Unexpectedly, the moment the office door closed, four pale red light spots appeared on Ye Fan's body.
Four foreigners armed with firearms came out of the corner and stared at Ye Fan with sinister expressions.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Lao Yamamoto suddenly turned around and laughed heartily.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Old guy, you really set a trap for me."
"Young man, who do you think our Haiyi Enterprise is? Do you just come here?" Lao Yamamoto crossed his arms and nodded to the white man behind Ye Fan.
"Grant, why are you still standing there? Throw him into the sea!"
However, the big white man was indifferent. He just grabbed the pistol on Ye Fan's waist, took a step back, and aimed the pistol at Ye Fan's back.
From the cubicle of the office, a short middle-aged man slowly walked out.
He was wearing loose pajamas, a pair of glasses on his nose, a book in his hand, and no expression on his face.
"Yamamoto-kun, you are quite smart!" The middle-aged man grinned slightly.
"Teng Zhen, if you react quickly, we won't have a good night's sleep tonight."
Lao Yamamoto walked straight to the sofa and sat down, picked up a bottle of wine from the coffee table, and poured himself a glass.
Teng Zhen didn't take it seriously and came to the single seat of the sofa. Then he nodded to Mark and smiled lightly: "Young man, come and sit."
"good."
Ye Fan was not polite, ignored the gunpoints of the five foreigners, strode to the white bear skin sofa and sat down, crossing his legs.
He looked calm, but in his heart he was thinking hard about a way out.
Yamamoto, an old guy, actually got along with me! I was too proud to underestimate this island countryman!
Yamamoto saw Ye Fan sitting opposite him as if nothing had happened, his white eyebrows tightly knitted together: "Fujima, what do you mean?"
"I have something to ask him." President Fujima chuckled, picked up a box of cigars from the coffee table, and took out one.
The mercenaries behind him immediately stepped forward to give him a shot.
Seeing this, Ye Fan also took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it on his own without any pretense of being a prisoner.
Tengzhen took two puffs of his cigar, looked at Ye Fan with interest, and asked in English: "Young man, why did you enter our offshore factory in the middle of the night?"
"Save people." Ye Fan said concisely and glanced at Yamamoto sideways, "But it's a pity that this old fox deceived me. You islanders are very cunning."
"Am I cunning?" Lao Yamamoto was furious, slapping the coffee table and shouting: "You are so cruel, Tateyama-kun's neck was twisted in a full circle by you!"
"You should say that I am kind." Ye Fan smiled calmly, "Otherwise, I would not have left his whole body."
The words were calm, but the coldness was sharp, making Teng Zhen feel uncomfortable, "Young man..."
Ye Fan interrupted Teng Zhen's words and asked himself: "Tell me, how did you find out that this old guy was held hostage by me."
Teng Zhen was a little unhappy, but he still said patiently: "You are indeed very good at sneaking into the offshore factory without anyone noticing.
It’s a pity that you don’t understand the relationship between our responsible persons.”
"oh?"
"Yamamoto and I have never gotten along. He will never come to me to talk about things in the middle of the night. Even if something happens, this old guy won't knock on the door politely and come in."
Fujima smoked a cigar and said calmly: "If I made a mistake at work, he would hold it in until he returned to the island country to hold a board meeting and embarrass me at the meeting!
If it weren't for the common interests, I would have thrown him into the sea to feed the fishes without you taking action."
As soon as Tengzhen finished speaking, Lao Yamamoto immediately jumped up and said, "Nah, Tengzhen, you dare to throw one away!"
"Yamamoto-kun, don't be angry, I was just making an analogy."
Teng Zhen laughed, then lowered his face and asked Ye Fan: "Young man, you've finished asking your questions, now it's my turn."
"Say." Ye Fan lit the cigarette ashes, picked up a goblet from the coffee table, poured himself a glass of red wine, and drank as if there was no one around.
The smile on Teng Zhen's face grew bigger and bigger, "Interesting, interesting. Young man, let me ask you, who did you save? Why did you save them?"
"A guy named Tateyama kidnapped my sister and her classmates at the beach. I don't need to explain the reason, you know it."
Ye Fan smashed his mouth and said calmly: "As an elder brother, I am here to save my sister. Is there anything wrong with this explanation?"
"Huh?" Fujima raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Lao Yamamoto: "Is this true?"
"...Yes." Lao Yamamoto pondered for two seconds and nodded slightly: "Tateyama is crazy about women, and he brought nine of them back this time."
"Death is not a pity!" Teng Zhen secretly snorted, "Didn't you teach me enough last time? He actually broke our rules again!"
"Fujima, it's not a matter of pursuing Mr. Tateyama now, he's already dead!" Lao Yamamoto shouted and pointed at Ye Fan: "What are you going to do with this kid? He killed someone here, we can't let him come back.
Go to China!"
"Of course I know."
Teng Zhen nodded, smiled and said to Ye Fan: "Young man, I admire people who value friendship. I will give you a chance. Are you willing to join our Haiyi Enterprise and work for us?"
"Working for you?" Ye Fan was a little surprised.
"Yes. If you kill Tateyama, then you can take his place. If you perform well, you can be promoted." Fujima raised a finger and said, "A salary of one million a year."
"Yen or US dollars?" Ye Fan shook the red wine bottle in his hand and asked in a low voice.
"You are from China, so of course you are from China." Fujizhen held a cigar in his mouth and crossed his arms, "I'll give you a minute to think about it."
Ye Fan picked up the red wine bottle and took a sip into his mouth, then grinned and said, "Actually, it won't take more than a minute. With such a good treatment, I have already made up my mind!"
"Very good!" Fuji Shinichi said, "You are a smart young man. Generally smart people will live longer than fools!"
"I am indeed very smart! However, it is impossible for me to agree to your conditions."
As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, he suddenly burst into laughter and hit the coffee table heavily with the wine bottle in his hand.
However, there was not a drop of wine in the bottle. Instead, a red mist rose up like a smoke bomb.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!"
The four strong foreign men behind Fujima made a quick decision, raised their guns and fired at Ye Fan's position.
The muzzle spits out flames, and all the bullets are concentrated in the red mist.
Old Yamamoto was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he rolled and crawled behind Fujima.
Even though those firearms were equipped with silencers, Fujima's eardrums were still severely shaken. He bowed and made way for his bodyguards to do whatever they wanted.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."
A series of bullets hit the white bear leather sofa, crackling and splashing the bear fur inside.
The flower diamonds embedded in the sofa flew wildly and fell to the ground with a clang.
After a burst of fierce shooting, Grant raised his fist high, and everyone stopped. After the smoke dissipated, they cautiously approached the sofa where Ye Fan was sitting.
Who knows, there is no one behind the sofa, and there is no trace of Ye Fan anywhere!
Fujima and Yamamoto quickly moved forward, and all they could see were dense bullet holes, not even a trace of blood.
"Damn it, is this kid a ghost?" Lao Yamamoto exclaimed.
Teng Zhen frowned and shouted to Grant: "What do you do for food? You can't even hit me?"
Grant's face was as cold as ice, "Mr. Fujima, this young man is a master. He must still be in the office. You guys should get out quickly. You can't stay here for long..."
Before he finished speaking, two wails suddenly sounded from behind Fujima.
They quickly turned around and saw two black mercenaries lying in a wave of blood. The young man was holding two pistols and looking at them with a ferocious smile on his face.
"not good!"
Grant and others were horrified. As soon as they raised their guns, a few splashes of blood flashed across their bodies.
"ah……"
The three mercenaries fell to the ground instantly, twitching violently all over their bodies.
Ye Fan grinned, removed the magazine, quickly loaded a new magazine, and strode towards Fujima and Yamamoto.
The two islanders turned pale with fright.
President Fujima no longer had the calmness he had just now, and was replaced by a panic that came from his soul.
"He...when did he...run behind us?" Lao Yamamoto's jaw trembled, and his legs seemed to be paralyzed, involuntarily falling to the ground.
Ye Fan exuded strong blood energy and walked up to President Fujizhen and Lao Yamamoto.
"Now, it's our turn to have a good chat."
"You...what are you going to do!" Fujima's teeth trembled and he took a deep breath.
"Young man, don't think it's any big deal just because you killed a few decorations. There are a few guys downstairs who are top-notch mercenaries that I hired with high salaries from around the world.
If you dare to hurt me, don’t even think about walking out of here!”
"Top mercenary?" Ye Fan grinned, "Is it SSS level or SR? Don't tell me, you can hire SSR!
The individual mercenary salary of those guys can reach one billion. According to the time limit, it will cost at least ten billion a year. It’s not that I look down on you, but can you afford to hire someone with your level?"
Ye Fan's words made Teng Zhen feel like he was facing an abyss.
"You...are you a mercenary too?" He glanced at the bodyguards on the ground and felt a sudden chill in his heart.
These people were once members of the SS-level mercenary team, but in front of this young man, they couldn't even stand a chance.
It can be seen that this young man's strength is at least SSS level, maybe even SR level!
If it's an ordinary master, that's fine, but if the opponent is an SR-level mercenary, provoking him is like stirring up a hornet's nest!
Ye Fan raised his chin and snorted lightly: "Why are you asking so many questions? If you don't want to die, just come with me!"
"Where to go?" Teng Zhen was frightened and quickly shrank back.
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense to him, stepped forward and clasped his and Lao Yamamoto's arms on the left and right, pulled out two thick ropes from behind their waists, and tied them tightly.