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Chapter 92: Master Jiu's Abacus

The head was filled with a lot of fist behind him pounced in the air. Zhao Fanchen snorted coldly and suddenly slapped the middle-aged man who was already in tears to the ground. He felt the blood in his chest surging, and the middle-aged man was being slapped on the ground.

The huge force made his bones numb and unbearable. He never thought that a person's skills would be so terrifying. Obviously, Zhao Fanchen was really moving this time.

The strong wind came, and Zhao Fanchen was very fast. He tilted his head, slanted his body, and threw it out with a slam. He ran into Lei Laohu, who was rushing to see the situation behind him.

Swish??? Lei Laohu was knocked back by Zhao Fanchen and slid away. His face turned red. He finally stabilized his body and took a few breaths. As soon as he looked up, he saw Zhao Fanchen at some point.

He was already standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile, and was shocked. This speed was extremely terrifying.

However, since Lei Laohu, as a soldier, has already taken action, he will never retreat. Even if he can't beat him, he will still have to go.

He punched out and the man was already close to him. The skill on his feet was very hard, and he collided with Zhao Fanchen's calves. The two of them had a few moves on their lower plates. When they saw Lei

The loophole exposed by the tiger, Zhao Fanchen suddenly changed his strategy, and his hands formed a knife, attacking both sides of his lower abdomen with fierce attacks. Just this move made Lei Laohu feel heart-wrenching in pain in an instant, and he couldn't even speak.

That pain is really unbearable and piercing.

Then Lei Laohu felt his whole body numb, and his arms and thighs began to feel a strong sense of weakness. His whole body seemed to be slowly stiffening, and the pain began to spread to his whole body instantly.

Every nerve, Lei Laohu, like the middle-aged man, was also filled with tears. The top military soldiers who were bleeding but not crying on the battlefield were crying and could not control them at this time.

Seeing that Zhao Fanchen was about to get started, Lei Laohu quickly waved his hand and shouted, "I won't beat you anymore, I won't beat you anymore?"

With a faint smile, Zhao Fanchen stopped, lit a cigarette for himself slowly, took a sip, and stared at Lei Laohu with an intriguing look.

In the army, Lei Laohu was the one who walked sideways. He was a powerful player and was a top-notch soldier. But now he was not Zhao Fanchen's opponent at all. He shouted in great depression: "Brother-in-law, you are too perverted."

In secret, Lei Laohu shook his hand hard, his fists were red and swollen, his arm was hit by Zhao Fanchen's hard body, and his whole arm was numb. If he continued to hit it, he would have no meaning. The only thing he suffered.

He himself, as soon as he fought with Zhao Fanchen, he was immediately judged. If he was fighting with Zhao Fanchen, he would probably be honored to be in the hospital for several months.

"I don't care what you are looking for me, and I don't want to know, but I am used to being free and lazy. I don't want to be targeted by your military people. This will make me feel very uncomfortable. Of course, you are from the military people.

, If I want to point fingers at my life and life, I can't do it, but I will solve it myself." I glanced at the middle-aged man who was half-climbing up and Lei Laohu who was covered in sweat and tears on his face

Although Zhao Fanchen was saying these words, although he was lightly speaking, it clearly reached the ears of the two people. There was an illusion that the big clock was so big that the double blows in physical and mental states made both of them have a

Stock frustration.

The middle-aged man groaned and slowly got up from the ground. He pressed his chest with one hand, his nose and face were swollen, and he almost staggered and fell to the ground. This was for him.

It was said that it was a great humiliation. He was suppressed and beaten twice, but he had no power to fight back. He was also a junior boy who he looked down upon. He was undoubtedly slapped himself in the mouth, shy, angry and angry.

He almost made him come up and couldn't come in one breath.

Staring at Zhao Fanchen fiercely, the middle-aged man was blushing with his eyes and his eyes burst into flames. He had never encountered such a crushing defeat before, but in the end he still straightened his back and stood straight, standing like a javelin.

There, he reached out to tidy up his military uniform, his eyes flashed, and said strongly at Zhao Fanchen: "I admit that your skills are indeed very strong, but if you dare to make a decision on He Xi, you dare to make a mistake in her, I

I will still not be able to forgive you. This sentence only represents my personal wish. I am a soldier and I will never retreat even if I die. No matter how strong the opponent is, as a soldier, if I retreat at the last minute, I will be a deserter."

The middle-aged man stared at Zhao Fanchen with bright eyes. Even though he was not Zhao Fanchen's opponent just now, he was still unafraid at this time and stood straight, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed. The soldier wanted to

What is the momentum of the brave ones winning when they meet on a narrow road.

After hearing this, Zhao Fanchen did not explain, but felt a little admiration for the middle-aged man. His talent in his military should be worthy of recognition, so he was too lazy to explain the relationship between He Xi and him to him.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to fight Zhao Fanchen again, his military cell phone rang. It was an explosion-proof cell phone that he would use in an emergency task. He walked to the distance. After a few minutes, he came back and looked back.

Gloomy, he shouted to Lei Leihu with a decisive attitude: "Tiger, go, let's go back to the army."

The middle-aged man who got into the car looked at Zhao Fanchen deeply, threw him a box of cigarettes, said nothing, and finally left.

After looking through the box of Nine Five Lords in his hand, Zhao Fanchen took out a lit one, took a sip, and watched the military jeep disappear quickly at the corner in front.

Just as he was about to walk away and go home, a Jetta roared over and stopped beside Zhao Fanchen. Abin's head poked out of the car: "Boss get in the car, Master Jiu is looking for you."

After getting in the car, Abin drove the Jetta to the Golden Heaven and Earth. He wanted to find Jiu Ye to plan the money, but he didn't expect Jiu Ye to find him first. Zhao Fanchen didn't ask Abin what was going on.

Son, since you want to find him, you won’t tell Abin about it.

When we arrived at the Golden World, the business of the Golden World was still very prosperous in the second half of the night. The men and women were constantly dressed in and out. The women were dressed up with colorful branches, and the buttocks were twisting, and Abin took Zhao Fanchen to the special behind.

In the private room.

The man from the Iron Tower, who was almost destroyed by Zhao Fanchen last time, still stood at the door with his hands on his chest, but when he saw Zhao Fanchen, he had resentment and fear in his eyes. Last time, his head was

It was directly opened by Zhao Fanchen with an ashtray.

This time, the big man did not dare to stop Zhao Fanchen. Zhao Fanchen didn't even look at the big man in the iron tower. He pushed the door open and went in. He naturally sat on the single sofa opposite Jiu Ye and lit a cigarette casually.

The Jiu Ye sitting opposite seemed to be no different from the last time he came. He was still drinking red wine and smoking a cigar. His eyes were shining with a shrewd light, and the atmosphere between the two fell into strange silence and silence.

In the end, Master Jiu spoke first. He raised the goblet in his hand and shook it at Zhao Fanchen: "Do you want to do some?"

"I can't get used to this." Zhao Fanchen said simply.

Jiu Ye seemed to be in high spirits today. He shook the goblet in his hand. Zhao Fanchen, who was opposite the red wine, was deformed. He suddenly smiled strangely: "The production process of red wine is very complicated, but the taste is really good.

, People who know how to drink may not necessarily drink, and people who drink may not necessarily understand how to drink. This is the same as the principle of doing something by a person. They will always become ruthless under the guidance of interests, and will even make

A person is forced into a dead corner, and the same is true for red wine. Every time I can force me into a dead corner, causing me to panic for a while. The so-called morality and axioms are always in the hands of the winner."

Jiu Ye’s words today are obviously a bit inexplicably incredible. When he said these words, the muscles on his face trembled a few times, and the fragments of memory in his mind seemed to have returned to a glorious era.

"You didn't sleep in the middle of the night, so you came to me just to tell me about red wine?" Zhao Fanchen obviously understood the profound meaning of Jiu Ye's words and said casually.

With a faint smile, Master Jiu raised his eyes and leaned calmly on the back of the sofa: "I came to you to help me settle something. I have a batch of goods on hand that were swallowed by those Vietnamese boys.

I want you to go to Vietnam and help me get this batch of goods back. Of course, the Vietnamese guys who dare to swallow my goods will be punished as they deserve, so that they know other people's things, some dare to take them, some

I dare not touch it."

"What benefits can I get?" Zhao Fanchen's slightly handsome cheek was hidden in the storm of smoke, and he felt a little dazed. The goods fell into Vietnamese's hands. If it was so easy to get it back

, Jiu Ye would not let Zhao Fanchen go.

"I will give you all Abin and the people under him. You owe me a big favor. If you take that batch of goods back from Vietnamese, you will let them suffer

The most severe punishment is that we will pay 50% of the amount worth 10 million." After saying that, Jiu Ye looked at Zhao Fanchen with great chance of winning.

"No, I want the 64th cent account and cash, I want it now." Zhao Fanchen smiled lightly, and his calm and sophisticated attitude made the old Jiuye of Jianghu a little confused.

"Okay, I'll give you cash, but you have to ensure that the goods are intact and return to my hands and complete what I have assigned you." Jiu Ye agreed very happily and clapped his hands to let the man outside the door.

Come in and get four million in cash to Zhao Fanchen.

"Wait!" Zhao Fanchen stopped the strong bodyguard and looked at Master Jiu and said tepidly: "I'm talking about you four, Master Jiu and you seem to have calculated the wrong account, right?"
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