"Sister Feifei, you have such a bad memory, today is the weekend."
"I'm going out. If you're fine, don't go out." Ling Fei left again.
For a workaholic like Ling Fei, not working for a day would make her whole body feel uncomfortable, and there was nothing Ning Fan could do.
"You guys have fun, I have to go out myself and come back in the evening."
Ning Fan was also going to go out for a walk, but he felt very uncomfortable looking at the beautiful woman.
After leaving the villa area, Ning Fan said calmly: "You have been following me for three days, and you are still following me?"
Hearing this, the men behind him turned around and left. Every time Ning Fan walked, they would change their clothes and continue to follow Ning Fan.
But Ning Fan's memory is not only seven seconds long, he already knew that they were changing people to follow him.
The man was dressed like a worker. He was not surprised after hearing Ning Fan's words, but continued to wait for his car.
Ning Fan was not in a hurry, but wanted to see who wanted to target him.
"The target person is right in front of me and can take action."
"Arrive immediately!"
A black business car stopped in front of Ning Fan, and three men wearing hoods got out.
"What are you doing, kidnapping?" Ning Fan said.
The three of them were stunned, and just when they were about to take action, Ning Fan punched out with lightning speed, knocking each of their noses straight off.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don't learn well every time, okay, I'll go with you."
Ning Fan took the initiative to get into the car, and the three guys were dumbfounded. How come someone else took the initiative to deliver it to his door?
"Walk!"
The commercial vehicle drove slowly to an abandoned factory in the suburbs. After getting out of the car, the three of them looked at Ning Fan in fear.
"Are we here?" Ning Fan jumped out of the car and walked in lazily.
There were three people here, one of them was Lu Wenqing's strong bodyguard, who was smoking. When he saw Ning Fan coming, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"do we know each other?"
Ning Fan casually picked up a pack of cigarettes on the table, lit one for himself, and asked slowly.
The strong man looked at him, and his younger brothers gathered around him.
"Boy, do you know what you are facing now?" the strong man asked, squinting his eyes.
"What else could it be?"
Ning Fan glanced with disdain and then said: "You six? Ask the boss behind you to come out. If you have anything to say, we will talk directly."
"Huh, I'm afraid you don't have the qualifications yet?"
The strong man didn't know where Ning Fan got the confidence to be so fearless, but no matter who he was, he would be so scared that he would pee his pants when faced with a gun, let alone a student.
So he aimed it at Ning Fan's head: "Before you say this, you'd better see clearly what is in my hand?"
Ning Fan took a long puff of cigarette and said calmly: "To be honest, I just want to chat with your boss, but when you take this thing out, the taste will change. Also, I hate other people."
Point a gun at me."
"Then try to see if you are qualified to meet our boss?" the strong man said disdainfully.
"To be honest, the moment you pointed a gun at me, I knew who you were, because everyone who dared to point a gun at me in Jinhai City was already dead."
Ning Fan's eyes flickered, and the cigarette butt in his hand popped out.
He hit the strong man's gun-holding hand, and at the same time, he struck out like lightning and hit the strong man in the face with his elbow.