As soon as Fang Yidao spoke, there was a promise from below, and three or four people took action to remove the corpses on the ground and clean them. Half a minute later, the street was as clean as ever as if nothing had happened.
The strange thing is that no matter whether it is the people walking on the street or the customers feasting in the hot pot restaurant, they all have no unusual expressions and continue to do their own thing after watching the excitement.
"Who are you?" The sword-browed man upstairs said solemnly.
"Are you Fang Yidao?" Wen Yan asked back.
"Answer my question!" The sword-browed man's face was expressionless, and his eyes were so cold that it was terrifying.
Wen Yan adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "One of your brothers was arrested this afternoon."
The sword-browed man sneered: "Sure enough, you are the kid in the news. You have the guts to come here. OK, I admire you. Come on up!"
Immediately someone approached and shouted: "Follow me."
Wen Yan raised his eyebrows and followed the man into the hot pot restaurant, went straight up the stairs, and went up floor by floor to the fourth floor.
Several strong men at the top of the stairs looked at him coldly. Unlike the gangsters on the street outside, although these guys were dressed in ordinary clothes, the aura they exuded was far from comparable to those street gangsters.
Wen Yan approached as if he hadn't seen them, and followed the leader into a large, brightly lit room. At a glance, he saw the sword-browed man sitting behind the coffee table. The latter's upper body was bare, his muscles were bulging, and he was visually...
There is a sense of violent beauty, and combined with his rather majestic face, it gives people a powerful and oppressive feeling.
From his left chest to his right waist, there was a shockingly long scar.
"Sit down." Fang Yidao said coldly.
Wen Yan looked around and couldn't help but smile.
Apart from the bench Fang Yidao sat on, there was no other thing in the room that he could sit on.
Someone from the left and right moved closer at the same time, and two big hands pressed on his shoulders: "Brother Dao, let you sit down!"
Wen Yan shook his shoulders, and the two people who were trying to push him down on the ground felt their hands slip and almost fell down.
"A few moments." Fang Yidao's eyes moved, and he raised his hand to signal the two people who were about to get angry to move away, "Have you practiced?"
"I want to tell you two things. First, I killed Liu Mang and it had nothing to do with Niu Xiaotian." Wen Yan said calmly, as if he hadn't heard what he said, "Second, I was the one responsible for what happened to you this afternoon, because
Your people kill innocent people at will, and I want to take the blame from you!"
Fang Yidao's eyes lit up: "How brave! But what I'm curious about is, when was it your turn to decide things in my territory?"
As soon as the last word was spoken, the two men who had just pressed Wen Yan simultaneously took out pistols from their waists, one on the left and one on the right, and pressed them against Wen Yan's temples.
"Using a gun is the behavior of a weak person." Wen Yan's expression did not change at all, and he said slowly, "My suggestion is to kick these two losers out of your circle of brothers."
There were seven or eight people in the room, all of whom sneered. Even Fang Yidao couldn't help laughing: "Haha, tell me, what qualifications do you have to say these two sentences?"
Click!
The safety of the two guns was opened at the same time, and one person said viciously: "Go to hell!"
At this moment, Wen Yan reached out his hands like lightning and grabbed the barrels of the two guns.
Although Fang Yidao was surprised, he couldn't help but sneered twice.
Want to seize the gun? Looking for death!
Wen Yan moved his hands together and slowly pulled it upward.
Everyone's smiles, including Fang Yidao's, froze instantly. Wen Yan's hands slowly bent the barrel of the gun, and finally bent it to an upward angle of 90 degrees!
The two men with guns were completely stunned.
How strong is this fucking hand?
"Fang Yidao, if I want to kill you." Wen Yan let go of his hand, "No one in this room can stop me. Based on this, I should be qualified enough."
"What a fool!" The two strong men stared blankly at the deformed gun in their hands, and almost at the same time, they struck Wen Yan on the head with the gun!
Wen Yan moved his hands out again, and the seemingly unpleasant movement came first, hitting the chests of the two of them.
Puff!
The two fell out and hit the wall.
puff!
The big man on the left covered his chest and looked up, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and knelt down on the ground. The man on the right was in better condition, but the blood that kept flowing out of his mouth after he knelt made it known that he was definitely not doing well.
Everyone around was dumbfounded.
What is this? A punch that causes internal bleeding?
"It turns out you're pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, okay!" Fang Yidao shouted loudly, spreading his right hand flat, "Knife!"
Behind him, a strong man at least 1.8 meters tall immediately handed over a machete that was fifty centimeters long.
Fang Yidao held the handle with one hand, stood up, kicked the coffee table in front of him, and shouted coldly: "Kill me, you can do whatever you want!"
The strong man with the sword is short, and the whole looks like a tiger that chooses and devours people.
Wen Yan said thoughtfully: "If I kill you, who can guarantee that they won't cause trouble for me?"
"My word from Fang Yidao is a guarantee!" Fang Yidao snorted coldly, "Give him the knife!"
Someone immediately ran over and handed over another machete of the same style.
"Using a knife is the behavior of a weak person." Wen Yan didn't even look at the man who handed him the knife. "I can kill you with my hands."
Fang Yidao was furious, but he did not dare to despise the other party's words again.
This seemingly gentle and delicate boy is definitely not an ordinary person!
"But I'm not going to kill you, so it doesn't matter if I use a knife." Wen Yan suddenly smiled, took the knife next to him, and walked towards Fang Yidao.
"Are you kidding me?" Fang Yidao was furious. He stepped forward and swung the machete in his hand wildly!
Almost at the same time, Wen Yan used the same action and struck out with lightning!
when!
Amidst the piercing sound of gold and iron, a machete flew out, passed through the window, and fell from the balcony.
"Ah!" A scream came from below. It seemed that someone had been accidentally injured.
Fang Yidao held his bleeding right wrist and could hardly believe his eyes.
Bang!
Wen Yan threw away the knife in his hand and said easily: "You lose."
Others in the room were dumbfounded again.
Defeated in seconds?!
Fang Yidao looked at his right hand, which was bleeding profusely because the tiger's mouth was shattered.
The sword strike just now was so fast that he could hardly see clearly. Before today, he never imagined that anyone in the world could be that fast!
In comparison, the power of Wen Yan's sword was not so shocking.
"Who are you?" Fang Yidao slowly raised his eyes.
"I'll only say it once, remember it." Wen Yan adjusted his glasses, "My name is Wen Yan, gentle Wen, language Yan."
The sound of rapid footsteps suddenly came, and the earring man who had been in contact with Wen Yan before shouted angrily and rushed upstairs: "Brother Dao! That guy Lu Tianchuan led people to smash us..." The voice stopped suddenly, and he looked back and forth with his mouth open.
Holding Wen Yan and Fang Yidao in his right hand.
Fang Yidao acted as if he hadn't heard what he said, and muttered a few words through his teeth: "I remember, Liu Mang's death has been written off, and I will give you an explanation for the indiscriminate killing of innocent people within three days."
Wen Yan praised: "What a man, I believe you for being so cheerful!" He turned around and walked steadily outside. When he passed by the earring man, he glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
It wasn't until he went downstairs that Fang Yidao shouted: "Take all the people and follow me!"
"Brother, where are you going?" a person next to him blurted out.
"Since Lu Tianchuan doesn't want to sit in the position of director for too long, then I will send him away!" A cold light flashed in Fang Yidao's eyes.
"But...your injury..." the earring man couldn't help but said.
Fang Yidao moved his right hand twice, frowned and said: "This hand is temporarily disabled, I still have my left hand!"
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
That kid is so powerful, which mountain did he come from?
Could it be...that he was his former enemy?
No, if that were the case, he would be dead by now. If that kid just backhands him with a second knife, he will definitely die!
Forget it, wait until the matter at hand is over before trying to check on him!
…
At eight o'clock the next morning, Wen Yanzheng was sitting with Wen's mother having breakfast, and a piece of news on the TV that was on attracted his attention.
"...A fierce fight broke out in the third section of the North Second Ring Road. The police have not yet disclosed the specific number of casualties. However, according to our reporters' on-site visits, the gang members headed by Fang Mingrui suffered heavy casualties. The police have issued a warning about Fang Mingrui.
Level wanted order..."
"We say we are wanted every day, but we haven't caught them yet?" Mother Wen sighed softly, "Oh, there are so many messy people in society, why can't these policemen always catch them?"
Wen Yan smiled and said, "Mom, you worry too much. Just leave this kind of thing to the police and let's live our own lives."
"That's right, leave him alone." Mother Wen smiled, "By the way, have you contacted that girl who came to see you yesterday?"
Wen Yan scratched his head: "Forget it, let's talk about these social phenomena..."
Ding dong!
The doorbell rings.
"Who is it?" Mother Wen went to open the door.
"It's me, Wen Jing." A crisp response came from outside the door.
Mother Wen was stunned and turned back to look at Wen Yan.
Wen Yan was stunned.
If you say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive?
"Girl, is that you? Come in quickly." Mother Wen opened the door and let in Wen Jing, who was wearing sportswear outside. "Have you had breakfast?"
"Eat. I was passing by for my morning exercise. I asked Brother Wen if I had anything to do." There were obvious sweat stains on Wen Jing's forehead. She didn't know if it was because of the exercise, but there was a little blush on her cheeks.
Wen Yan was surprised: "Isn't the agreed time noon?"
Mother Wen’s eyes lit up next to her.
This guy didn’t say it openly, but it turned out there was a real connection!
Wen Jing shook her head and said, "It's not about that, it's about other things. Brother Wen, my dad wants to treat you to a meal. Thank you for saving him."
Wen Yan smiled hoarsely: "That's not why you came here."
He has to go to Wen's house later. If he wants to invite him to dinner, he can just say it later. There must be something fishy about this girl finding such an excuse.
Wen Jing didn't expect to be exposed by him so easily. The blush on her cheeks instantly increased, and the originally cheerful girl actually became squirmy.
Mother Wen next to her said wisely: "You guys chat, I'll go to the kitchen to clean up."
Watching her enter the kitchen, Wen Yancai said: "Hurry up, I have to go out after it's late."
Wen Jing hesitated for a long time, and finally summoned up the courage: "Can you... pretend to be my boyfriend at noon?"
Wen Yan opened his mouth wide and was speechless.
Pretending to be a boyfriend?
I’ve often heard of this trick, and I’ve seen it in TV dramas and novels, but it actually happened to me?
"Yes...it's like this. The classmate I'm going to help at noon today has...some ideas for me, but I really just want to be his friend, so..." Wen Jing hesitated.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier yesterday?" Wen Yan asked strangely.
"I just informed him this morning that I would take someone to see him. I didn't expect him to misunderstand me and say that I was interested in him. There was a lot of nonsense. I had no choice but to think of a way... okay?"