"Does this matter have anything to do with Third Uncle?" Ding Fan asked directly.
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then Masan's extremely contemptuous sneer came, "A little-known little person, is he worthy of my care? Ding Fan, you have found the wrong person."
"Hehe, I also feel that I have wronged my third uncle." Ding Fan chuckled.
"My opponent can only be a strong one!" Masan's arrogance rushed towards him along with the wireless signal.
"It's necessary! Third uncle is that kind of aloof and arrogant person." Ding Fan started the deception mode. Since he had to deal with Tu Ze, it was best not to let Ma San get involved.
"Um."
"Of course, there is nothing that Third Uncle can do about a truly strong person. For example, my master."
"You brat! Sooner or later you will see clearly the face of Master Shenxuan. From a moral perspective, he is already dead in my heart!"
When he mentioned his master, Ma San still spoke venomously. Ding Fan had to interrupt: "Third uncle, Tu Ze's matter cannot be settled. There must be a result."
"Huh, he's a trash who only causes trouble. The good Wight Hall has been destroyed. It's up to you." Masan coldly hung up the phone.
Tu Ze had already been abandoned by Masan! This was the result he wanted.
After putting down the phone, Ding Fan's wrist holding the phone felt a little sore. It is conceivable that if he hadn't taken the blood-nourishing pill, he wouldn't be able to get up now.
Boom!
Someone knocked on the door, and then Gu Qiang, who was worried about Ding Fan, walked in again.
Just when he saw Ding Fan rubbing his wrist, Gu Qiang was heartbroken and patted his chest and said, "Brother Fan, tell me, who hurt you so badly! Even if I risk my life, I will avenge you!"
Ding Fan was very moved, but still didn't say anything.
You can't admit that you killed Jin Wuwei, the leader of one party, and was injured by his tyrannical body-protecting power.
"I'm fine, I don't need you to risk your life. Besides, if you have a problem, who can avenge your father?" Ding Fan had a profound meaning.
Gu Qiang's whole body trembled, his eyes suddenly turned red, he clenched his fists and asked, "Brother Fan, is there any news?"
Ding Fan nodded, took out a file bag from the drawer, and handed it to Gu Qiang.
"Uncle Gu's research results back then made the Jiuding Group jealous. If they couldn't buy it at a low price, they hired someone to kill him. What happened to Uncle Gu back then was the result of Tu Ze and his men."
"I must kill him with my own hands!"
Gu Qiang's eyes were blazing with fire, and veins protruded from his temples on both sides, reaching up to his neck. This look was a bit scary.
"Tu Ze and his gang are currently hiding in Furong Garden at No. 8 Tonglai Road in the southeastern suburbs." Ding Fan paused and said seriously: "Gu Qiang, you have to think about what to do."
"If you don't take revenge for this, it's hard to get rid of the hatred in your heart!"
Thinking of his father who had been ill for many years, thinking of his mother's endless tears, and thinking of being a top student in the Physics Department of Jingyang who had to work as a security guard for revenge, a layer of mist welled up in Gu Qiang's eyes, and was soon evaporated by the hot flames in his eyes.
Dry.
"Brother Fan, Tu Ze belongs to Masan. Does this matter have anything to do with Masan?" Gu Qiang asked.
"It doesn't matter."
"okay, I get it."
"If you hand this information to the police, you can be arrested, but if you take risks, Furong Garden is a den of wolves and tigers." Ding Fan said with profound meaning.
"Thank you Brother Fan for reminding me, I will think about it carefully."
Gu Qiang bowed deeply and left with heavy but determined steps.
The hatred was deep-seated. This matter was in Gu Qiang's heart. He had endured humiliation and heavy burdens for many years just for this day. Ding Fan did not interfere.
What's more, even if he went deep into the den of tigers and wolves, Ding Fan believed that with Gu Qiang's current skills, it would be easy to defeat Tu Ze. Also, even if Ding Fan wanted to help, his current body would not allow it.
After get off work, Sikong Ye came to see me and asked me to go home for dinner.
It's time to see my sister.
In the seaside community, I took the elevator to the 30th floor. When I opened the door and smelled the smell of fireworks, Ding Fan rubbed his forehead and sighed. My sister's cooking skills are obviously poor, so why did she choose to go to the dark side and have to go to the kitchen?
"Sister, Brother Fan is here!" Sikong Ye shouted at the top of his lungs as soon as he entered the room.
"It's such a big show, I won't come if you don't invite me!"
Ding Wan walked out with a smile, holding a kitchen knife in one hand, with a rosy complexion, clear eyes, and in excellent condition. Today she was wearing a cartoon-shaped dress with puffy sleeves. At a quick glance, she looked like Sikong Ye's peer.
"Sister, you've had a good rest and your skin is very good." Ding Fan gave a thumbs up.
"I also learned two moves from Senior Brother Zhang Ao!" Ding Wan's smile suddenly faded. She pointed forward with one hand and raised the kitchen knife in the other hand, assuming an attacking posture and charging forward, "Watch the move!"
The light of the sword was cold and the steps were flying. Ding Fan was quite surprised. OK, I have really practiced a few decent tricks on the mountain.
"No!"
Sikong Ye shouted when he saw this. Under the circumstances, he only changed into one slipper and ran forward, stretching out his arms to block Ding Fan.
At this time, Ding Wan had already arrived. Sikong Ye quickly held her wrist with both hands and twisted it slightly, causing the kitchen knife to fall to the ground.
Ding Wan was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly, "Zi Zi, Xiaofan is good at martial arts, how could I possibly hurt him? I know you are protecting him, but this time you are exaggerating."
"Sister, you don't know, Xiaofan is injured. Now his condition is worse than that of a sixty-year-old man." Sikong Ye said seriously, blinking his eyes.
Big speaker!
Ding Fan frowned, and before he could stand still, he told Ding Wan without being warned.
Ding Wan couldn't believe it. His younger brother was no longer the frail kid he used to be. "It's not like that. On the mountain, I heard from senior brother Zhang Ao that Xiaofan is very agile and has outstanding martial arts."
"Sister, you don't believe it?"
Sikong Ye put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and Ding Fan was shocked. Before he could escape, he was stabbed in the chest. His face turned pale in pain and he almost squatted on the ground.
"Sister, look, do you believe it?"
The corner of Ding Wan's mouth twitched, this girl is really awesome!
Ding Wan quickly helped Ding Fan up and sat down side by side on the sofa. Ding Wan felt distressed and angry, "Who are you fighting with again? How come you are so big and don't make people worry?"
"There's no fight, it's just something went wrong during practice. It'll be fine in a few days." Ding Fan chuckled.
Sikong Ye curled his lips, that is to say, he was bullying a layman. He was obviously injured, and something went wrong while practicing, but it was actually more serious than that.
Ding Wan was dubious, took out her phone and pulled out a number, "Let me ask how to deal with this situation."
Zhang Ao!
Ding Fan quickly pressed it down and said with a smile: "Sister, it's just a trivial matter. If you tell me, your senior brothers will laugh. Isn't that right, Ye Zi?"
Ding Fan turned around and winked with a stern face. Sikong Ye widened his eyes and said, "Oh, yes, Brother Fan wants to save face and cannot let other senior brothers know."
"How are they different from their own family members, and they still care about face?"
Ding Wan was annoyed and didn't insist anymore. Ding Wan stood up and said happily: "Today, I made a first-class lotus agar for you to try!"
Huh? What's going on?
Senior brother Zhang Ao is versatile and has first-class cooking skills. He has always advocated vegetarian and meat dishes, and this dish is one of his signature dishes.