It was late at night, and a man and two women were talking and laughing in the room, teasing each other from time to time.
In particular, Yang Cuihua and Bai Xiaohui have extremely outstanding looks and figures. They wear newly purchased cheongsams and outline almost perfect curves.
Even though he was sitting on the kang, he was not rustic at all and looked particularly elegant.
One was mature and charming, and the other was beautiful and colorful. The slit in the cheongsam exposed her snow-white thighs, which made Lu Fan feel that his eyes were not enough.
Noticing the look in his eyes, Bai Xiaohui deliberately curled her lips and said: "What are you looking at? Are you coveting the beauty of our sisters, you big hooligan."
Lu Fan burst into laughter, "Am I not a great warlord? You are my two concubines. What's the matter? Is it illegal for me to look at my own wife?"
These words made the two beauties blush with embarrassment and looked at each other, feeling very embarrassed.
Yang Cuihua said awkwardly: "Don't talk nonsense, I am your sister-in-law..."
In comparison, Bai Xiaohui was more relaxed and said with a giggle: "It's not as delicious as dumplings, and it's not as fun as my sister-in-law. I guess this guy has been salivating over you for a long time."
Lu Fan subconsciously glanced at the diamond-shaped gap under Sister Cuihua's collar. It was really coming out, which made him feel a little proud.
I've eaten it a long time ago, okay? It tastes wonderful!
Yang Cuihua blushed so hard that she almost bled. She quickly changed the subject and asked Lu Fan to put on the old-fashioned military uniform and cooperate with them.
Bai Xiaohui became even more interested, took out the suit of clothes and long leather boots, and kept urging.
"Hurry up and put it on, don't waste time."
Lu Fan was helpless and had no choice but to obediently do as he was told and put on his big cap. In an instant, a tall and handsome young general appeared in front of the two girls. He was so handsome.
"Oh my God, Commander Lu, you are so cool!" Bai Xiaohui exclaimed.
"It is indeed very stylish, much better than those actors." Yang Cuihua was also full of praise.
Lu Fan simply transformed into a warlord, stretched out his arms to hold the slender waists of the two beauties, hugged them on both sides, and laughed.
"It's getting late, two concubines, let's sleep together as soon as possible. If you serve me well, you will be rewarded..."
The two girls were so angry that they stretched out their slender hands and pinched him wildly. Bai Xiaohui said bitterly: "You are so beautiful, you are not afraid of being tired, no matter what."
Yang Cuihua said calmly: "Isn't it true? I just want to do good things."
While they were having fun, there was a sudden banging sound outside, followed immediately by the sound of breaking glass and the roars of Dahei and Dahuang.
Then came the arrogant yelling, "You idiot, get out of here and see how Dao Master deals with you."
"Use torches to drive away these two wild dogs, don't let them come..."
Lu Fan's expression changed drastically, he rushed out like a gust of wind, flew up, and jumped into the yard of his house.
In the night, several young people appeared in the courtyard, their hair dyed in various colors, which looked particularly eye-catching under the firelight.
Two of the guys were swinging torches around, resisting Dahei and Dahuang's attacks.
Two other people were holding bats and smashed the windows of Lu Fan's house in an almost crazy manner, which was extremely arrogant.
As for the green-haired young man, he turned out to be a ruffian who had a conflict with Lu Fan, nicknamed Daozi.
Previously, Lu Fan used a silver needle to prick an acupuncture point on his knee, causing him to lose consciousness in his leg. He fell down and made a fool of himself in public.
After returning to town, I underwent treatment at a traditional Chinese medicine clinic and the silver needles were removed, and I finally returned to normal.
This guy had a grudge that he had always held grudges about. In addition, he was bewitched by Feng Shaowei, so he led several of his men and drove over in a broken van, preparing to exact revenge.
He saw that Dahei and Dahuang were afraid of the torch and could not function. Instead, their hair was burned by the flames, giving off a burning smell.
Lu Fan whistled to signal the two dogs to stop attacking. After hearing the command, Dahei and Dahuang quickly retreated and squatted down at the base of the wall, still watching eagerly.
Seeing Lu Fan appear, several ruffians looked ferocious, and someone shouted loudly: "Brother Dao, the little beast is back."
"What the hell is this bastard wearing? He's going to go on stage to sing a big show. He's so embarrassed..."
At this moment, Lu Fan's outfit seemed to have traveled through time, or seemed to be acting, and it was incompatible with the surrounding environment.
On the other side of the wall, the graceful figures of two beauties appeared, looking particularly charming in the night.
Seeing the scene in front of them, they all scolded with great indignation, "Are you sick for smashing people's windows in the middle of the night?"
"Damn, that's so outrageous."
Lu Fan also glared angrily and asked sternly at the ruffians, "What do you want to do?"
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet!
Dao Zai gritted his teeth and cursed: "You bastard, you still dare to plot against me. See how I deal with you. I'll burn your house down first."
He held a bottle filled with gasoline in his hand, with a cotton ball stuffed at the top, and lit it with a lighter. The flames burst out, reflecting his ugly and ferocious face, which looked very scary.
He raised the gasoline bottle and was about to throw it into the window. He really wanted to burn the house down to vent his anger, regardless of the consequences.
Between the electric light and flint, a bit of cold light shot out.
The steel needle that popped out for Lu Fan was different from the silver needle last time and was more lethal.
The steel needle hit the knife boy's wrist and even penetrated into the bone, which shows how strong the force must be.
"Ouch!"
A pitiful cry came out, Daozai's whole body was shaking in pain, and his face turned pale.
Unable to hold it in his hand, the bottle fell to the ground and the gasoline burned, setting his shoes on fire.
The guy stepped back in panic, and his pants burned, causing him to fall to the ground, wailing in pain.
"Hurry up and save me...it hurts me so much."
The other gangsters were horrified and rushed to Knife Zai to help put out the flames.
Two of the guys were carrying bats, and they had obviously just smashed the glass. Their bad behavior was really abominable.
Of course Lu Fan would not let it go. He flicked his fingers twice, and two more steel needles flew out and pierced the leg bones of the two ruffians respectively.
There were screams again, and the two gangsters fell to the ground, shaking in pain.
There were two guys holding torches. They found out that their companions had been assassinated for no apparent reason. They were so angry that they threw the torches out and landed in the room through the window.
In the adjacent courtyard, Yang Cuihua and Bai Xiaohui screamed, "Ah... it's on fire."
"Lu Fan, please don't go there, it's too dangerous..."
The bedding on the bed suddenly caught fire, burning fiercely. It looked very scary.
Lu Fan's expression changed drastically, and he did not listen to the two women's dissuasion. He quickly flashed and entered the room.
The inside was filled with choking smoke. Fortunately, Lu Fan had a special constitution and was immune to the smoke. Anyone else would have been confused by the smoke.
He waved his hands, and the spiritual energy spread out and enveloped the flames, making the inside appear isolated. Without any gas, it quickly extinguished.
The house was in a mess, which made him very angry. He quickly got under the bed and dug out a bag containing 600,000 in cash and a five-ring shotgun.
These are important items hidden in your home and cannot be burned.
Lu Fan had a murderous look on his face, carrying a bag in one hand and a gun in the other, and walked out of the room like a sinister figure.
After rolling back and forth, the fire on Daozi's legs was finally extinguished. He was burning horribly and wailing in pain.
Not far away, two gangsters whose legs were hit by steel needles were struggling to get up.
As for the two guys who just threw the torch, they took out a five-foot-long machete from the van and rushed over frantically, trying to chop him down.