Jiang Fan looked at the Jetta that rushed towards him quickly, and did not panic on his face, but smiled faintly. Then when the Jetta arrived in front of him, he moved. [】

Jiang Fan held the front of the Jetta with one arm, and he soared into the air, flipped 360 degrees in the air, and landed at the rear of the Jetta with a calm and composed look.

Bang!!

The Jetta hit the light pole on the side of the road. The moment it stopped, four doors opened and five people rushed out of the car.

The person in charge was the driver. His eyes were filled with a hideous sneer in his eyes when he stared at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan looked at the murderous five people in front of him, his face was still as calm as water, and his deep black eyes always had a faint smile.

The driver stared at Jiang Fan with a little surprise, because Jiang Fan's movements that had just avoided the car were very calm and relaxed.

"What do you want to do?" Jiang Fan stood there and asked lightly.

"What are you doing?" The driver sneered and continued: "Brother Biao, I'm very tight recently, and you... are very valuable!"

"Oh?" Jiang Fan nodded indifferently, and then asked, "Let me tell me, how much am I worth?"

"One leg is ten thousand, and one hand is five thousand!"

Brother Biao said, pulling out a dog-leg knife more than one foot long from his sleeve, and the other four people also pulled out their machetes one after another, and then surrounded Jiang Fan.

"One leg ten thousand, one hand five thousand..."

Jiang Fan repeated his price and couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment: "I didn't expect my value to be so cheap..."

"Do it!"

Brother Biao gave the order, and the dog-legged knife rushed straight to Jiang Fan's shoulder. The sharp blade flashed with cold light, with clear goals and ruthless movements!

Jiang Fan looked at the dog-legged knife that Brother Biao slashed over, his mouth raised slightly, and a little chill appeared in his black eyes.

Turn your shoulders lightly and stretch your arms to seal the door!

Brother Biao's dog-legged knife was pressed against Jiang Fan's chest and slashed into the air. At the same time, Jiang Fan's fist was already printed on his face.

Bang!

Suddenly, Venus and the sun were the same color, and their teeth and blood flew together.

Then Jiang Fan took a sudden step forward, jumped high, and slammed his knees from bottom to top on Brother Biao's chin.

Brother Biao's body rose into the air and flew backwards, and the dog-leg knife rotated and fell in the air. The next moment, it fell into Jiang Fan's hand.

Jiang Fan's figure flashed, and he slashed a little brother's wrist. After the machete hit the ground, he directly knocked him over to the ground with a high-level whip leg.

Within the next three seconds, the other three younger brothers' machetes landed one after another, and the four younger brothers lay together in a tacit understanding and put on the arhats.

"Fuck! Bai Yanlang, this bastard, has killed me!" Brother Biao was almost fainted, and his eyes staring at Jiang Fan were filled with incredible fear.

Jiang Fan held the dog-legged knife in his hand and came to Brother Biao with a smile on his face. He squatted down and placed the dog-legged knife on Brother Biao's legs. He asked lightly: "Tell me, how much is your legs worth?"

"What…"

Brother Biao's face was covered in blood, and his two front teeth were also honorably removed from his post. His eyes looked at Jiang Fan as if he was looking at a demon.

Jiang Fan was not in a hurry. The dog-leg knife in his hand gently cut open Brother Biao's pants, and the sharp blade was pressed against Brother Biao's thighs. He smiled again and asked, "How much is it worth?"

"Five...5,500...no, ten thousand!"

Feeling the chilling feeling coming from near my crotch, Brother Biao hurriedly said loudly: "Brother...hands... show mercy...I haven't married yet, I have something to discuss...it's easy to discuss..."

Jiang Fan nodded with satisfaction, put the dog-leg knife on Brother Biao's shoulder again, and asked lightly: "Where is the hand?"

"Five thousand! Five thousand in one hand!" Brother Biao said with a sad face, his heart set his mind, his eyes closed, and his teeth gritted.

"Well, I don't have a good calculation. Please help me calculate how much are you five people worth in total?" Jiang Fan looked back at the four little brothers who were still lying together and said with a smile.

Brother Biao's eyes suddenly flew out of his eyes. Just as he was about to complain, the dog-leg knife in Jiang Fan's hand gently placed at the base of Brother Biao's thighs, and the smile on his face was gentle and charming.

"Ten...150,000..." Brother Biao almost clenched his teeth and squeezed out three words from his throat.

"Then are you going to pay cash or swipe your card?" Jiang Fan asked with a smile.

"Brother...I... did I get so much money?" Brother Biao was so sad that he was about to regret it. He was originally here to teach people a lesson to earn extra money, but now he has become a person who has been taught a lesson, but he also has to spend money to buy his own hands and feet. What's this?

Jiang Fan looked at Brother Biao, suddenly smiled and nodded, and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't have money, just don't forget to owe money."

Jiang Fan's sudden change of attitude made Brother Biao a little confused. He said almost cautiously: "Brother... you are such a good person, I will remember it!"

"Yeah, just remember."

Jiang Fan nodded indifferently, then changed his mind and asked, "Is it Bai Yanlang who asked you to come?"

"Yes, it was Bai Yanlang who asked us to teach you a lesson. He was in that alley, but he should have run away long ago." Brother Biao explained clearly like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Jiang Fan's eyes swept across the alley in the distance, then helped Brother Biao up, and said softly with a smile: "Do you a favor and keep Bai Yanlang to death. Isn't it difficult?"

"Don't worry, I'll do it!" Brother Biao patted his chest and promised, and then his voice suddenly became lower: "That... can we... leave?"

"Well, of course, don't forget your toys." Jiang Fan said, returning the dog-legged knife to Brother Biao.

Brother Biao and others put away their weapons and got into the car, and disappeared without a trace.

"Bai Yanlang... You'd better not forget what I said..." Jiang Fan turned around and glanced at the one-meter of sunshine in the distance, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

The night is getting thicker.

In the suburbs of Zhonghai, there is a remote and hidden courtyard.

Bai Yanlang just owed a lot of gambling money, but he was beaten to death by someone and was kneeling on the ground and begging hard.

"Brother Wolf... I beg you... how many days will you be granted... I will definitely pay you back if I have the money!"

"Brother Bai, it's not that I, Alang, don't believe you. You have sold your car and house. What else can you sell? Do you sell your butt?"

Brother Wolf was holding a cigar in his hand, trimming it slowly, and a younger brother next to him lit the cigar for him in time.

"I…"

Bai Yanlang was speechless for a moment. Just as Alang said, he had already sold everything he could. Even if he sold his butt, he would not make so much money in a while.

However, in desperation, Bai Yanlang suddenly thought of his daughter, Little Pudding!
Chapter completed!