The first thousand two hundred and seventy-two chapters dare not bet
After the middle-aged man turned around and left, Tang Huanxi's eyes suddenly fell on Lu Fan, and his voice was cold: "Lu Fan, what do you want to do?"
"Don't you want to know why there are so many foreigners in Nandu recently?"
"When they come, you will understand."
Before he finished speaking, the box door was pushed open again, and the middle-aged man left and came back.
This time, he is no longer alone.
Behind him, there were more than a dozen strong black bodyguards in black. The one walking at the front was none other than the blond and blue-eyed foreigner whom I had seen at the door before, Relford.
Seeing so many people suddenly coming in, Tang Huanxi's pretty face changed and she subconsciously took a step back.
Just this step made her body feel warm.
She suddenly turned around, only to see Lu Fan standing behind him without knowing it. He put his palm gently on her shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Then, he looked at Relford, who was standing in front of the door with a sneer on his face, and said with a faint smile: "I'm really curious, where did you get such courage to bring people here."
Relford took a step forward and looked at Lu Fan meaningfully: "I know who you are and what methods you have, but since I dare to come today, no one can stop me from taking the woman around you away...
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Before he finished speaking, he saw the black bodyguards standing next to him, all taking out black grenades from their arms... "Bang, bang, bang!" He immediately pulled off the pull tab and clenched the buckle tightly with his palms.
It could explode at any time!
"Eleven handle grenades are not many. If they were all detonated, it would just be enough to turn this club into a pile of rubble."
"Of course, you and I, including the woman around you, will all die by then."
"So, do you want to try to see which one is faster, your speed, or the one that explodes faster with these grenades?"
Ralph took a puff of his cigar confidently. He was convinced that Lu Fan did not dare to die with him, especially in this private room with the presence of Tang Huanxi.
The atmosphere in the private room was frozen for a moment.
The Dragon Temple has never taken the warriors of China seriously, just because lying on their hands is what is known as the most ferocious firepower in the world!
What about the warrior? Can he withstand a bullet through his head?
What about the Grand Master? In front of the Barrett sniper rifle, he has no choice but to turn around and run away without even daring to raise his head!
These eleven handle grenades are enough to blow up the entire wealthy family's night banquet into rubble in an instant!
He expected that Lu Fan would not dare to bet with him unless he did not take the life of the woman standing next to her seriously.
"How about it? Whatever means you have now, you can use them quickly, otherwise we will take you to Master Hailong soon. In the words of you Chinese people, you will make the sky unresponsive and the earth and the earth will not work...
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He also said meaningfully: "But if you ask Mr. Tang to call you, I will still be happy to serve you personally, hahahahaha!"
Tang Huanxi's pretty face turned pale. She never thought that she and Lu Fan would end up in such a desperate situation after just a simple date.
The dozen or so grenades held in the hands of the bodyguards made her freeze on the spot, her mind going blank.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Lu Fan rubbed Tang Huanxi's shoulders, gave her a calming look, and glanced across her face again: "The eleven handle grenades are indeed bluffing, but they are just bluffing..."
"puff!"
In the shocked eyes of a black man, the palms he raised in front of his eyes were suddenly cut off along the wrist, and then slipped...
Still holding the grenade tightly in his palm, he fell directly to the ground.
Before he could react, he saw more and more hands, gradually moving away from his wrist, and then holding the grenade, it fell to the ground.
Because the fingers were clenched tightly, these palms fell to the ground and did not detonate the grenade immediately.
In the blink of an eye, a dozen big black men holding grenades lost their right arms in an instant. They stood there stunned, even forgetting the pain from their wrists.
A dark shadow appeared behind these people at some unknown time. It was covered in a long black gauze dress, like a midnight ghost. It faintly raised its hand and made a motion of slitting its throat.