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Chapter 1662: Luo Zhengu

No matter how good Liu Qingqing is, she is still the registered leader of the Nandu Branch of the Martial Alliance.

As long as her identity remains unchanged for a day, she will have to listen to the call of the Martial Alliance.

"I'm not from the Martial Alliance. Their orders are none of my business."

Lu Fan didn't need to think about it to know that his experience in Japan could be hidden from the people below, but he certainly couldn't hide it from the higher-ups.

Moreover, Dongfang Xun and so many elders of the Martial Alliance died in Japan, so it was impossible not to give an explanation.

"You tell them that if they want to see me, they can come directly to Nandu to make an appointment in advance, and I will arrange a time to see them."

Lu Fan emphasized: "Tell them and let them remember clearly that I am not from the Martial League. If they dare to boss me around and do such messy things in the future, if the Martial League sends people to Nandu again, I will

Hit anyone on sight, and don’t spare anyone.”

The reception banquet that Jiang He carefully prepared for Lu Fan was in vain because of Luo Gusha's conspiracy.

However, after getting Lu Fan's repeated confirmation and waiting for the group employees to recover in two days and calling him out for a drink, he happily took Mukang away and went directly to the car repair shop according to Lu Fan's instructions.

I went into seclusion to practice.

Immediately, he asked Zhang Zihao to take a look at the hotel, then took Tang Huanxi away and drove back to Emerald Valley.



night.

Yanliao in northern Xinjiang is known as the ancient martial arts.

Suburbs.

There are a large number of ancient and magnificent buildings standing there.

Here, martial arts is famous.

The mansion of the Luo family, one of the top ten families in the ancient martial arts world of China, is located here.

No strangers are allowed to come near, the Luo family holds all the power of life and death here.

In an attic with red walls and green tiles.

A man was sitting in the middle of the teahouse, sipping wine.


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