Pinghai City in July is as hot as a furnace.
The leaves are as quiet as a painting. The old men enjoying the shade under the trees can only feel the breeze blowing on their faces by waving their fans frantically.
Pedestrians wearing short-sleeved shirts or skirts and holding parasols hurried about, not wanting to stay on the street for a moment longer.
When they saw someone wearing a white robe, wrapped up tightly, and standing stupidly in the sun, they all looked at him like a fool.
But no one noticed that Ye Fan didn't break out even a drop of sweat.
If you get close to him, you can even feel the breeze surrounding him, as if you are in an air-conditioned room.
There are still benefits to practicing cultivation, and you can save a lot of money on electricity bills.
Ye Fan thought to himself, then looked towards the Platinum Nightclub not far away.
After their parents died, the second uncle's family treated Ye Fan and Ye Lin very well. The guy who dared to threaten his sister with their lives was here.
Ye Fan doesn't like overnight feuds.
Not to mention overnight, not even a minute's delay.
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"Damn it, why is the turnover getting less and less?"
In the private room on the second floor, a man with a conspicuous scar on his face was sitting on the sofa, looking at the account book in his hand, his expression gradually becoming ugly.
He is Zhang Dao.
The owner of this nightclub.
He is also the notorious Dao Brother in Pinghai City.
"I'm fucking asking you a question!"
Zhang Dao picked up the ashtray and smashed it angrily.
The man who was hit was a nightclub manager. He didn't dare to hide at this moment. Blood oozed from his forehead and he trembled and said: "I'm sorry, Brother Dao, it's my poor management."
Zhang Dao was in a depressed mood.
Pinghai City is adjacent to the magic city of Donghai City, and all the rich people go there to spend money. This has not only caused the revenue of nightclubs to decline year by year, but also the casinos and some gray industries.
"Recently, the quality of escort girls in nightclubs is getting worse and worse. Pick a group of good-looking ones from among the borrowers, preferably local high school students and college students, so they are easy to control."
Zhang Dao rubbed his eyebrows: "How do you make them come to work willingly? You don't need me to teach you, right? If you let them have the courage to secretly call the police, you will be chopped into pieces!"
"I understand Brother Dao, I promise it won't happen again."
"Um."
Zhang Dao nodded with satisfaction: "By the way, tell Huang Si to bring that female college student named Ye Lin to my house before tonight. She has been a little angry recently and needs to vent her anger."
"Brother Dao, don't worry, Huang Si has gone."
"That's good."
Zhang Dao couldn't help but lick his lips. A young but beautiful girl like Ye Lin was the most enjoyable to play with.
Just imagine.
How satisfying it is to stain a clean white paper little by little.
Just as Zhang Dao was thinking about it, a line of blood appeared on the nightclub manager's neck, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.
"Uh-huh!"
Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Dao's back, and his hands and feet were cold.
It was not because of the sudden death of his younger brother, but because he suddenly found that there was someone else in the box, sitting on his office chair, looking through the loan shark's account book.
Zhang Dao swallowed, his survival instinct telling him to run, he must run!
He rushed to the door as fast as he could in his life, and the moment he opened the doorknob, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Because there were corpses lying outside the door.
The blood was like precious red wine, flowing little by little to Zhang Dao's feet, and a biting chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.
"sit."
Ye Fan spoke calmly, as if he was the owner here and Zhang Dao was the visitor.
Zhang Dao turned around stiffly, a smile uglier than crying appeared on his face.
"You are a warrior!"
Zhang Dao was extremely convinced that the young man wearing Taoist robes and linen shoes was a warrior, and his level was definitely not low.
Zhang Dao met the warrior once.
It was three years ago that a certain billionaire was assassinated by a gangster. The skinny-looking bodyguard in black punched the gangster to death from a distance of three meters.
Later, Zhang Dao learned that warriors have a transcendent status, transcending ordinary people, even transcending the law, and possessing unimaginable terrifying power.
No matter the powerful or the rich, they all flocked to this kind of power and were willing to spend all their wealth in order for their children to become warriors.
today.
Zhang Dao saw the second one.
He asked dejectedly: "Let me understand clearly how I have offended my brother."
"I have a sister named Ye Lin."
"..."
Zhang Dao wanted to smash Huang Si's head into pieces.
That idiot actually said that Ye Lin is an only child and is easy to manipulate!
Zhang Dao knew very well that today's matter could not be settled with money, so he simply sat back on the sofa with a look of resignation.
Just the next moment.
Zhang Dao took out a pistol from the mezzanine of the sofa, pointed the dark muzzle at Ye Fan's head, and laughed.
"You didn't expect it, I have a gun!"
The billionaire said that no matter how strong a warrior is, he can't stop bullets, so Zhang Dao spent a lot of money to buy this gun from the black market. Unexpectedly, it actually came in handy.
Ye Fan closed the account book, he couldn't bear to read it.
It records all loan sharking in detail, as well as the fate of each innocent girl.
Be obedient and serve as a drinker in a nightclub.
Those who were disobedient still had their hands and feet cut off, but most of them were tortured, ravaged, drained of all their value, and then sunk into the river to feed the fish.
Ye Fan said softly: "You really deserve to die."
"You are the one who wants to die!"
"I will love your sister in front of your second uncle and second aunt, and then kill them and let her live in despair for the rest of her life!"
Zhang Dao knew the truth behind Chi Zesheng's change, so he decisively pulled the trigger without saving bullets and emptied the magazine instantly.
Ye Fan looked sarcastic.
This made Zhang Dao's heart inexplicably tingle.
Why isn't he afraid?
Why isn't he afraid?
As soon as the question arose, it was answered.
I saw those eighteen high-speed rotating bullets frozen in the air, as if time and space had all stopped at this moment.
Damn it!
Zhang Dao's scalp exploded and he couldn't believe what he saw.
What's even more terrifying is that Ye Fan raised his finger, and all the bullets turned in the opposite direction, directly piercing Zhang Dao's body.
But in the blink of an eye, Zhang Dao had eighteen bullet holes on his body.
Zhang Dao lowered his head, looking a little confused.
But he didn't cover the wound, nor did he scream, because he could no longer feel the pain and his vital signs were rapidly passing away.
Zhang Dao smiled with his mouth wide open, his eyes showed relief, it would be good to die like this, it would not be painful at all.
Ye Fan moved a chair, sat in front of Zhang Dao, and asked lightly: "What is three hundred minus seven?"
"Fuck you."
When his consciousness dissipated, Zhang Dao cursed with all his strength, and then he was fed something unknown.
The next second.
Something happened that made Zhang Dao desperate.
He found that his consciousness was awakening rapidly and his wounds were healing rapidly.
The extreme pain caused by broken bones and broken organs instantly overwhelmed Zhang Dao.
He wanted to shout, but couldn't. He only heard the warm but terrifying voice of a demon.
"Anyone who bullies me and insults my family will pay back a thousand times. I happen to know some medical skills, so it's easy to keep you alive. You can die only after the debt is wiped out."
"I ask you again, what is three hundred minus seven?"
"Did not say?"
Ye Fan snapped his fingers.
Zhang Dao's eyes suddenly widened, and the nail of his index finger was slowly pulled out by an invisible force. The pain was magnified a hundred times and a thousand times at this moment.
"Two hundred...two hundred and ninety-three." Zhang Dao almost shouted.
"very good."
Ye Fan then asked: "Three thousand two hundred and ninety-six, minus one thousand one hundred and eleven, how much is it?"
Zhang Dao's mind was making crazy calculations.
But the more focused he was, the clearer the pain became.
Zhang Dao's spirit collapsed instantly, and he suddenly understood why Ye Fan wanted him to count.
This is to make him use his brain to stay awake, and his mind becomes a string, and then suddenly the string breaks, and so on again and again!
"You are not human, kill me...you kill me!"
"Unfortunately, that's not the right answer."
"Ahhhh!!!"
