"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!! Brother Fan, everything is a misunderstanding. I was also tricked by that bastard Long Tianzhi... By the way!! This is the 10 million he gave me, little one
I'm going to use it to honor you, so please accept it with a smile!" The Nine Finger Killer God was so frightened that he quickly took out a check worth ten million and presented it with both hands.
"Is it just 10 million?" Ye Fan said quite profoundly.
Forehead?
The Nine-Finger Killing God was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized, "Well... that! Of course not, I... I have my junior brother's thirty million here! Originally, I wanted to help
He kept it, but after thinking about it, if I kept it for him, I might as well use it to show filial piety to Brother Fan!!"
After saying that, the Nine-fingered Killer God presented his junior brother's 30 million check with both hands, begging to save the dog's life.
"Zhao Lang!! Originally I wanted to take your life, but seeing that you are so polite and affectionate, forget it! I will spare your life today!" Ye Fan accepted the check unceremoniously and said to himself
Very understanding and righteous.
"Thank you...Thank you Brother Fan for not killing me! Thank you!"
The Nine-fingered Death God was as excited as if he had received an amnesty, and kept kowtowing in thanks.
But before he was happy for long, Ye Fan suddenly said, "But..."
As a result, this "but" frightened him so much that his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
"Brother Fan, but...but what?" the Nine-Finger Killing God asked nervously.
"But, you have to help me lure Long Tianzhi out!!" Ye Fan ordered coldly.
Now that Long Tianzhi has stepped on the door, if he doesn't teach him a lesson, he really thinks that he is easy to bully.
"Brother Fan!! This is necessary!! That bastard cheated on me, even if you don't settle the score with him, I will settle the score with him!" The Nine-Finger Killing God quickly expressed his stance.
If I hadn't brought some money with me today, I might have lost my life, and the culprit of all this was Long Tianzhi.
So, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Long Tianzhi's number.
"Dudududu!"
After the phone rang a few times, someone answered.
At this time, Long Tianzhi's expectant voice came from the other end of the phone, "Mr. Zhao!! How is the situation going? Is Ye Fan dead?"
"Young Master Long!! He has been subdued by me. Come to the dock right now!" The Nine-Finger Killing God regained his previous coldness and deliberately led Long Tianzhi out.
"Really? Great!! I'll be there soon!" Long Tianzhi was so excited that he didn't realize that this was a trap.
Then, he hung up the phone and hurriedly drove to the dock alone.
Not long after, a Ferrari sports car arrived at the scene quickly.
"squeak--"
There was a sudden braking sound, and dust billowed up from the scene. After a moment, a man covered in famous brands got out of the car.
This person is none other than Long Tianzhi!!
After he got out of the car, he looked around for the first time, but now there was no one except the Nine-Finger Killer God.
So, he asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Mr. Zhao!! Where is that bastard Ye Fan?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Nine-Finger Killing God kicked him over without any warning, knocking Long Tianzhi over on the spot.
"ah--"
Long Tianzhi let out a sharp scream, flew backward several meters, and fell heavily to the ground.
He was grinning in pain, and asked in agony: "Zhao...Mr. Zhao! Why did you hit me?"
"Why? Because you are rude to Brother Fan! Are you looking for death?" the Nine Finger Killer God cursed angrily.