Leng Tie stared blankly as Mo Fan put the chip into his pocket. He reacted after a moment and said angrily:
"Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"Stop!" Mo Fan reached forward and stopped Leng Tie who was about to get angry.
"I never joke when it comes to money-related commissions. This is my professional ethics. So the person who shot the video is really me."
"You said it's you, it's you?" Leng Tie grabbed Mo Fan's neck and tried to subdue him to retrieve the savings chip.
Mo Fan easily dodged the attack, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and said:
"If you don't believe it, I have a video to prove it. There are other clips in it that Brother Qingliang has not released."
As he spoke, he clicked on one of the videos and moved closer to play it for Leng Tie.
After watching for more than ten seconds, Leng Tie's face became even more angry and he punched Mo Fan.
Mo Fan had just played a liar on him before. For the sake of his little brother, he just fixed him up and got back the savings chip.
Now he suddenly became the enemy of the Three-Eyed Gang. The people above especially emphasized that he should be caught, so he had to take action to kill him.
Mo Fan was like a boxer with full dodge points, dodging Leng Tie's combo punch. He put his phone away and asked, "Do you believe it?"
Leng Tie was upset when Mo Fan avoided him. He clenched his fist and punched his chest twice, shouting:
"Don't just run away like a fly, fight me like a man!"
The next moment, Mo Fan, who was two meters away from Leng Tie, suddenly came up to him and punched Leng Tie on the metal-covered chest.
Mo Fan controlled his strength within the range of ordinary humans, and only used 70% of his strength without activating his spiritual power.
With one punch, he felt that the place where he hit was extremely flexible. The metal skin on Leng Tie's body quickly dispersed the impact of his punch throughout his body.
Judging from the tactile feedback from the fist, this punch did not hurt Leng Tie.
He looked at Leng Tie in surprise. He was not surprised at Leng Tie's ability to withstand blows, but was surprised that the metal skin on Leng Tie's body was similar to the ability he had developed during the skin refining period.
No wonder Afro said that Leng Tie was the most capable fighter he had ever seen. With his skin, not to mention bare hands, blunt knives and even small-caliber bullets could not break Leng Tie's defense.
His punch failed to injure Leng Tie, but he knocked Leng Tie back three steps and knocked down two younger brothers who wanted to step forward to help.
After standing firm, Leng Tie patted his chest like dust, and said disdainfully: "Try harder, haven't you eaten?"
Mo Fan stepped closer again and thrust out an elbow, hitting the same spot on Leng Tie's chest.
Leng Tie's metal skin is indeed difficult to deal with, but it's a pity that he encountered the ability that restrained him the most.
This time Mo Fan took action, the strength remained the same, but he used two stacks of strength.
The two forces superimposed together, so that the metal skin had no time to disperse, and the force penetrated through the skin into the cold iron body.
A muffled sound like a drum, accompanied by the sound of broken bones, exploded in Leng Tie's chest.
Leng Tie lowered his head in disbelief, opened his mouth, and blood foam spurted out from his mouth, and he fell to the ground as if his strength had been drained.
Mo Fan shook his head and said to Afro and the bar manager:
"You all heard it. It was him who asked me to use force. This is the first time I have heard of such a mean request."
The office suddenly fell into a dead silence, leaving only the cold iron that fell on the ground, breathing harder and weaker.
"Boss!"
Afro yelled and was about to step forward to check Leng Tie's injury. Before he could reach Leng Tie, he felt his body light up and flew up.
When he came back to his senses, he had already hit several younger brothers behind him, causing them to fall into a ball.
Mo Fan took back the hand that knocked the afro away, "I'm so anxious to go down and accompany your boss. You've been hanging around for so many years, and you don't even know what to do now?"
The afro asked blankly: "What should I do now?"
Mo Fan sighed and said: "Flee back to the gang and report the news."
"Can you let me go?"
"roll."
"oh."
Afro took several of his younger brothers and ran out of the office crawling on the floor.
This time it was the bar manager's turn to panic. He picked up the walkie-talkie and wanted to notify his subordinates to stop the person, but before the call was connected, Mo Fan snatched the walkie-talkie away and smashed it on the table.
The bar manager was going crazy, "What are you doing? Do you know how much trouble it will cause if you let them go back to report? Those are the Three-Eyed Gang! Not only you, our store will also be in trouble!"
Mo Fan clapped his hands, cleaned up the fragments of the walkie-talkie in his hands, and said slowly:
"Do you know why nine out of ten mercenaries are willing to do a big deal that may lead to death, and the other one has to follow if he pays money?"
"Why?"
Mo Fan: "Because in the mercenary business, you have to risk your life to become famous. Once you are famous, commissions will come to you continuously, which means you have money and status."
"I don't let them spread the news or let others know that the big thing that turned West City upside down was me, Mo Fan. Then wouldn't my work have been in vain?"
The bar manager looked at the afro and others who had left the door and made a final struggle:
"But if you offend the Three Eyes Gang, then you are not becoming famous, but you are committing suicide!"
Mo Fan snorted, "If they could kill me, they would have done it a long time ago. Compared with what I did before, those two videos exposing the starry sky are as friendly as saying good morning to the Three Eyes Gang."
The bar manager was completely helpless and slumped in his seat.
Mo Fan moved the chair that Afro had pulled aside before, sat down opposite the bar manager, and said:
"I can show you the way and help you divert the anger of the Three Eyes Gang a little."
The bar manager sat up and asked, "What?"
"Before the Three Eyes Gang, you spread the word about what happened here today, including how I defrauded them of 500,000 federal coins, killed Leng Tie, and admitted that the video was all done by me."
The bar manager's eyes lit up, but he didn't dare to make a decision like that. He looked at Mo Fan carefully and asked, "You really don't mind?"
"I said, what I want is to be famous, the kind of fame known to all West City."
"Okay, since it's your request, I will definitely find a way to help you get it done."
Mo Fan: "You can arrange those things yourself. What we want to talk about now should be another topic."
The bar manager frowned and thought for a moment. When he saw the cold iron lying on the ground, he suddenly realized:
"You mean get rid of him?"
"No, I mean you used my interview video as a gimmick in my name to make money with your fan card."
The bar manager was speechless for a while. If someone else had offended the Three Eyes Gang, even a fool would have thought about how to deal with the Three Eyes Gang's revenge.
How could he have guessed that Mo Fan was still thinking about this matter.
"You said this, just as you said, thirty-seven cents, no, ninety-one cents! This money should be yours, we only take 10% as the operating expenses of your fan club, and the remaining 90%, all Here you go!”
"You don't know, I feel guilty about earning this money, so I raised the welfare threshold to gold fan membership, otherwise I wouldn't only give out 1,500 fan welfare."
"How much?" Mo Fan's cheek twitched.
"One thousand five hundred, to be precise, one thousand five hundred and seventy-eight. This includes the number of fans who applied remotely on the bar website in West City and surrounding Meteor Town."
Mo Fan leaned back in his chair, a little confused, and asked: "Your membership benefit is to send the video directly to the other party."
The bar manager nodded and said, "However, the video is encrypted and cannot be copied or transferred. It can only be viewed on the device that receives the video."
"But with the device, you can watch it with others."
"Yes."
Mo Fan rubbed his nose and said, "I was wondering how many people in West City have never seen me do a striptease."
The bar manager said honestly: "There are still many people who haven't seen it yet, but after today's incident spreads and your reputation spreads throughout the city of West, that video will soon be seen by everyone."
Mo Fan was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "Tell me the truth, is the part I danced really okay? If it's ugly, do I need to re-record a better one?"
