Yang Cuihua was so frightened that her face turned pale, but she risked her life and shouted angrily: "You beast, you will not die a good death..."
Zhao Dabiao said with a ferocious smile: "As the old saying goes, good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years! Your voice is really nice. I'll let you scream as much as you want later."
Unexpectedly, the boy who was surrounded by a group of his men had a gloomy face and said sinisterly: "If you dare to touch Sister Cuihua, I will make you crippled."
"Damn it, do you want to die?"
The evil spirit appeared on Zhao Dabiao's face, looking more and more ferocious. He stepped forward, pointed the shotgun he was holding at Lu Fan, and roared: "Little boy, kneel down for me, or I will kill you with one shot."
"Ah...you are not allowed to hurt him."
Yang Cuihua screamed uncontrollably and rushed over like crazy. However, she was blocked by two gangsters who held machetes against her. The situation became increasingly critical.
The dark muzzle of the gun was right in front of him, exuding a fierce murderous aura.
Obviously, the vicious Zhao Dabiao can do anything. As long as he pulls the trigger, Lu Fan will either die or be injured, and he will definitely end up miserable.
Even so, there was no trace of fear on Lu Fan's face, and he said in a cold voice: "You asked for it, so don't blame me for being rude."
His body flashed as fast as lightning. Before Zhao Dabiao could react, Lu Fan had already avoided the muzzle of the gun and rushed closer, tapping his finger on the opponent's arm.
In an instant, Zhao Dabiao's acupuncture point was sealed, and his right arm could not move. Then his eyes blurred, and the shotgun was snatched away by Lu Fan.
The guy shouted anxiously: "What are you still doing? Let me chop him..."
A group of men led by the bald man rushed toward Lu Fan while wailing and brandishing machetes and other weapons. They were indeed extremely fierce.
"Bang bang..."
With the sound of two gunshots, the bald man and the moustache who were at the forefront were hit by bullets in the legs and fell in a pool of blood screaming.
The other gangsters were extremely frightened and stopped in a hurry, realizing the seriousness of the matter.
The opponent has a gun in his hand. If anyone continues to step forward, he may be shot and end up miserable.
Wouldn't it be bad luck to be shot in the head?
Life is your own. Even though there are many people, no one dares to make mistakes, just like a still puppet.
Lu Fan slowly moved the muzzle of the gun, creating a full sense of oppression, and shouted sternly, "Kneel down, everyone, and raise your hands above your head. Do you hear me?"
The gangsters looked at each other, a little undecided. If so many people were to kneel down, how could they explain to the boss?
Zhao Dabiao was also dumbfounded. He really couldn't imagine that the shotgun he used to threaten the other party was taken away and he pointed the gun at them. It was really annoying.
In a rage, the guy gritted his teeth and shouted: "Don't be afraid, there are only three bullets left in the gun. Give them all to me and cripple him..."
However, before he finished speaking, Lu Fan quickly turned the muzzle of his gun, pulled the trigger fiercely, and heard another gunshot.
The bullet hit Zhao Dabiao's knee, causing him to scream like a slaughtering pig and fell to the ground, squirming in pain.
"Ah...my legs, I must not let him go..."
Like a professionally trained gunman, Lu Fan pointed his gun at the guys opposite him and said calmly: "Now there are only two bullets left in the gun. Whoever doesn't kneel down will be rewarded."
The gangsters were so frightened that they threw away their weapons and all knelt on the ground, raising their hands high for fear of being shot.
The sound of gunshots and wails alerted nearby villagers. Someone came out of the house, glanced over, realized something was wrong, and hurried back.
After all, the matter is none of their business, and no one wants to cause trouble, lest they suffer brutal retribution in the future.
The crisis was finally over. Yang Cuihua looked at Lu Fan admiringly and felt that he was the hero in her mind. He was so charming.
Lu Fan came to Zhao Dabiao and put the muzzle of his gun on the other man's head. His voice was cold, as if it came from an ice dragon.
"You still dare to come here to settle a score with me and want to bully a woman. You are tired of living. Believe it or not, I will shoot you."
Witnessing Lu Fan's cruelty just now, Zhao Dabiao almost peeed with fright. He was trembling and begging, "If you have something to say, please don't shoot. I will apologize to you. Please spare us."
"If you want to survive, you must settle the account first. Sister Cuihua's husband was killed in your coal mine. As the boss, you have an unshirkable responsibility and must pay one million yuan."
Now that Zhao Dabiao is here, Lu Fan has to stand up for Sister Cuihua and get the compensation.
Zhao Dabiao felt regretful in his heart. He should never have, never should have, he should not have mobilized a large number of troops to come to Taohua Village to try to avenge his men, sleep with the pretty widow again, and end up like this.
He said with a sad face: "I don't have that much money now, please give me some grace. I promise to collect all the money and send it to Cuihua..."
Unexpectedly, as he said this, he was kicked on the hip, which hurt so much that he screamed.
Lu Fan said angrily: "Damn beast, you are also the one who called me Cuihua. You are not allowed to step into Taohua Village again. As for the compensation, I will go to you personally in one month and prepare the money."
"Ming...understood." Zhao Dabiao responded with pain.
Lu Fan cursed, "Then get out of here."
A group of gangsters struggled to get up, supported Zhao Dabiao and his injured companion, hurriedly came outside, and drove away.
Seeing that Sister Cuihua's face was pale and she was obviously very frightened, Lu Fan felt heartbroken and comforted her with a few words.
He first closed the courtyard door, holding a gun in one hand and Yang Cuihua's slender waist in the other, and walked into the house like a cowboy and a beauty.
"You can just drive them away. Why do you care that Zhao Dabiao asked for a huge amount of compensation? The lion's mouth is wide open, a full one million?"
After hearing Sister Cuihua's complaint, Lu Fan said: "Brother Dashan died in the mine. That bastard should compensate you. Just watch, I promise to give you the money back."
After talking to each other, Lu Fan asked Yang Cuihua to rest early and go home to sleep, so as not to attract criticism from the villagers.
He came outside with a gun on his back and used the Golden Eyes of Vision. His eyes flashed with golden light. After a quick glance, he saw the blood stains on the ground.
As Lu Fan came closer, after exercising his skills, his palms shook. The true energy adhered to the blood, gradually seeped into the soil, and disappeared.
After finishing all this, Lu Fan returned home and hid the five-shot shotgun under the bed. He lay on the bed and fell asleep, falling asleep.
The next day, it was around eight o'clock in the morning.
Two police cars drove into Taohua Village and stopped in front of Lao Lu's house.
Five or six police officers came out of the car, as well as Feng Yongsheng, the richest man in the village. They were badly bitten by the dog, and there were marks on their faces. They looked exhausted and looked quite embarrassed.
Lu Fan was feeding cows in the yard when he saw Feng Changsheng leading a group of police officers in. He was a little surprised and felt an ominous omen in his heart.
As expected, Feng Yongsheng came over with his finger and said through gritted teeth: "Director Li, this bastard deceived my family's bezoars. It's really abominable and we must not let him go."