"Yes, everyone thinks you are uncultured people!" Qian Hao nodded.
"Haha, we have no cultivation at all, because we are villains!" Jiang Fan shook his head and smiled.
"Are you still entering the party?" Qian Hao said.
"Oh, I don't want to go in anymore. I think everyone will definitely not welcome me anymore. I'd better wait for the meeting outside!" Jiang Fan shook his head and said.
"Then I won't go in anymore. I'll sit with you at the door and wait for them to have a break!" Qian Hao immediately sat on the steps.
Jiang Fan also sat down, "I find that you are becoming more and more mysterious. You just kicked the two security guards away so handsomely!" Qian Hao said with a smile.
"Haha, if I became your brother-in-law one day, it would be mysterious!" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
"Do you really like my sister?" Qian Hao stared at Jiang Fan with his big eyes.
"Haha, everyone has a love for beauty. Of course I like your sister!" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
"It's a pity that you are too short! You have too little hair on your body and not barbaric enough! Alas, my sister won't pay attention to you, you basically have no hope!" Qian Hao shook his head and said.
"In your eyes, is it that the taller a man is, the bigger the hair he has on his body, the more powerful he is?" Jiang Fan said.
"Of course! The taller the man, the more hair, the more powerful he is. Otherwise, that gladiator Rick would be so powerful!" Qian Hao said seriously.
"Haha, you're wrong. There is a saying in our Chinese country: "The bigger the carrot, the hollow the more it is!' People with stronger surfaces are often the best to deal with! A real master does not depend on their tall figure, the gladiator Rick you mentioned
In fact, it is vulnerable. He is like a big balloon, and it can be broken with a slight poke with the tip of a needle!" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
Qian Hao looked at Jiang Fan with confusion and shook his head, "I don't understand what you said. If you say a real master doesn't look at his tall figure, what do you think?"
"Depending on the cultivation level, whoever has higher cultivation level will be powerful!" Jiang Fan said.
"Cultivation? What is cultivation?" Qian Hao said inexplicably.
"Cultivation refers to a person's comprehensive ability. The real life-and-death struggle depends on comprehensive ability." Jiang Fan said.
"From your tone, that gladiator Rick is not a master at all?" Qian Hao looked at Jiang Fan in surprise.
"Haha, Gladiator Rick is at most an inferior boxer in our China country. He can be called a master!" Jiang Fan shook his head disdainfully.
"What about my sister?" Qian Hao said.
"Your sister can only be considered a martial arts enthusiast!" Jiang Fan said.
"My sister has good martial arts skills, she has defeated many people!" Qian Hao said unconvincedly.
"Haha, she only defeated ordinary gangsters, and she was not a master at all." Jiang Fan said with a smile.
"Hmph, then do you think the Seal Special Forces in the Western Country are powerful?" Qian Hao said.
The Seal Special Forces of the Western Kingdom are the most powerful special forces in the Western Kingdom and enjoy a reputation internationally. Their devilish training is regarded as a model for special forces training. Qian Hao is full of worship of the Seal Special Forces of the Western Kingdom, and fantasizes that one day it will become one of them.
One member.
"It's just average, they are not masters!" Jiang Fan shook his head and said.
"What, the Seal Special Forces are not considered masters!" Qian Hao stood up, and he looked at Jiang Fan with a strange look.
Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Then are you a master?" Qian Hao looked at Jiang Fan and said.
"If I compare with the Seal Special Forces, then I will be a master!" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
"What! You mean you are even more powerful than Seal Special Forces! You brag!" Qian Hao said disdainfully.
Suddenly a black car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and the door opened up to a tall, muscular man with golden hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and black gloves on both hands.
Jiang Fan could see at a glance that the man was from a Western country and was full of murderous aura. Jiang Fan found through the perspective that there was a pistol on the man's right thigh and a saber on the left thigh.
The man walked towards the hotel gate. Needless to say, the man must have been a killer sent by the Western Kingdom. Jiang Fan immediately stood up and blocked the man's way.
"This is a private birthday party, and no foreign guests are welcome!" Jiang Fan said coldly.
The man looked at Jiang Fan with contempt, "My name is Pigos. If you don't want to die, get out of here!" He spoke in a stiff Chinese Mandarin.
"Piggos!" Qian Hao said in shock. His favorite thing to check information online is Pigos one of the gold medal killers in the western country. He is elusive and is known as the mysterious Western cowboy.
Jiang Fan didn't know what the West King ace killer killed, and sneered: "You were ordered to kill Qian Lizhen and Qian Hao, right?"
Pigos was shocked, "Oh, you are the agent who protects them! Haha, it's so funny that your China Kingdom will send people like you to protect them!"
"Haha, a person like me is enough to deal with your stupid bulls in the Western country!" Jiang Fan laughed.
Pigos' hairy face immediately became ugly, "Hmph, I'll give you a chance to fight fairly. Let's see who draws his gun faster!" Pigos immediately stood at the hotel door and pointed at the hotel.
Left side of the door.
Jiang Fan looked at Pigos coldly and walked to the left side of the hotel door, "Very good, I count one, two, three, let's draw the gun together to see who's faster!" Pigos said.
"It's not fair, Jiang Fan didn't carry a gun!" Qian Hao said.
"It's okay, Qian Hao, please pick up a leaf for me!" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
"What do you want leaves for?" Qian Hao said in surprise.
"Due with him with leaves!" Jiang Fan said with a smile.
Not only Qian Hao was stunned, but even Pigos was stunned. He shook his head and said, "You Chinese are so funny. If you fight with a leaf with me, you are committing suicide!"
Qian Hao picked up a leaf and handed it to Jiang Fan, "You are scared, can the leaves compare to bullets?" Qian Hao shook his head and said. After he came to Jiang Fan's leaf, he immediately retreated to the door of the hotel.
Getting ready to escape, if Jiang Fan is killed by Pigos, he will escape into the venue.
Jiang Fan didn't say anything, holding his fingers with leaves, and looked at Pigos coldly. Pigos was very cunning, and he called numbers himself, so that his reaction would be faster than the other party.
"Are you ready?" Pigos said.
"It's already ready, you can call numbers!" Jiang Fan sneered.
"one!"
"two!"
"Three!" Before Pigos finished speaking, his hand had already pulled out the gun. When his hand was holding the gun, he suddenly stopped moving and stood there with wide eyes.
Then Pigos fell straight down, like an iron tower, and a plop. His eyes widened, a trace of blood appeared between his eyebrows, and a faint trace of thin scars were vaguely seen.