When he came outside, Zhang Fan saw a gray-white van, covered with snow, parked in front of the door, motionless, and it looked like it was driven by a group of cross-eyed young people.
After walking out of the iron gate, Zhang Fan was stopped by the cross-eyed young man before he took a few steps. He stopped and Zhang Fan looked at them with some confusion.
The cross-eyed young man sneered and said that there was no rush to withdraw the money, but he had to go back with them to meet the boss first.
The cross-eyed young man also understood in his heart that Lu Deshui's wife and children were simply unable to repay the huge gambling debt. This wild boy who suddenly appeared now might be the key to repaying the money, so no matter what, he could not be allowed to run away and must be kept. Download his personal information.
In fact, the money Lu Deshui owes is not much, only 30,000 yuan. If I have to say it, actually... In a sense, Lu Deshui will be addicted to gambling, and he has a certain relationship with people like them. Relationship, or even his death... They can create a gambler Lu Deshui, and they can naturally create a second him.
If they drag this wild boy into the water, they will get more praise from the boss.
Having said this, the cross-eyed young man glanced at the several yellow-haired young men beside him. Seeing this look, they instantly understood, strode forward, picked up Zhang Fan, and said: "Brother , come with us!"
"What are you going to do?" Zhang Fan pretended to be frightened, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he looked terrified. Before he could resist too much, he was forcibly dragged into the van by several young men with yellow hair.
"Let's go! Go back and see the boss, I finally caught a big fish this time!" The cross-eyed young man waved his hand, opened the passenger door, and sat in, with a proud expression on his face.
"Brother Ji, this guy said one million..." Another yellow-haired young man asked with a worried look on his face. He was still thinking about Zhang Fan's one million, for fear of angering him. Will not be happy to give it.
"You idiot, do you have no brains? This grandson is so poor, how can he give out one million?" When the cross-eyed young man heard this, he was so angry that he really wanted to shoot the younger brother who was talking. die.
Although he is a young man in society and has not read many books, his brain is definitely not stupid, and his IQ is well above the line. He is not like a mentally retarded person who follows what others say.
After so many years of hard work, he also learned a skill, which is to observe words and emotions. He could tell what kind of people he could mess with and what kind of people he couldn't mess with by looking at the other person's dress.
He had also observed Zhang Fan just now. This wild boy was dressed in plain and simple clothes. He didn't look like a rich man at all. Moreover, judging from his accent, he didn't look like someone here at all. He was most likely from out of town.
Even if he is capable, a foreigner from other places who comes to their territory has to behave with his tail between his legs.
As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake, not to mention that this wild boy doesn't look like a powerful person.
.......The gray-white van drove out of Fulai Town and toward the southeast of Nanhuai County. The road was covered with snow, and the ground was covered with snow. The van was not traveling very fast, because once the speed was too fast, The wheels will slip and there is a risk of losing control.
About two hours later, the van stopped in front of a huge abandoned factory.
Strange to say, it was obviously an abandoned factory, but there were billowing white waves of hot air rising above the factory.
Kicking open the car door, the cross-eyed young man asked his men to carry Zhang Fan into the factory. He hummed a little tune and followed behind with a leisurely expression.
Entering it, there is a huge rectangular dining table about six meters long in the center of the factory. There is only one person at the dining table, a bald man with a stubble on his face and wearing a black tunic suit.
The big man has a fierce face. He is about forty years old. There are bulging veins on his forehead and a rose tattooed between his eyebrows. He looks very fierce. At this time, there is a black cigar in his left hand. , the cigar was lit, slowly emitting smoke as thin as a gossamer.
"Boss! We have brought you a boy!" The cross-eyed young man stepped forward and said with a flattering smile on his face.
The bald man didn't even pay attention to his words and continued to eat the food on the table happily.
The cross-eyed young man swallowed, feeling uneasy, and quickly added: "Boss, this guy is rich. He said he came to repay the debt owed by Lu Deshui..."
"Bring him here!" After saying this, the cross-eyed young man glanced sideways at the younger brother holding Zhang Fan behind him.
After hearing this, the boys looked at each other and quickly pushed Zhang Fan to the dining table.
"Kneel down!" They yelled coldly, trying to force Zhang Fan to his knees, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't bend Zhang Fan's legs. For a moment, several people looked surprised. Very strange.
"Huh? What did you do? You can't even put down such a waste?" Seeing that his men were unable to put down Zhang Fan immediately, the cross-eyed young man frowned and walked up to Zhang Fan with his neck crooked. He was about to slap him on the face, but before he could hit him, the next moment, he just felt his body flying up uncontrollably. When he reacted, he found that he had appeared in Tens of meters away, he plunged into an abandoned garbage dump.
Pain, unimaginable pain, spread all over his body in an instant, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat.
Have no idea what happened. Zhang Fan moved and slapped a yellow-haired man on the face. He was like a kite with broken strings and flew backwards for dozens of meters, pretending to be unconscious.
"Bang!" The body moved again, leaving an afterimage on the spot like a ghost. Zhang Fan kicked his left leg and kicked the yellow-haired young man on the left from the ground to the second floor of the factory. He knocked his head on the railing, and again coma.
"Pa!" With a right fist, under the look of the third yellow-haired young man with fear on his face, Zhang Fan flew him away like garbage and plunged him into a bucket, where blisters bubbled up. After a while there was no movement.
Zhang Fan's movements were astonishingly fast. From the moment he took action to the end, it was all done in the blink of an eye.
At present, except for the bald man, there is only the last yellow hair with a cockscomb hair style. His legs are shaking, and his body is shaking like a sieve, and he is frozen on the spot.
His condition was not good, his crotch was wet, leaving a smelly liquid. It was obvious that Zhang Fan's series of moves scared him to the point of peeing.
Zhang Fan didn't let him go just because he peed his pants. Instead, he came to him and flicked his brain to death. With a pop, the young man with the cockscomb head was knocked unconscious to the ground while he was lying on the ground. After falling to the ground, he continued to spit out a lot of foam from his mouth.
Zhang Fan, who had increased his physical strength to 5 points, would be sure to kill or be injured when he shot, which was not something these ordinary people could afford.
Of course, he didn't really use all his strength, because he was afraid of accidentally killing these people. He was not a person who liked killing, so the strength he used was only 20%.
After dealing with these minions, Zhang Fan clapped his hands and strode slowly towards the bald man at the dining table, with a slight smile on his lips.
"You...what are you going to do?" The bald man was sweating profusely and his voice was trembling. Just now, he was just picking up vegetables, but his subordinates were knocked down by this wild boy. He asked himself, even if Even those real kung fu masters may not be able to do this.
The bald man swallowed hard and watched Zhang Fan get closer. Although he looked calm on the outside, he was actually quite panicked inside.
To be honest, he wanted to escape, but his legs froze in place because of too much tension.
"Shh!" Zhang Fan made a shushing gesture, then raised his right hand, and slapped him in the face with a quick and leisurely gesture. This slap used 30% of the strength, and accompanied by With a snap, all the teeth in the bald man's mouth were knocked out. With a crash, he landed on the dining table and picked up a piece of blood.
"Ah!!" The bald man screamed again and again. He could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. He screamed and collapsed to the ground. He covered his bleeding mouth in pain, kowtowed and begged for mercy and shouted: "Master... ..Uncle! Please spare my life, I will never dare to do it again! Just write off the money Lu Deshui owes me...Cancel it off in one stroke, please show me your noble hand...I have eighty Mom, I have a three-year-old child...you..."
"Stop talking nonsense, I will ask you one question today, does Lu Deshui's death have anything to do with you?!" Zhang Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light, filled with demonic bloodlust.
"Uncle, Lu Deshui's death... has nothing to do with me, I don't know anything!!" The bald man had no teeth, so his words were a bit leaky.
"Oh..." Zhang Fan said softly, but soon he changed the topic and said: "That's okay... I'll send you on your way now!" Zhang Fan casually picked up an empty beer The bottle was about to be smashed onto the head of the bald man.
At this critical moment, the bald man was completely frightened and exclaimed: "Uncle! I said it, I said it, I said it all!" Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes and threw away the beer bottle in his hand. He broke it to pieces in the distance, pulled up a chair and sat down with his legs crossed.
But after he sat down, he summoned Lu Deshui. Zhang Fan felt that it would be better to let the person involved do this kind of revenge, as there would be no point in doing it himself.
Lu Deshui did not reveal himself in front of the bald man because the information they wanted had not yet been asked. Once he showed up, he might scare the bald man to death.
The bald man trembled in fear and told the story of Lu Deshui's death with runny nose and tears.
It turns out that the reason why Lu Deshui got addicted to gambling and became a hopeless gambler was actually because of the manipulation of these people. First, they sent people to lure Lu Deshui into the trap little by little, and then made him intoxicated until he lost money. He went bankrupt and squeezed out all his value before finding someone to trick him out and hack him to death.
Because when these desperate gamblers reach a desperate situation, most of them will take very extreme actions.
In order to fear that Lu Deshui would fight them to death, or call the police to arrest them, they had no choice but to act preemptively and kill him in advance.
But they were not the ones who killed Lu Deshui, but a dozen prisoners who had just been released from the labor camp. They killed Lu Deshui and then escaped.
When Zhang Fan heard this, he glanced at him. He didn't fully believe what the bald man said, but it wasn't until Lu Deshui told him that everything was true that Zhang Fan felt relieved.
Zhang Fan briefly asked some questions, and then asked if he could still contact these people. The bald man thought for a while before saying that he could contact them.
In response, Zhang Fan asked him to contact those people immediately. If he could do it, he would be spared today. If he couldn't, he would be killed today.
Zhang Fan's words were decisive and his attitude was firm. If he did as he said, he could save his life, but if he didn't do it, he would definitely die.
When his life and fortune were at stake, the bald man didn't dare to fool around with the matter. He took out an Apple machine from his pocket with trembling hands, looked for his cell phone number, and quickly dialed it.
The call took a few seconds and the other end answered quickly. The bald man suppressed the fear in his heart, tried his best to control his inner emotions, and talked to the other party on the phone in a normal tone.
After about a while, the bald man hung up the phone and told Zhang Fan that the matter was settled. He told the other party that he had a good business here and if the matter was completed, he would pay them one hundred thousand yuan. , as a reward.
In fact, they had frequent contacts over the years. He would pay the other party to do things such as hurting people's lives.
Seeing that the bald man acted according to his own method, Zhang Fan showed a smile, nodded with satisfaction, and then slapped the bald man unconscious.
Zhang Fan did not hurt their lives. Zhang Fan would not do anything about killing people and had no obligation to do so.
He recorded all the words the other party just said on his mobile phone, and planned to hand them over to the police when the matter was over.
The bad guys are punished by law, and it is not his turn to do it. Zhang Fan looked at Lu Deshui and told him not to worry. When the murderers came over, he would definitely let him take revenge.
Hearing this, Lu Deshui nodded gloomily. ..... After an unknown amount of time, the door of the abandoned factory was pushed open by a dozen burly men with ferocious faces.
They were tall and thick-set, with colorful tattoos on their bodies. They looked very ferocious and vicious, with a strong evil aura lingering around them.
But as soon as they stepped into the factory, they heard the door behind them creak and automatically close inexplicably.
Hearing the noise, a dozen burly men followed the sound and saw a thin young man walking slowly over with a bottle of beer in his hand.
The moment they saw this young man, the expressions of a dozen burly men suddenly changed, because they detected a trace of extreme uneasiness in this young man.
For prisoners who have been struggling on the line of life and death all year round, they are most acutely aware of this uneasy danger.
