If your legs are disabled, you can at least use a wheelchair; if your life is lost, you will have to sleep in a coffin.
After weighing the options, Liu Yilong still chose to compromise.
"Nine-fingered gun! Let's do it!" Ye Fan ordered coldly.
"Okay! Brother Fan!"
The nine-fingered gun nodded, then walked up to Liu Yilong and said coldly: "Liu Yilong, remember! Don't provoke Brother Fan in the future, otherwise next time it won't be as simple as destroying your hands and feet, but you will be killed."
Damn it!"
After saying that, the Nine-Finger Magic Gun suddenly pulled out his pistol and fired two shots into Liu Yilong's left and right kneecaps.
"Bang bang!"
"Ahh——"
The gunfire covered up the sound of bones exploding, but it couldn't cover up Liu Yilong's hoarse scream.
I saw Liu Yilong screaming at the top of his lungs. Maybe it was too much pain. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and fainted on the spot and fell unconscious.
"Brother Fan! It's done!" Nine-fingered Gunslinger grinned, and then wanted to walk up to Ye Fan to claim credit.
But at this time, Ye Fan warned coldly: "Nine-fingered gun! Don't think that it will be fine if I don't settle the score with you. Next time someone asks you to deal with me, you don't need to talk too much to the other person, just shoot him
Bang him! Do you understand?"
"Little...little knows!"
The Nine-fingered Spear was so frightened that he nodded quickly, and the feeling of wanting to take credit suddenly disappeared.
"It's good to know!" Ye Fan said coldly.
After settling the matter here, Qin Feng respectfully invited and said: "Mr. Ye, let's go have a meal. I've already asked someone to prepare the food and wine!"
"good!"
Ye Fan nodded, then got into Qin Feng's sports car, and the two drove away from the scene.
Not long after, they arrived at the hotel.
Just as they were about to enter the hotel, suddenly, someone on the scene hurriedly shouted, "Master Qin, wait for me!"
Forehead?
Qin Feng was startled, then turned around and found that the person who just spoke was actually Murong Fusheng!
"Mr. Murong, do you have a problem with me?" Qin Feng frowned and asked coldly.
"Young Master Qin, what are your thoughts on the project I told you about last time?" Murong Fusheng asked weakly with a flattering look on his face.
Qin Feng responded calmly: "I'm still thinking about it!"
"Really? How about this? It's better to meet by chance than to invite each other. I will be the host tonight and treat you to a meal. Let's chat while eating, okay?" Murong Fusheng seemed to want to please the other party. After all, if
If he can negotiate a project with the Qin family, he can make a lot of money.
"Don't you see that there is a big boss next to me? I want to accompany him to dinner! Let's talk about your business another day!" Qin Feng said coldly with a serious expression.
Boss?
Murong Fusheng was stunned, and then his eyes couldn't help but shift to Mark.
He saw that Ye Fan was plain and did not look like a rich man, but Qin Feng called him a boss.
Who is this young man? Why is Qin Feng so polite to him?