In the alley, after hearing Pei Wu's words, the two drunkards ran away as if they had been granted amnesty, fearing that they would be disemboweled if they stayed for a few more seconds.
After today, I'm afraid they will never dare to tease beautiful women in the street again.
After venting her anger, Pei Wu did not leave the alley directly, but looked at Ye Fan, with a complex light shining in her beautiful eyes.
After pondering for a moment, she suddenly said: "Hey... I'll give you a piece of advice! When you meet other members of Eastern Divine Sword later, you'd better restrain yourself! With their temperament, they will most likely give you a blow!"
"A show of force?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, slightly surprised.
"Oriental Divine Sword, as the most mysterious organization in China, has very strict selection conditions, and the elimination rate is outrageously high! Only those who have experienced the blood and fire of the battlefield are qualified to become one of them! Like you
This is the first time in more than ten years that I have been admitted by the chief under special circumstances!
Moreover... the news that the leader gave you the token has spread within the organization! Even if you meet the leader like you meet the order, but you have no qualifications in the organization and you are so young, I am afraid it will be difficult to convince the public.
!" Pei Wu explained.
Hearing these words, Ye Fan fell into deep thought.
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
This is true even for special forces with strict disciplines.
The competition between them is very fierce.
Those who can become members of the Eastern Divine Sword can be regarded as the elite among the elite throughout the country. They are arrogant and unwilling to be inferior to others.
For Ye Fan, an "outsider" recognized by Xiang Pojun, it is inevitable that there will be some hostility.
Wanting to understand this, Ye Fan smiled slightly and said:
"I was just entrusted by Mr. Xiang to help retrieve the Buddha's parietal bone relics! As for the competition within your Eastern Divine Sword, it has nothing to do with me! But anyway, Miss Pei Wu, thank you for your advice, you are not that close.
Favor!"
"Oh, right!"
Ye Fan suddenly seemed to have thought of something, looked at Pei Wu's body, and praised sincerely: "You look beautiful in this dress!"
"you!!!"
When Pei Wu heard this, her eyes widened and she glared at Ye Fan fiercely, but her pretty face turned red for the first time and she quickly turned around, fearing that Ye Fan would notice something strange about her.
…
Soon, under the leadership of Pei Wu, Ye Fan walked to the door of the "Night" bar again.
Because it was daytime, the bar was not open yet and the door was closed.
Pei Wu took out a piece of wire from his pocket, fiddled with it in the keyhole a few times, and the door opened.
Such skillful unlocking skills made Ye Fan speechless for a while.
The bar is not big, and the dance floor is about a hundred square meters.
Pei Wu walked inside with familiarity, stopped at the end of the corridor, and knocked a few times in front of a secret door.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
After a while, there was a sound of footsteps inside.
Immediately afterwards, a deep male voice came through the secret door:
"Qingfeng has been sharpened for ten years!"
Hearing this, Pei Wu's eyes sharpened and he said loudly and forcefully:
"The strong man raised his eyebrows and drew his sword from its sheath!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the secret door opened from the inside.
A man of about thirty years old appeared in front of Ye Fan and Pei Wu.
He is about 1.8 meters tall, with dark skin, a muscular body and a muscular body. He wears a black tight-fitting vest on his upper body, and his muscles are as taut as copper poured into iron.
His arms were as thick as an ordinary person's thighs and contained explosive power. His fists were as big as casseroles, and it seemed as if he could punch through cracked gold and stone with a casual punch.
His piercing eyes first fell on Pei Wu, and he said in a loud voice: "No. 5, you are here!"
"Cannon, long time no see!" Pei Wu nodded in greeting.
Immediately afterwards, the dark man looked at Ye Fan again and introduced himself: "Code name - Artillery! Good at heavy weapon shooting and close combat!"
As he said that, Cannon took the initiative to extend his hand.
"Ye Fan!"
Ye Fan took the initiative to report his name, and then politely extended his hand.
Suddenly, an overwhelming force, like a volcano erupting, came from the cannon's hand.
If it were an ordinary person, the bones of his hand would probably be crushed in an instant.
Feeling this, Ye Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a playful smile, and thought to himself:
Is this the beginning of testing?
But such a low way of testing made Ye Fan completely uninterested.
Maybe this cannon was very confident in his own power, but he never imagined that Ye Fan had a heavenly hegemonic body.
Even sharp weapons cannot cause damage to it.
Ye Fan maintained his stretched-out posture, and no matter how hard the artillery was, he looked calm and composed.
Soon, the artillery had exerted 120% of its force, and the veins on his arms were bulging. Even if it was a steel plate, it should be broken.
But Ye Fan still acted like a fine person.
…
Next to him, Pei Wu obviously noticed the strangeness between the two, but did not speak to stop it.
In the military, the strong are always respected.
Without strength, how can you talk about dignity!
These members of the Eastern Divine Sword want to give Ye Fan a show of strength and kill him.
On the other hand, why didn’t Ye Fan think so?
Although he never takes the initiative to cause trouble, he is not a person who is afraid of trouble.
As a strong man in martial arts, he must have his own pride, be proud of the prince, and be arrogant of the prince.
If you just hold back and make concessions, you will only be looked down upon by others.
If we can take this opportunity to scare the opponent, we can save a lot of trouble in the next mission.
On the other side, Can Pao's face became increasingly ugly, with large beads of sweat even appearing on his forehead, and huge waves arose in his heart, and he was extremely surprised.
Cannon is very confident in his hand strength.
Even within Dongfang Shenjian, he can be considered a leader.
Therefore, he deliberately used his own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses by shaking hands, hoping to make Ye Fan look embarrassed.
But Can Pao never expected that Ye Fan's strength far exceeded his imagination.
At this moment, he suddenly tried to pull his hand away, but Ye Fan's seemingly slender hands were like iron pliers, grabbing him tightly and preventing him from moving.
Cannon had a vague hunch that Ye Fan didn't seem to be using all his strength at all, he was just teasing him!
Which one is strong and which one is weak can be known at a glance.
At this time, Ye Fan smiled slightly, looked at the blushing Cannon in front of him, and said jokingly: "Brother Cannon, you are too enthusiastic, why do you keep holding my hand?"
Hearing this, Artillery's heart felt as if ten thousand grass-mud horses were running past.
Don't be such a bully!
It was obviously you who was holding my hand, why did you slap it down?
But at this moment, Artillery is dumb and unable to express his suffering.
If he refuted, it would be equivalent to losing to Mark and giving in.
With his pride, he would never allow this to happen.
…
For a moment, the atmosphere in the venue became a little strange.
A few minutes later, Cannon's whole body was soaked with sweat, his eyes were about to burst, and his hair stood on end. It was obvious that he had exerted enough strength, but he still could not shake Ye Fan in the slightest.
Just when he could no longer hold on, Ye Fan finally let go.
Cannon was relieved, and the pressure on his body suddenly reduced. He took several steps back and kept shaking his right hand.
"Brother Artillery, give in, give in!" Ye Fan said, cupping his fists.
Hearing this, Artillery felt uncomfortable and said in a loud voice:
"Hmph... If you win, you will win, if you lose, you will lose! I, Artillery, am not someone who cannot afford to lose! However, don't be too complacent! We are full of masters within the Eastern Divine Sword! If Brother Xiao takes action, he will knock you down in minutes.
Down!"
Hearing the last sentence, Pei Wu next to him raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard something incredible, and couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Night Owl? Why is he here? Hasn't he been at the border of southern Yunnan?"
"Haha... Last week, Brother Xiao single-handedly destroyed eight of the Burmese gang's dens and beat them to a pulp. They didn't dare to make mistakes! Just when they got the chance, the organization sent Brother Xiao to help!" Artillery
Said with pride.
When Ye Fan heard this, he secretly wrote down the name "Ye Xiao" in his heart.
Being able to make Cannon convinced and surprise Pei Wu, this person is by no means an ordinary person.
At this time, Artillery waved his hand and said: "Brother Xiao is already waiting inside, let's go in!"
After saying that, he led the way and walked down the spiral staircase.
Only then did Ye Fan realize that there was something inside this dark room, and there was also a huge underground space hidden.
But looking from the outside, you will never notice the mystery inside.