"Also... Angel Palace is the largest killer organization in China. In terms of hard power, it may be difficult for them to rule a huge area. This is not their strength."
Zhong Boyong's tone was indifferent: "I'm just talking about assassinations. Looking at China, I'm afraid no one can be their opponent."
"So, should we find an opportunity to inform the Liu family of this news so that they can prepare in advance?" Zhong Waner asked.
"Being not."
Zhong Boyong waved his hand: "I will wait until I have been to Shangjing and met the people in the Angel Palace. Your mission is to establish a good relationship with your husband as soon as possible before I come back. This opportunity is rare, so don't miss it in vain..."
Two hours later.
The train arrived at Jinling High-speed Railway Station, and Lu Fan also packed his things and got off.
Until he left the station, he never saw Ma Lianhua and Ma Lianfu again.
He didn't act cruelly just now. After all, these two people were also members of the Ma family. If they really counted, they might have something to do with him, so he showed mercy and didn't have to worry about Ma Lianhua's safety.
Lu Fan walked out of the station, followed the text message prompts sent by Lu Fuqing, walked around the station and came to the east station exit.
At a glance, he saw a black Audi parked across the road.
Lu Fuqing stood in front of the car with his cane and looked around.
"Mr. Lu."
Lu Fan smiled and said hello, and then walked over: "Why are you here in person so late? Just send me the address and I can just take a taxi."
"This is the first time that the young master has come to Jinling. I'm afraid that the young master doesn't know him..."
When Lu Fuqing saw Lu Fan, his elderly face was also happy.
But at this moment, a yellow man with a cigarette in his mouth suddenly walked out of the shadows on the roadside.
While lifting his pants, he pointed at Lu Fuqing and cursed: "You bad old man, who asked you to rely on my car? This car was bought last month. Don't damage it."
As he said that, he had already walked up to him, grabbed Lu Fuqing's shoulders, and pushed him aside.
Lu Fan frowned and was about to speak.
"Master, get in the car and go back to rest first. It's too late, be careful of catching a cold..."
Lu Fuqing hurriedly took Lu Fan's arm and said with concern.
"Who is he?" Lu Fan asked, staring at Huang Mao who was opening the car door.
"Well, he is the driver of the family. I told them that I was going to pick up a friend at the station tonight. I didn't dare to say it was you, Master. My attitude was a bit disrespectful. Master, please don't mind..." Lu Fuqing explained.
Lu Fan didn't look good. It didn't matter to him whether Huang Mao was respectful or not, but it seemed that he didn't take Lu Fuqing, the former great butler of the Lu family, seriously.
You know, even if Lu Fuqing throws away his previous status in the Lu family, before that, he was still Ma Yingfeng's dowry maid. No matter how low his status is, he won't be troubled by a driver, right?
"What are you two talking about? If you don't hurry up and get on the bus, you will have to accompany an old guy to the station to pick up a loser in the middle of the night. This is so fucking unlucky."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Huang Mao opened the car door impatiently and got into the cab.
"Put your things in the trunk. Put them slowly so you don't damage my car."
"Both of you, sit in the back seat and put newspapers on the back seat to avoid dirtying the car."
The passenger window was lowered, and Huang Mao said with a teasing expression.
Lu Fan helped Lu Fuqing walk to the Audi car. When he opened the back door and saw the back seat covered with newspapers, his eyes instantly turned cold.
"Is this how you came by car?" Lu Fan looked at Lu Fuqing and asked.
Lu Fuqing's face froze, "What, this is also a new car they bought, take care of it, it's nothing..."
"cherish?"
Lu Fan smiled.
"Come out here."
Lu Fan opened the door, reached out and lifted Huang Mao out of the cab.
Huang Mao was furious: "What the hell are you doing?"
"Snapped!"
Lu Fan slapped Huang Mao on the face, pointed at the newspaper on the back seat and asked, "Who told you to do this?"
The yellow-haired face was swollen, but he still yelled: "Draw it up, you, a poor country boy, dare to hit me, I will skin you!"
"Snapped!"
Lu Fan slapped Huang Mao on the face again.
Huang Mao flew out and hit the ground face first, breaking several of his bones.
He was so angry that he yelled with his mouth open: "I'll fucking kill you country loser..."
"Country loser?"
Lu Fan sneered: "I have seen your Ma family dogs relying on human power, but I have never seen a pug dare to rely on its master and bark outside!"
"Snapped!"
Lu Fan slapped Huang Mao again, picked him up from the ground, and threw him aside.
Huang Mao fell in front of Lu Fuqing, vomiting blood from his mouth.
"Apologise to Mr. Lu, or I will smash your mouth full of dog teeth today!"
