With a muffled sound, the young man surnamed Zhang fell heavily to the ground. His ears were burning and his head was in severe pain.
The thugs in the audience were shocked and angry, but they couldn't fight on the stage and could only watch Ye Fan being arrogant.
Ye Fan waved the iron rod and saw more and more thugs swarming over. The number of thugs might have exceeded a hundred.
"Fuck, come down!"
"It's planted!"
"I'll kill you!"
Everyone held weapons and knocked on the corners of the stage, trying to climb up. If something went wrong, they would jump back immediately.
Ye Fan was exhausted from running for his life. Although he defeated a dozen gangsters, he also consumed a lot of energy.
At this time, a group of thugs in suits poured out from the second floor.
These people are of a higher level than the thugs on the first floor, and the difference can be seen in their clothing.
Suddenly, the center of the dance floor became crowded, and there were many swords and sticks under the stage, emitting a cold light that penetrated people.
Ye Fan glanced at a black shadow jumping out from the other end of the band stage, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
He opened his clothes and found a wrapped detonator inside.
"..."
The audience suddenly became quiet, and the thugs quickly retreated one by one.
The remaining onlookers were stunned when they saw Ye Fan tied with a detonator, and the scene soon became chaotic again.
They no longer dared to join in the fun and fled out the door.
Ye Fan frowned slightly, pulled out a detonator, and flicked the lighter. The flickering light was like an enchanting beauty's waist, gently swaying.
"Didn't you shout loudly just now? Keep going!"
He put the lighter next to the detonator fuse and jumped off the stage.
The five-meter radius was instantly empty, and those thugs knew the power of the detonator.
This thing can kill even sharks. If it falls on them, they will be lucky if they lose arms and legs!
Several middle-aged people on the bandstand were shocked and angry, shouting loudly: "You bastard, what are you going to do!"
"What are you doing?" Ye Fan smiled coldly and turned the lighter around a string of detonators around his waist. "If you don't plan to let me go, the worst is possible!"
"Okay, okay, okay, kid, you are so cruel, we accept this debt!" The middle-aged bald man gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Let this madman go!"
"Who do you think you are? You stay when you say you want to, and leave when you say you want to?" Ye Fan didn't buy his account and walked to the music stage alone.
The music stage is on a hollow iron frame on the second floor, and there is only a spiral staircase to go up to it.
When the middle-aged people saw Ye Fan walking up, they turned pale with fright.
"You... don't come here! I'm warning you, you will be legally responsible if you bring this type of explosive of mass destruction into a public place for the first time!"
The middle-aged bald man was dripping with cold sweat and yelled at the other boys: "You... stop him quickly!"
However, those thugs did not dare to approach Ye Fan at all.
That whole ring of detonators is enough to blow up a fishing boat. Wouldn't they be seeking death if they went aboard?
Ye Fan had an unimpeded journey and quickly reached the music stage.
Several middle-aged people had their only way out blocked by him, and they were frightened and angry, and even more frightened.
"You will still talk to me about the law?" Ye Fan laughed, took out his mobile phone, and said coldly: "Otherwise, I will call the police for you now?"
The relationship between the Dongyang County Police Department and the Qing Gang is not good. On the one hand, it is because the Qing Gang is domineering here and causing complaints among the people.
On the other hand, it is because they are a group of foreigners and have seriously violated the interests of local forces.
Although Binhai and the leaders of Dongyang County have said hello, the police station will not take the initiative to trouble the Melan Nightclub, but it does not mean that they can leave the Melanite Nightclub alone.
Today's incident was so big that those customers may have called the police.
However, ordinary fighting police departments turn a blind eye and don't pay too much attention to it. They can deal with it with a little accommodating.
However, if the police station were to know that a fight broke out with hundreds of people at the Mulan Nightclub, and a large amount of anti-personnel explosives were involved, then the police station would definitely be involved in the investigation.
At that point, it won't be something that can be settled in just one or two sentences.
This kind of consequence is not something that these little stewards can bear!
"Brother, you...you'd better not be impulsive. We have something to talk about."
The middle-aged bald man suddenly became weak and said flatteringly: "Look, we didn't do anything to you. Why don't we all make friends and just pretend that what happened today didn't happen, okay?"
"What if I don't agree?" Ye Fan waved his hand disdainfully.
The middle-aged man on the side gritted his teeth and threatened: "Boy, don't think you can pull a few pipes, I don't believe you dare to throw them away..."
"Tsk!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan immediately lit the fuse of the detonator in his hand, and then threw it into the crowd.
The thugs in the audience were stunned, screamed in fright, and ran away like crazy. The surrounding area of more than ten meters was instantly deserted.
The specially made detonator had a very short fuse and exploded with a "rumbling" within two seconds of landing.
The huge noise shook the entire bar on the first floor, shaking several chandeliers nearby, and making people's eardrums roar.
The middle-aged men were extremely horrified, and two of them had quick reactions and wanted to rush up and subdue Ye Fan.
But before they could take more than two steps, Ye Fan turned around and another detonator appeared in his hand, and the lighter's flame swung back and forth on the edge of the fuse.
"Why, you also want to have a taste of the detonator?"
The two middle-aged men looked horrified and quickly shrank into a corner, "Madman, madman! Damn, this is a madman!"
The middle-aged bald man was heartbroken when he saw Ye Fan really dared to blow up people with a detonator.
At this time, many guests' heads poked out from the windows of the second-floor private rooms.
"What happened just now?"
"I was scared to death. I thought there was an earthquake!"
"Hey, why are there so few people on the first floor?"
"Holy crap, look at the DJ booth, is that kid holding a detonator?"
"Emma, what's going on..."
"He, he has explosives tied to his waist!"
"Mom..."
There was a panic on the second floor, and everyone fled out of the box.
The guests at the other end of the aisle didn't know what was going on. When they opened the door, they saw many people running downstairs and asked questions quickly.
"Run quickly, someone is coming in with explosives!"
"What?!"
"If you don't run away, you will die..."
The second floor was in chaos as the news spread from one to ten.
The middle-aged men looked at the guests who fled in panic, their eyes turned red.
Originally they thought it was just an ordinary provocation and trouble, but they didn't expect that the situation was completely out of control.
Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders and looked at the middle-aged people with a strange smile.
"You...what do you want to do!" the middle-aged bald man asked in a deep voice, his chest rising and falling violently.
"It's not that good. Please apologize to me." Ye Fan laughed.
"Just...just an apology?" The middle-aged bald man's eyes bulged, and he didn't believe his ears.
He thought Ye Fan made such a big noise just to blackmail them into a competition!
"Nonsense, I am being reasonable." Ye Fan nodded and smiled calmly.
"Nima!"
All the middle-aged people were so angry that they were trembling with anger, but looking at the detonator in Ye Fan's hand, they couldn't help but feel dry.
"Friend, I'm sorry for..."
"Very good, remember not to bully others next time. I have a lot of people this time, so I'll let you go."
After Ye Fan finished speaking, he jumped down the stairs, put away the detonator, and disappeared into the panicked crowd.
"Damn it, damn it!"
The middle-aged bald man was furious. He pointed at the thugs in the audience and shouted angrily: "A bunch of losers can't even handle a lunatic!"
More than a hundred thugs in the audience rolled their eyes.
Boss, you call me crazy, we are just ordinary people!
"What are you still looking at? Hurry up and maintain order. Don't make any more trouble!"
The middle-aged bald man shouted angrily and walked off the band stage with the others.
Just as he turned down the stairs, a large, unzipped black backpack caught his eye.
When the middle-aged bald man saw clearly what was inside, his vision suddenly went dark, his legs became weak, and he slumped down on the stairs.
A large black backpack was surrounded by dense steel wires, filled with dark detonators. A timer was hung on those steel wires, and the five-minute countdown entered the countdown stage.
"Four minutes and forty-six seconds, four minutes and forty-five seconds..."
Those steel wires connected to the stairwell almost blocked the stairway exit.
The four middle-aged men gasped, "Explode... dynamite!"
"Don't move!" The middle-aged bald man suddenly remembered that Ye Fan jumped down the stairs, and his heart suddenly felt cold.
He pointed at the steel wires wrapped around the corner of the stairs and shouted loudly: "Those are live wires, connected to the explosives in the bag. We must not move them, otherwise we will all die!"
"What should I do...what should I do?"
"If you jump down, what else can you do?"
The bandstand was in a hollow position, two stories high, and the stairs were lowered by at most half a story. Their location was still a full five or six meters away from the ground.
Ye Fan is a practicing practitioner, so jumping six or seven meters is just for fun, so there is no pressure.
But these middle-aged people are all so fat that it would be difficult to climb a building, let alone jump.
At this time, a strong man in a suit ran down from the second floor, followed by dozens of men in black.
"Why is there such a mess down there, Lao Zhu, how do you see the situation... Damn it, what are you guys doing up there? Come down and explain it to me!"
The strong man pushed through the surging crowd and shouted angrily.
The middle-aged bald man stood on the music stage and shouted quickly: "Weige, you must not come over, there is a big bag of explosives here..."
"Explosives? Damn, how come there are explosives in our place!"
The strong man was startled at first, and then decisively summoned his younger brothers to evacuate the panicked guests.
The middle-aged bald man turned pale with fright. He wanted to jump off the music several times, but could not muster the courage.
"Brother Wei, go find us a ladder quickly, there are only three minutes left..."
The four middle-aged men were about to cry but had no tears, so they collapsed on the stage and cried out for help.
The strong man snorted, gritted his teeth and bowed to a white-haired old man behind him: "Mr. Lu, although these birdmen are useless, they have worked hard for our Qinggang these years. Please show mercy and help.
"
This white-haired old man has his hands behind his back. He has a rosy complexion and a childish face with white hair and broad shoulders. He is wearing a black cotton and linen suit and has a sense of immortality.