Chapter 492 Let the whole An family be buried with him
Chapter 492 Let the entire Anjia be buried with him
Fan Jianqiang didn't know whether the names he shouted were correct or not, but he shouted them in Chinese. The expressions of the people in the corridor immediately reacted, and Fan Qianqiang knew that the three people inside were not deceiving him.
Someone rushed over to him, shouting at him, and stretched out his hand to hit him. Fan Jianqiang didn't even blink, and kicked the person first, causing him to curl up on the ground like a prawn, unable to move.
The people in the corridor immediately shouted loudly, and an unknown number of people poured out from the rooms on both sides of the corridor. Fan Qiangqiang punched and kicked him, and moved forward bravely, beating these people until they were crawling all over the floor. After a while, people from behind also surrounded him.
, Fan Jianqiang completely ignored it, and continued to walk forward, opening and closing, not paying attention to any martial arts moves at all, just punching directly to the flesh, knocking him to the ground!
"I will not change my name in business or my surname in office. I am from China. Fan Jianqiang is my master! If you dare to send people to kill him, you must be mentally prepared to accept revenge!"
Someone behind heard these words and immediately knew that the situation was not that simple. Someone immediately took out his mobile phone...
Fan Jianqiang was not a light striker. If he met someone with bare hands, he would just hit him on the ground and be unable to get up. If he met someone with a knife, Fan Jianqiang would definitely lose an arm or a leg. When he walked all the way to the T-intersection,
No one used a gun yet, until there was no one in front of him, and another wooden door appeared at the intersection of the corridor.
A group of people ran out from inside again, and each of these people had a gun. They drew their guns about thirty meters away from each other.
Fan Jianqiang moved in an instant, as fast as the wind, and ran towards those who had drawn their guns. Amidst the sound of gunfire, Fan Jianqiang stretched out his hand to block the bullets, and rushed forward, smashing and beating them randomly.
These gunmen could not have imagined that this man was not even afraid of bullets. They were caught off guard. How could Fan Jianqiang be polite to them when faced with someone who was using a gun! Three of the two moves were all heavy-handed attacks!
Going further, someone suddenly took a small gun and opened fire at Fan Jianqiang, shouting and yelling. Fan Jianqiang was like a superman and hit the wall. After receiving a few bullets, he opened fire in his hand.
There was also an extra pistol, and several shots were fired in succession. The man holding the micro-gun was hit in the head by a bullet and fell to the ground.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!" Fan Qiangqiang shouted wildly and continued to walk forward.
The third stage of King Kong’s physique is indeed extraordinary!
Pick up that micro punch and keep moving forward!
Who would have thought that a man of flesh and blood would not even be afraid of bullets!
Fan Jianqiang just rushed into the largest office inside, holding a micro-gun, which was really intimidating. In this big office, some people were bare-handed and some had pistols in their hands. They were all dumbfounded and hurriedly raised their hands.
He raised his hands to express surrender.
Fan Jianqiang looked at the people in front of him slowly and sneered: "Who are An Xiaowu, An Zhiyi, Song Yansong, and Gu Yucheng? Who can tell me, I won't kill him!"
A fat man in a white shirt shouted: "This hero, the people you mentioned are not here! An Xiaowu and An Zhiyi went to Naypyidaw, Gu Yucheng went to Yangon, and Song Yansong went to Huaxia! They all
Not here!"
Fan Jianqiang saw that this man had a sinister face and did not seem as panicked as the others. He seemed to have some status. Fan Jianqiang pointed his gun directly at him, walked over with a smile and said, "What's your name?"
"My name is Jia San, a good man. I am the manager here. Do you have any grudge against Mr. An, Mr. Gu, and Mr. Song? They rarely come here once or twice a month. I won't lie.
It's true."
Fan Qiangqiang walked over with a smile and said, "Since I'm not here, forget it. Are you the manager here?"
"Yes, yes." The fat man said repeatedly.
"Very good. As for me, I just know these few people. I have no grievances with you Anjia, and I don't want to trouble you at all. It was you who provoked Mr. Fan in the first place. The gunmen you arranged in Mohai killed
I killed one of Mr. Fan’s subordinates, so I came to Myanmar!”
Fatty Hengrou said in confusion: "I don't know Mr. Fan you are talking about! Is there any misunderstanding about this good man?"
Fan Jianqiang laughed and said: "Damn fat man, you said you are just the manager here?"
"Yes, I'm really the manager."
"Idiot! If you are just a manager, why do you say you don't know Mr. Fan? Stop pretending, I know you are someone with some weight!"
Fan Qianqiang pointed the gun at his head.
The fat man suddenly broke into a cold sweat and waved his hands hurriedly: "Hero, you misunderstood, I am really not a person of any importance! I am just a manager!"
Fan Qiangqiang shouted: "Kneel down for me!"
The fat man almost didn't hesitate and immediately knelt on the ground. Fan Jianqiang stepped forward quickly and kicked him out. When the fat man saw that he had a gun in his hand, he didn't even dare to hide, but was kicked down by Fan Jianqiang.
"Listen, now, call the head of your An family immediately and tell him to make peace with me! Otherwise, I will destroy all of your An family!"
An imperceptible gleam flashed in the fat man's eyes.
"How can I have our owner's phone number? I'm just the manager of the casino. I don't know the owner's number!"
Fan Jianqiang pointed the gun at his forehead and said with a smile: "It seems that you are still insulting my observation skills. It doesn't matter. Since you are just a small manager, then it doesn't matter if I kill you, right?"
"
The fat man hurriedly screamed: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll call right away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
The fat man was stunned and looked at Fan Jianqiang, as if he was asking for Fan Jianqiang's opinion with his eyes.
"Answer the phone!" Fan Qiangqiang shouted.
The fat man slowly reached into his bag and took out his mobile phone with a flattering smile on his face.
The fat man dialed the answer button and called into the phone: "Sir... um... he is here..."
With another flattering smile, the fat man handed the phone to Fan Jianqiang.
Fan Jianqiang took his mobile phone, and a middle-aged man's rich voice came from the phone: "Your Excellency, Fan Jianqiang sent you?"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Please be polite, sir! I am An Tianyi, the head of the An family!"
"So you are the boss of the An family! Very good, I am looking for you! Damn, you dare to touch Mr. Fan! Did you take the courage of a leopard? Your people killed one of Mr. Fan's subordinates, and we have to settle the score
Forget it!"
"It's just that one of my subordinates died. How many of my subordinates did you kill? How are you going to settle my account?"
"Hey, you still want to settle a score with me? You idiot did it first! Okay, wait until I destroy a few more of your territories and kill a few more of your people!"
"You!" An Tian shouted angrily, "Do you believe that I can prevent you from leaving Wa City!"
"How dare you threaten me?!"
Fan Jianqiang opened fire directly, and without hesitation, he hit the fat man with all his bullets. The fat man was hit by numerous bullets and died on the spot.
There were screams of exclamation one after another in the big office.
"Isn't it cool to kill your little casino manager? An Tianyi?"
"You are looking for death!" An Tianyi roared.
"Looking for death? I don't know who died! Do you think our Mr. Fan is easy to bully? Who knows? You are also a gunman for others. Is it Huangfu Bo? Or Wen Renshuo? Or Duan Heng? Lian
No one from the Guwu family dared to touch Mr. Fan easily, so he asked you Anjia to be used as cannon fodder, but you actually dared to send people to deal with us! Are you tired of living?"
An Tianyi shouted: "You are brave! If you want to die, it's very simple! I will send the most elite men to kill you! Kill all the men named Fan!"
"You are stupid, but you are really stupid! Why don't even the Guwu family do it themselves? Think about it! You actually want the entire An family to be buried with you, that's great, I will do what you want!"
An Tianyi laughed wildly on the other end of the phone: "You take yourself too seriously and let the entire An family be buried with you? Do you think you are qualified for this?"
"Oh? Don't you think so? Well, do you have this kind of thing to try?"
"How do you want to try?"
"Make an appointment at a place where there are no people around, and ask your experts from the An family to come over, and let's compete!"
"Okay! Tomorrow morning, at the top of Mandalay Mountain! In the open space between Lechi Temple and Minfu Temple! Do you dare to come?"
“Great!”
Fan Jianqiang glanced at the people in the big office coldly, put the fat man's cell phone in his pocket, returned the same way with a smile, held the microflush in his hand, and walked out swaggeringly.
Someone was shouting loudly in Chinese and Burmese outside. The thugs stepped out of the way and glared at Fan Jianqiang with murderous intent.
Fan Jianqiang stood firm and unafraid, as if these people were standing in the way to welcome him!
When he walked to the entrance of the casino, he folded the micro punch in his hand hard. The all-metal micro punch was bent into an arc like a rice cake and threw it on the ground.
After leaving, Fan Jianqiang walked for a while, shook off the person following him, and used the body transformation technique to look like a local, wearing a Burmese robe and a skullcap. He was short in stature and unattractive in appearance.
Fan Jianqiang called a rickshaw and said in English and Chinese that he was going to Mandalay Mountain. It took the driver a long time to understand that this guest dressed as a local was going to Mandalay Mountain to worship Buddha.
Seeing that he was a foreigner, the coachman asked for 3,000 Myanmar kyats, which was three times the usual price. How could Fan Qiangqiang argue with him about the price? What's more, one Chinese currency was exchanged for 160 Myanmar kyats, and 3,000 kyats was only 2
The price was less than ten yuan, and Fan Jianqiang didn't know the exchange rate, so he gave him a 100-yuan Chinese currency and asked him to ride.
The coachman was very happy when he saw this bright red banknote from a neighboring country.
After riding for half an hour, Fan Jianqiang arrived at the foot of Mandalay Mountain and walked up the climbing steps. The state religion of Myanmar is Buddhism, which is heavily influenced by India. It believes in Theravada Buddhism. There are eight Buddhist temples in Mandalay Mountain.
It is very famous, and a large number of devout believers come to worship every day.
Mandalay Mountain is not high, only more than 200 meters high, but Wa City is located in a plain. On Mandalay Mountain, you can not only overlook the Irrawaddy River, but also the entire Wa City. Therefore, Mandalay Mountain is also the best place to watch the sun.
A place for sunrise and sunset.
Fan Qiangqiang climbed up the steps, but he had no intention of admiring the Buddhist temples here. Soon, he reached the top of the mountain and found the open space between Lechi Temple and Minfu Temple. Although he was not afraid of Anjia's masters, he was also
We will not underestimate the enemy. We come here in advance to observe the terrain to prevent An Tian from plotting.
I found a place on the mountain, called a member of the Flying Fox tribe out, and asked him to guard the outside, while I entered the werewolf's territory on top of the spiritual energy black jade to practice spiritual energy.
A few hours later, Fan Jianqiang received the message from the Flying Fox tribe that someone had arrived!
Fan Jianqiang appeared in the outside world in the form of a previous local, hiding in the dark, and at the same time sent the Flying Fox tribe back.
It was four o'clock in the morning, and people from Anjia were arriving one after another. There were more and more people. At a rough count, there were one or two hundred people, and they were still rushing up the mountain.
Fan Jianqiang saw that they were hiding knives and other cold weapons, and when it was almost five o'clock, the people who went up the mountain looked like masters of martial arts. In this full hour, four to five hundred people from the An family had already arrived!
At this time, there was already a ray of light in the sky, and the golden sunshine gradually appeared on the east side of Mandalay Mountain...