Three stalled black full-size Cadillacs were quietly lying on the roadside late at night.
Ma Zicong, the Japanese female grandmaster, and three figures have been standing here for a long time.
Seeing a figure appearing at the end of the road, Ma Zicong immediately waved his hand: "Get in the car and get ready to go."
The Cadillac started the engine, and in an instant, headlights illuminated the approaching figures.
Several people who were about to get on the bus glanced at it subconsciously.
Immediately, everyone was stunned and stopped getting into the car.
"The banquet of hundreds of tribes is not over yet. You should leave now. Isn't it great?"
In the shocked eyes of several people, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Nangong Wuxiu's mouth. His figure suddenly disappeared and appeared in the crowd in an instant...
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Three minutes later.
Lu Fan stood quietly beside the Cadillac, frowning and looking around.
He did not see Ma Zicong and the others that Dongfang Yanran mentioned. Apart from three Cadillacs with their engines still running, the only person waiting here was the black short blade that landed at his feet.
"Sea Aster."
Lu Fan bent down and held the short blade in his hand, raised his head, and glanced at the darkness in the wilderness.
"Brother Lu."
At this moment, a voice sounded from the darkness behind him.
Lu Fan turned around and saw a figure slowly walking out, with a slight smile on his face, and walked quickly to Lu Fan.
"arbor?"
The person who came was in his thirties, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and looked gentle and elegant. He was a member of the Zulong Palace and the ancient follower Qiao Mu that Lu Fan had seen in the ancient Prairie Hall.
He is also Yang Zipei, the captain of Hai Ziyuan's team.
"Why are you alone?"
Lu Fan glanced behind him. He had known for a long time that the people from Zulong Palace sneaked into the competition site to protect him.
He also met Hai Ziyuan and Yang Zipei. He personally learned from Yang Zipei that Tang Huanxi had handed over all his family property to Tang Sheng and was currently penniless.
"Oh, you mean Ma Zicong and the others."
Qiao Mu came to Lu Fan very familiarly and explained with a smile: "Something happened at Nandu. They went back first and didn't leave with us."
"gone?"
Lu Fan opened his palm, and inside was Hai Ziyuan's black short knife: "You didn't even have time to take the knife, so you just left?"
When Qiao Mu saw the blade in Lu Fan's hand, he was obviously startled, but then he explained: "Oh, maybe I left in a hurry and forgot to bring it with me."
"Why don't you give me this thing, and when I return to Nandu, I will personally hand the dagger to her?"
Lu Fan didn't speak. He looked at Qiao Mu for a moment and nodded: "Well, you can take it. It's useless if you put it in my hand. Let's go back to Nandu first."
The two of them got into the car. Qiao Mu sat in the cab and stepped on the accelerator, taking Lu Fan directly along the suburban road and quickly away.
On the way, he adjusted the rearview mirror, looked at Lu Fan sitting in the back seat and asked, "Shall we go back to Nandu directly? Aren't Liu Qingqing and the others still in Jinling, and we won't pick them up?"
"No need, they have already left early. I asked people from the Wang family to pick them up. Let's go back directly."
Lu Fan spoke calmly, then closed his eyes and fell into a state of rest.
Nandu.
Baihua International Building.
Tang Huanxi, who was wearing a black professional skirt, had a pretty face full of anger. Her eyes were fixed on Tang Sheng, who was sitting on the office chair that belonged to her. She gritted her silver teeth and said in a cold voice: "How dare you?
Going back on your word?"
She never dreamed that she would go bankrupt and give up everything in an attempt to get information about Lu Fan from Tang Sheng. In the end, she would get Tang Sheng's betrayal, not only that he would not reveal anything to her during this period of time.
Any news about Lu Fan requires her to personally persuade Wu Xiongfei to hand over all the shares of Huarong Group and make them his own!
Old God Tang Sheng was sitting on the office chair, shaking the Patek Philippe in his hand, and looked down upon Tang Huanxi arrogantly: "Actually, you can't blame me for this. I promised you before that as long as you hand over all the property in your hand,
I will take you to Jinling and help you find Lu Fan."
"But, now I have no say. The boss above me has told me that this matter is too risky, and the few assets you have are not enough."
"Only by counting all the shares of Huarong Group, my boss can help you consider whether this matter can be done..."
"Your boss?"
Tang Huanxi was slightly startled: "Who is it?"
"Of course it's me, Miss Tang, who is beautiful."
The office door was suddenly pushed open, and a group of people suddenly rushed in. The leader was a white-haired man, tall and tall, with a cigar in his mouth, but his eyes were like knives, scanning Tang Huanxi's perfect curves fiercely.
