He clasped a glass door tightly with both hands, and then used all his strength to lift it up. The door trembled for a moment, but it was just a moment and did not move at all. Everything was not as simple as Meng Fan imagined.

The installation of bulletproof glass doors is different from other doors and windows. Not only is it stubborn, but it also involves the synthesis of some technologies.

Fang Junwei in the villa, the muscles on his face kept twitching, grabbed the bodyguard beside him, and yelled: "Get the hell out, get out, why are you standing here!?"

The three men in black lowered their heads uneasily. Meng Fan outside was already red-eyed. Isn't going out at this time equal to seeking death?!

Under the dark night, it was so quiet that no sound could be heard. Qin Xue, who was sitting in the Nissan off-road vehicle, saw more and more blood in her chest, which had soaked into her coat. Even though she covered it tightly with her hands, she still gasped in pain.

He couldn't get angry, but he still didn't dare to say a word, for fear of breaking Meng Fan's heart.

Time once again fell into a sinking feeling. Fang Junwei in the villa was extremely nervous. He didn't expect that Meng Fan would be so perverted at first, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

Meng Fan, who was holding the bulletproof glass door tightly, became more and more anxious. Veins popped out in his hands. Dim lights came out from the room and hit his wrists, like earthworms crawling all over his arms.

Meng Fan exerted all his strength, and his whole body was as tight as steel. The hand that was holding the door tightly pushed upwards. Suddenly, there was a sharp sound, "Crack?!" The buckle of the bulletproof glass door broke.

, a thick layer of steel plate was torn apart by Meng Fan, which shows how powerful it is.

Meng Fan was really furious, his eyes were red, the veins on his arms were like stone pillars, and there was strength everywhere.

Fang Junwei in the villa hall was stunned and at a loss for a moment, but thinking about Fang Min, he couldn't help but feel a little more at ease. Meng Fan would never touch him no matter what he did.

After taking off the bulletproof glass door, Meng Fan turned around and threw it to the ground with a violent sound. The three bodyguards around Fang Junwei suddenly mustered up the courage to rush out, clenching their hands in a desperate posture.

However, in Meng Fanzheng's murderous eyes, it was not worth mentioning. He quickly grabbed the first man's arm, pulled him forward, raised his right foot, and kicked him hard.

"Bang... click"

The muffled sound of being hit and the crisp sound of a broken arm sounded at the same time. The man gritted his teeth and grinned. Before he could scream, Meng Fan quickly grabbed the man's chin with his hand and squeezed it hard.

"Click..."

"ah!"

The man who was the bodyguard was in so much pain that he rolled to the ground holding his painful chin, without any strength in his body.

The remaining two men were completely stunned, their raised fists stopped in mid-air, and they looked blankly at the mutated Meng Fan.

Meng Fan's chest was full of anger, full of fighting spirit and anger. His right foot was like lightning, and he quickly kicked the knees of the other two men. With two bangs, the men screamed in pain and fell to their knees.

Everything was calm, as if nothing happened. Meng Fan lowered his arms, clenched his fists tightly, and walked step by step towards the villa hall.

Fang Junwei stood at the end of the corridor, his cheeks covered with sweat and his body trembling a little. Although he was the chairman of Xinghai Group, his identity was almost the same as Qiu Shaoye's, except that Fang Junwei was an extremely low-key man, not like Qiu Shaoye.

exaggerate.

He has monopolized the entire real estate industry in Dongshan Province. Whether it is the provincial capital of Yunyang or Binjiang City under Dongshan, all properties are monopolized by Fang Junwei, which shows the huge scale.

As we all know, none of the big bosses involved in real estate has a clean identity. In the early years, hauling earth and hauling sand were all forces created by gangs fighting, and Fang Junwei was one of them.

He was ruthless and ruthless. He started from scratch and used his black and white abilities to eliminate dissidents and create a sea of ​​stars.

Meng Fan walked into Fang Junwei step by step, the muscles on his face trembling from time to time, his sharp eyes fixed on Fang Junwei, and said: "Brother Zuo and the others?!"

Although Meng Fan's words didn't have much cruelty, their tone was like a whimpering sound in the middle of the night in the wilderness, which scared Fang Junwei to the point where his heart was pounding.

He kept rolling his Adam's apple, quickly took out the phone from his hand, and said twitchingly: "You... what do you want to do, Meng Fan, you... you can't mess around, there is... there is Xiao Min, I...

…I’ll… give her a… call right now?!”

Meng Fan raised the corners of his mouth, smiled contemptuously, snatched the phone from Fang Junwei's hand, and said: "You have the courage to provoke but not the courage to end it. Uncle, I really underestimate you. I only ask you Brother Zuo and Brother Jun

Where are the people?!”

Fang Junwei was choked by Meng Fan, and he was suffocated and couldn't breathe. His cheeks turned red, and he said with great effort: "It's... it's... down there?!"

Meng Fan followed Fang Junwei's gesture and looked sharply toward the floor, his pupils constricted. As soon as the cold light hit Fang Junwei's eyes, a cold voice sounded again, without a trace of emotion: "Take me there?!"

Fang Junwei nodded tremblingly, not caring about asking for help, but silently praying in his heart that Meng Fan would not do anything random.

Following Fang Junwei step by step towards the next room, Meng Fan kept scanning the layout of the villa. Although he was not a professional soldier and had not received professional training, he had been on the verge of death for so long.

There is still some awareness of prevention and detection.

After a while, he came to the room next door in the hall. The dim light was like a toilet in an alley in a residential area. Not to mention the small size of the room, it also had a musty smell. Meng Fan could not imagine how magnificent this place was.

There is actually such a room.

Fang Junwei raised his hands and walked into the room step by step, then followed the direction of the stairs and slowly walked towards the basement.

The dark and damp air rushed towards him from below, and Meng Fan's pupils narrowed even more, like a cat, with eyes in all directions and ears listening in all directions.

After arriving at the basement, Fang Junwei was the first to pause. Meng Fan made a sound and quickly followed his gaze. He saw two men lying in the corner of the basement. They were Zuo Shuai and Li Zhijun, who were seriously injured.

Zuo Shuai was the most seriously injured. As he had been shot in the back, blurry blood had slowly flowed out along the damp ground. Li Zhijun's face was beaten beyond recognition. Although his flesh and blood were not bloody, his facial features were distorted.

At this time, he was in a semi-conscious and semi-awake state, with moans coming from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Meng Fan became furious, glared at Fang Junwei and asked: "What did you do?!"

Fang Junwei didn't dare to look directly into Meng Fan's eyes, looked at the ground evasively, and said without confidence: "So... that's right?!"

Meng Fan nodded heavily, picked up Fang Junwei by the neck, like a chicken, and threw it to Zuo Shuai and Li Zhijun, then strode over, pulled Zuo Shuai and Li Zhijun, and shouted worriedly

: "Brother Zuo, Brother Zuo, Brother Jun, Brother Jun, wake up, wake up?!"

Zuo Shuai had already gone into shock due to excessive blood loss. His eyes were closed deeply, without any trace of life, and the color of his cheeks was no longer as rosy as before, replaced by a kind of burnt yellow.

Seeing this, Meng Fan became more and more worried. At this time, Li Zhijun let out a slight groan and slowly opened his eyes. Through the blurred vision and dim light, he saw Meng Fan with the eyeliner and said softly: "

Fan...Fanzi, you...are you okay?!"

Meng Fan was so anxious that he ignored Li Zhijun, stood up from the ground, and roared: "Fang Junwei, you have done your damnedest thing, don't you want to leave a way out for yourself?!"

Fang Junwei was so frightened by Meng Fan's roar that he looked up at Meng Fan with panic in his eyes. His mouth kept trembling, but he never dared to say a word. He was so scared that he was stunned.

Meng Fan looked at Zuo Shuai and Li Zhijun, who were dying in front of him. He knew that it was too late, but it would obviously be too generous to let Fang Junwei go.

He glanced around the basement and saw a medium-long steel pipe thrown on the ground behind him, with sharp thorns on its head.

Seeing this, Meng Fan glanced at Fang Junwei behind him viciously, turned and walked over, quickly picked up the dagger, and said in a cold voice: "You're going to use this thing to hurt my brother, right?!"

Fang Junwei was stunned for a moment, his pupils dilated, and he looked at Meng Fan in horror. He started to retreat, but behind him were walls and sacks containing goods.

When people are on the verge of death, they always have a strong desire to survive. Fang Junwei is a living example. As if he was overly afraid, he kept pulling with his hands, leaned back hard, and shouted: "Meng Fan, Meng Fan,

You can't mess around, you can't, you have to look at Xiao Min's face, you have to think about what Xiao Min will do if she finds out?!"

"Don't fucking mention women to me. In my eyes, women will never be as important as brothers."

Meng Fan roared loudly, interrupted Fang Junwei's plea, shook his head fiercely, and shouted: "I told you from the beginning not to do things too badly, think about Xiao Min, you fucking

How to do something, ah?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Fan grabbed Fang Junwei's ankle and pulled hard, ignoring Fang Junwei's desperate struggle and shouting.

Meng Fan tightened his grip on the steel pipe, stabbed it into Fang Junwei's ankle quickly, and then lifted it up with all his strength, and everything was over.

But Fang Junwei screamed as if he had lost his life. At this time, he no longer had any hatred for Meng Fan. He clutched the sack tightly with both hands and yelled at the sky with tense nerves in his body.

After Meng Fan shook off Fang Junwei's ankles, without saying a word, he took off his coat and put it on Zuo Shuai.

He struggled to carry him on his back, then took Li Zhijun's arm and shouted: "Brother Jun, Brother Jun, wake up, let's go, let's go!?"

Li Zhijun opened his eyes in a daze, but could not see the road clearly at all. The blood on his head was still flowing. Only then did Meng Fan see clearly that Li Zhijun had been beaten badly.

Seeing this, Meng Fan didn't care so much. He knew clearly that if he picked on Fang Junwei's hamstring, Fang Min would definitely end up with him. But if he didn't pick, Meng Fan wouldn't be able to explain to the other brothers. This is love.
Chapter completed!