chong explained to Zhang Fan, and then stepped on Li Sheng's body hard.
He kicked him and cursed angrily, "What the hell!"