This voice was so familiar to Han Mei'e that it made her tremble with excitement. No matter what the outcome was, the backbone was finally here.
Everyone was puzzled, especially Zhao Meng, who had a fierce look on his face. He turned to look at the door and cursed arrogantly.
"Damn it, what kind of bastard dares to meddle in my business? You don't want to live anymore, do you?"
I heard the man say very arrogantly: "I am your ancestor, if your grandson dares to act recklessly, I will make you crippled."
What followed was a tall figure, wearing a black robe, with long flowing hair, and a handsome face. He looked very cool, like the male protagonist in a period drama.
Upon noticing Lu Fan's arrival, Yan Hui and Fu Weicheng, the two leaders of the Evil Tiger Gang, had a look of fear in their eyes, their bodies trembled, and their hearts were filled with hatred.
Once upon a time, both guys were violently beaten by each other, so much so that Yan Hui suffered a broken bone and Fu Weicheng broke a hand. How could he not be afraid?
Zhao Meng and the gangsters under his command did not know the identity of the visitor, so they were furious with a fierce glint in their eyes.
More than a dozen men suddenly turned around and pointed their machetes at Lu Fan, ready to tear him into pieces.
Zhao Meng's face was full of black lines. In order to find out the identity of the visitor, he resisted not ordering his men to attack, and said angrily: "Who are you? Tell me your name quickly, otherwise you will die without a burial place."
Lu Fan came to the middle of the mourning hall and stood down, and said proudly: "Listen to me, Zhao Heihu is dead, and his wife Han Mei'e has inherited the family property. Who do you think you are, you dare to come here and act wild?"
"Damn it...you are tired of living, I will help you."
In anger, Zhao Meng rushed over like a wild beast and punched Lu Fan in the face. He had practiced boxing, and now he used all his strength to make the wind roar.
"You want to die!"
Amidst the angry scolding, Lu Fan also punched out, and the opponent's fist collided violently, making a loud sound.
Screams were heard, and under the huge impact, five of Zhao Meng's fingers were shattered. His face was twisted in pain, and he staggered back.
The misfortune was far from over. Lu Fan flew up and kicked the man hard on the chest. Three more ribs were broken, causing Zhao Meng to vomit blood and fall down near the crystal coffin.
Seeing the boss being beaten by a strange young man, more than a dozen gangsters were horrified. After all, they all knew how powerful Zhao Meng's fists were, but at this moment they were vulnerable to a blow. That kid was too powerful.
Suddenly I heard Zhao Meng shouting hysterically: "What are you waiting for? Just chop him..."
A group of guys had no choice but to step forward, roaring and emboldening themselves, picking up their machetes and slashing at Lu Fan with all their might.
Not only did Lu Fan show no fear, he jumped up and kicked out his whirlwind legs one after another, hitting the wrists of several guys, causing bone fractures.
Then he fell into the crowd, punched and kicked, and the screams could not be heard.
More than a dozen gangsters were knocked to the ground with broken bones in various parts. Their faces were expressionless in pain and they were struggling in pain.
This time, Zhao Meng came to seize the position of gang leader, and Zhao Meng's men came out in full force. Those who entered the mourning hall were all ruthless desperadoes.
But they failed to have any effect, and they were all knocked to the ground, which was miserable.
People outside heard the sound and rushed in. There were about forty people, like a tide.
These guys were holding steel pipes in their hands. When they saw their boss and his accomplices falling to the ground, and the murderer turned out to be just a young man, they were all frightened and rushed over to them roaring.
"Come on, destroy this kid."
"Everyone beat him hard..."
Han Mei'e was afraid that Lu Fan would be harmed, but since the fight was already starting and there was no way out, she gave stern orders.
"What are you still doing? Help Lu Fan chop down these beasts."
The order made Han Yuan and others react, and they quickly stepped forward, picked up the machetes on the ground, followed behind Lu Fan, and slashed at the enemy with their swords.
The most powerful one was Lu Fan. He rushed into the crowd, punched hard, kicked hard, and flew up and down like a big hammer. He was extremely ferocious.
Wherever the fists and feet touched, the gangsters fell down one after another, with varying degrees of fractures and injuries, and screamed miserably.
Han Yuan and others were refreshed upon seeing this. Without any worries, they picked up their machetes and attacked those guys, which was quite powerful.
At the most critical moment, there was a sudden scream, which caught Lu Fan's attention and he hurriedly turned his head to look.
Zhao Meng was seen holding a pistol, grabbed Han Mei'e, pointed the gun at the woman's head, and cursed through gritted teeth: "Stop now, or I will shoot this bitch..."
Lu Fan and others were horrified and hurriedly stopped their counterattack and stood in front, not daring to continue the fight, for fear that Han Mei'e would be caught off guard and regret it.
The two hall leaders of the Evil Tiger Gang had joyful looks in their eyes, thinking to themselves that Zhao Meng was indeed a ruthless man, and he came here with a gun, and it really came in handy.
Han Mei'e was so frightened that her face turned pale, her whole body was trembling, and she said in a trembling voice: "This guy is a madman... Lu Fan, hurry up and save me."
Lu Fan glanced over with a gloomy gaze, feeling secretly frightened in his heart, and said grimly: "If you don't put down the gun yet, if you dare to touch her hair, I will never finish with you."
"Fuck you..." Zhao Meng did not accept this trick at all and roared: "Hurry up and raise your hands, otherwise, I will kill her immediately."
"Don't..." Lu Fan looked a little flustered, quickly raised his hands above his head, and said in consultation: "If you have something to say, don't shoot."
"Stop talking, I will destroy you first!"
Seeing that Lu Fan had been fooled, Zhao Meng turned the gun, pointed it towards him, and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
The terrifying sound of gunshots echoed in the mourning hall, leaving people speechless.
Just when everyone thought Lu Fan was definitely dead, he was already prepared and had already calculated that the gunman would do this, and his body suddenly leaned back.
When the Zhaojingjing Iron Plate Bridge comes, it can be clearly seen, and the warhead passes over the tip of the nose, which is extremely dangerous.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Lu Fan flicked his finger, and a steel needle shot out, hitting Zhao Meng's gun-holding wrist and touching the bones, causing him to howl.
Naturally, I couldn't hold the pistol and fell to the ground.
Lu Fan just didn't do anything at all. When he stood up, two more steel needles popped out, flashing with cold light, and they were inserted into the acupuncture points near Zhao Meng's knees.
In full view of everyone, Zhao Meng could no longer hold on and knelt on the ground screaming.
Lu Fan stepped forward quickly, first kicked up the pistol, held it in his hand, pressed it against Zhao Meng's forehead, and asked coldly.
"Do you still dare to be arrogant? You want to inherit all of Zhao Heihu's property, and you also want to occupy Sister Han's body. Have you lived enough?"
Zhao Meng was frightened, fearing that if the other party really fired, he would die. He hurriedly said: "Brother, don't shoot. As long as you let me go, you can do whatever you want."