Wu Shengliang arranged Yang Fan and Su Meng in the corner by the window, and then stepped aside. This man in his mid-thirties knew very well that Yang Fan and Su Meng needed some separate space at this time.
After all, not every couple can go through the test of life and death.
However, what made Wu Shengliang feel strange was that Yang Fan and Su Meng just drank quietly, and neither of them said a word. However, there were many things in the eyes of the two people that occasionally met each other that outsiders could not understand.
Wu Shengliang and a group of Miao people were sitting at the door, far away from Yang Fan and Su Meng. Most of the group of women were sitting inside the door, and a few stood outside the door, looking at the Shunxin Hotel from a distance.
direction, watching the police handle the case.
However, the police's handling of the case is really not interesting. A cordon has been set up outside Shunxin Hotel, and those members of the White Hand Gang who were injured by Yang Fan and Su Meng were taken away directly with minor injuries, while those with serious injuries were sent to
The hospital. The police are taking pictures everywhere, taking fingerprints and so on. All of this is just a normal police case handling procedure.
Sun Xingwen was already in the Shunxin Hotel at this time. He dialed the phone over and over again, but the number he dialed never got through!
As the call failed again and again, Sun Xingwen frowned unconsciously, and an unpleasant feeling slowly spread in his heart...
The phone number that Sun Xingwen never got through belongs to Yang Fan!
In fact, it was not only Sun Xingwen who failed to get through to Yang Fan, but also another person. This person had already called Yang Fan a long time ago. After failing to get through, he had already rushed towards Tianjing.
Needless to say, this person is naturally Brother Min.
After Brother Min took care of the helpers, the first thing he did was call Yang Fan. Unexpectedly, Yang Fan's call couldn't be reached at all, so Brother Min immediately led his people towards Tianjing.
One motorcycle after another quickly shuttled through the traffic on the road from Yunshan to Tianjing, causing the drivers to look sideways and count the motorcycles...
Time was passing slowly, and the liquor on the table in front of Yang Fan and Su Meng had bottomed out.
Wu Shengliang came over at this time and said: "Brother, the police have left."
"They should have left long ago." Yang Fan smiled noncommittally.
"Go to the hospital to treat the wound first." Su Meng stood up at this time and said.
Hearing what Su Meng said, Wu Shengliang stood up and walked to the door. He said a few words to a Miao man, then took a car key and said, "Drive there."
Su Meng's car was parked outside the Shunxin Hotel, but although the police had left at this time, the cordon was still in place, and there were still a few police officers staying behind. Naturally, it was impossible for Su Meng to drive there at this time.
Yang Fan didn't waste any time, took the key and said, "Thanks, brother, we'll return the car later."
"That's not urgent." Wu Shengliang waved his hand and said.
Su Meng drove Yang Fan to the hospital to treat the wounds. Except for two deep wounds that needed suturing, the rest of the wounds were solved with just a bandage.
By the time Su Meng and Yang Fan returned to the Miao Flavor Museum to return the car, it was almost five o'clock in the morning, and it was almost the darkest hour before dawn.
At this moment, a deafening sound of a motorcycle engine rang out from afar, and soon after, motorcycle racing cars passed by the entrance of the Miao Flavor Museum one after another. Their destination was the Shunxin Hotel.
"Brother Min!" Yang Fan rushed to the door in a few steps, opened the glass door, and shouted loudly.
The motorcycle headed by it stopped when Yang Fan finished speaking. The rider turned his head and looked in the direction of the Miao Flavor Museum. When he saw Yang Fan, the motorcycle turned around and headed in the direction of Yang Fan.
The rest of the motorcycles also made the same move and gathered in the direction of Yang Fan.
The motorcycle stopped in front of Yang Fan. The man on the bike took off his helmet. It was Brother Min!
"The people from the Baishou Gang went to Yunshan to help Shi Wansi and Liu Qianghu." Brother Min said, "However, I have already solved them. I didn't get through when I called you, so I rushed back because I was worried that something would happen."
"Something did happen." Yang Fan smiled softly and said, "Bai Shoubang sent people here, the Shunxin Hotel was smashed, and I almost jumped. If I hadn't forced them back with a Molotov cocktail, Brother Min wouldn't have done it this time.
But you really have to collect the body for me."
As he spoke, Yang Fan pulled Wu Shengliang in front of him.
Brother Min looked at Wu Shengliang, nodded and said, "Brother, we two brothers owe you our lives."
"Come on, why are you two brothers so virtuous? You just opened your mouth and said you owe me your life!" Wu Shengliang said a little unhappy: "I just do what I should do, and I am not happy to see others like this."
Brother Min smiled softly, turned to look in the direction of Shunxin Hotel, and said, "When did the police come?"
"It's not the end yet!" Yang Fan said with a disdainful look on his face: "The police rely on you, even a sow can climb a tree!"
"Yes, you still have to rely on your own fists for everything." Brother Min nodded, but he didn't ask about Yang Fan's injury, because he had already looked at Yang Fan the first moment he saw Yang Fan and knew that Yang Fan's injury was nothing.
Serious problem.
Immediately, Brother Min looked at Wu Shengliang and said, "Brother, can you lend me something?"
"Brother, what do you want to use?" Wu Shengliang asked immediately.
"Give me dozens of your empty wine bottles to play with!" Brother Min said lightly with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.
Hearing Brother Min's words, Wu Shengliang already knew that this brother was going to make Molotov cocktails like him. Yang Fan naturally knew what Brother Min was going to do. When he heard Brother Min's request, Yang Fan's eyes also flashed with ruthlessness.
color.
Wu Shengliang looked at the expressions of the two people, sighed, and waved his hands. Immediately, two waiters came out carrying a sack. This sack was filled with empty wine bottles.
Brother Min turned around and said, "Which brother wants to go to the gas station?"
Naturally, there was nothing else to do when I went to the gas station. The purpose was to get gasoline and put it into empty wine bottles. Immediately, two gangsters agreed and headed towards the gas station with the big buckets given by Wu Shengliang.
go.
In a short time, the raw materials for the Molotov cocktails were ready. These gangsters all started working together. A sack of wine bottles soon turned into Molotov cocktails, a total of a hundred Molotov cocktails!
"Xiaofan, can you still move?" Brother Min smiled heartily and said, "If you can't move, just sit on the back of the motorcycle and Brother Min will carry you!"
"Go, I'm not even 70 or 80 years old." Yang Fan said, sat astride a motorcycle, put on a helmet, turned to look at Su Meng, and said: "Where are you staying here, brother?"
Don’t go, I can guarantee your safety.”
At this moment, a car turned the corner and came towards the Miao Flavor Museum. The car quickly and smoothly stopped in front of everyone. Only then did everyone realize that it turned out to be an old Rolls-Royce!
The back seat window of the Rolls-Royce slowly lowered, revealing the majestic face of an old man. The old man's eyes were directly locked on Su Meng, and he said: "Get in the car and go home!"
Seeing this old man, Su Meng bit her lips tightly, but looked at Yang Fan.
Yang Fan took off his helmet, got off the motorcycle, walked to the Rolls-Royce, looked at the old man sitting in the car, and asked: "Su Meng's grandfather?"
"Yes, you are Yang Fan, right?" This old man is naturally none other than Su Meng's grandfather, Su Chuanshi.
"Yes! I am Yang Fan." Yang Fan nodded, then looked at Su Meng and said, "Grandpa is calling you to go home. Hurry up and go home with grandpa."
How could Su Chuanshi not hear that Yang Fan was trying to get close to him, calling him grandpa in disguise? He immediately snorted coldly and said, "I am her grandpa, not your grandpa!"
"Same, all the same." Although Su Chuanshi had a gloomy face, Yang Fan didn't care at all, and said with a playful smile: "Su Meng is already my woman, and her family is my family. She
His grandfather is my grandfather."
"Boy, stop talking nonsense with me here." Su Chuanshi said coldly: "The incident tonight has been big enough. You can figure out how to end it yourself! Su Meng must go back with me now. I don't want her to be implicated.
If you really care about her, let her come home with me."
"Didn't I just tell her to go home with you?" Yang Fan smiled, turned to look at Su Meng, and said, "Be obedient and go home with grandpa."
"Huh, kid, don't keep trying to get close to me here." Su Chuanshi snorted again and said, "You are a gangster, and you should never want to be recognized by the Su family!"
Originally, Su Meng was indeed a little hesitant. After all, Su Chuanshi had already lowered his face to take her home. However, when he heard Su Chuanshi's words, Su Meng's face instantly turned pale, and the original hesitation was gone.
This moment disappeared, replaced by a look of determination.
"Grandpa, it's fine if you want me to go back. I can take him back to the Su family with me." Su Meng took a deep breath and said slowly.
"You know very well that this is impossible." Su Chuanshi did not expect that Su Meng would make such a request, and his face became more and more gloomy!
"Then I won't go back." Su Meng slowly shook his head.
"What did you say?" Su Chuanshi glared and said, "Have you thought clearly?"
"Time is running out." Brother Min said to Yang Fan calmly.
Yang Fan understood that this was the darkest moment before dawn, which was very suitable for what they wanted to do. Immediately, Yang Fan no longer hesitated, put on his helmet, and sat astride the motorcycle.
Su Meng did not answer Su Chuanshi's words, but told Su Chuanshi with her actions. She took two steps and came to Yang Fan's side, straddling the back seat of the motorcycle, and hugged Yang Fan's waist tightly.
"Action!" Brother Min waved his hand, and everyone sat astride the motorcycle. On the back seat of the motorcycle, there was also a boy from the speedster gang sitting astride him.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The engine of the motorcycle started at the same time. Yang Fan turned around and drove Su Meng to the side of Su Chuanshi's Rolls-Royce. He lifted his helmet and Yang Fan smiled at Su Chuanshi and said: "
Old man, you lost, your Rolls-Royce lost to my broken motorcycle! Hahahaha!"
Amid a burst of laughter, Yang Fan twisted the accelerator, and the motorcycle sped away...