Hearing the gunfire, Chen Fan suddenly stepped forward and protected Song Wenting behind him. A dozen silver needles in his hand flew out at the same time.
But the next second, Chen Fan was stunned on the spot.
Because he discovered that the gunshot just now was not aimed at them at all.
At this time, Qiao Long was seen lying on the table, vomiting blood from his mouth, and there was a stain of blood on his back!
"ah!"
The beautiful woman who was held in Qiao Long's arms just now screamed in horror and fell to the ground.
Chen Fan was stunned and looked at Qiao Long lying on the table in front of him in surprise.
Qiao Long kept vomiting blood from his mouth, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and disbelief. He wanted to sit up, but he couldn't get up despite holding on to the table in front of him several times.
He wanted to speak, but Qiao Long's mouth was filled with blood, and he couldn't even say a word.
The masked man spoke again: "I said, your life is worthless in my eyes, and these bodyguards behind you are also my people."
Qiao Long, who was lying on the table, was shocked, but now, it was too late.
"Old boss, please, please, don't hurt my mother." Qiao Long tried his best to say these words.
The masked man said nothing.
Qiao Long's trembling hand stretched forward and took the photo on the table in his hand.
Looking at the familiar faces in the photo, Qiao Long shed a tear from the corner of his eye, then his head tilted and he died completely.
Seeing this scene in front of him, Chen Fan's back was already soaked with cold sweat.
The dozen bodyguards reluctantly pulled out the silver needles from their wrists, and then put the pistols back into their waists.
Also shocked was Song Wenting, who also did not expect that things would have such an outcome.
"Godfather, it turns out that you have made arrangements a long time ago." Song Wenting looked at the masked man in surprise.
The masked man said calmly: "Everything about them is under my control."
"Boss!" At this time, more than a dozen bodyguards who had pulled out their silver needles saluted the masked man one after another.
"You all should go out first." The masked man's hoarse voice sounded again.
More than a dozen bodyguards did not dare to show any signs of neglect and took Qiao Long and the frightened beauty out. Others cleaned up the scene.
But just when Chen Fan was about to follow Song Wenting out of the room, the masked man suddenly looked at Chen Fan: "You, stay."
Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, but still stopped.
After a while, only the masked man and Chen Fan were left in the room.
"Do you know why I asked you to come here?" The masked man glanced at Chen Fan and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Let me keep you safe."
But soon, Chen Fan rejected his answer: "No, everything is under your control, so you don't need my protection at all."
The masked man glanced at Chen Fan: "Yes, I asked you to come here without any intention of asking you to protect my safety."
Chen Fan asked back: "Then what do you want me to do? Do you want me to see how you deal with traitors?"
The masked man smiled calmly, and his tone gradually became colder: "Boy, pay attention to the tone of your voice when you speak to me. No one in the entire South China Province dares to speak to me like you do."
Chen Fan simply shut up and looked at the cleaned table, but some traces of blood could still be seen.
The masked man spoke again: "Boy, this Qiao Long, do you know how long he has been following me?"
"For ten years, for ten years, he was also the first person to follow me. He did a lot of things for me, and he was also one of my confidants. This is why I sent him to manage the underground forces in Xiyun Province."
"However, I want you to remember four words. No one can withstand the temptation of interests. People's hearts are the most fickle. The closer the people around you are, the more careful you need to be."
Chen Fan glanced at the masked man: "What about Song Wenting? She just wanted to take a bullet for you. Don't you feel confident about her?"
"Haha, she is just a pawn of mine."
Chen Fan joked: "Your life is really tiring, so why did you tell me so much? Do you also want me to be your chess piece?"
The masked man did not answer Chen Fan's question, but asked: "Now, do you know why I let you see Qiao Long's fate?"
"You want to remind me to beware of big bears."
"It seems you are not stupid."
"You are worrying too much. You and I are different, and neither is Da Xiong or Qiao Long. We are brothers who have passed away. No benefit will change the friendship between the two of us." Chen Fan responded directly.
The masked man sneered: "Haha, friendship? Brothers? You underestimate the world and one person's greed too much."
"If nothing happens, I'll leave first." Chen Fan didn't want to talk to the masked man and turned around to leave.
However, at this moment, the masked man's voice sounded again: "The reason why I tell you this is because I want to train you to be my successor."
Chen Fan paused for a moment, turned around and glanced at the masked man, looking a little surprised and also a little confused.
But Chen Fan still refused: "Sorry, I told you that I'm not interested in the things you do."
Afterwards, Chen Fan opened the door and left the conference room.
Song Wenting stood outside the door. When she saw Chen Fan coming out of the conference room, she hurriedly greeted her. She frowned and asked softly with some worry: "What did my godfather tell you?"
Chen Fan shook his head: "Nothing."
"Is everything going to be okay? Can I leave now?"
Song Wenting nodded.
In fact, she didn't know what would happen today at first, but now, she still finds it a bit unbelievable.
Just when Chen Fan took two steps, thought for a moment, turned to look at Song Wenting and reminded: "Be careful in the future, not everyone is worthy of you taking a bullet for them."
Song Wenting's face first showed a hint of displeasure: "He is my godfather. Without him, I might have starved to death on the streets since I was a child."
Then he looked at Chen Fan jokingly: "That means that in your eyes, I am the person worthy of taking a bullet?"
Chen Fan looked startled, he didn't expect Song Wenting to ask such a question.
"Ahem." Chen Fan coughed a few times: "That's because I promised you to keep you safe, it has nothing to do with it."
After saying that, Chen Fan did not dare to stay here for a long time, for fear that Song Wenting would misunderstand him again.
After walking out of Hongye Bar and breathing in the fresh air outside, Chen Fan's mood gradually calmed down.
Driving away, Chen Fan always had the feeling that this masked man was deliberately trying to win over him.
Help him solve the problem, even Guishou died because of him. Today is to teach him a lesson and let him see the greed of human nature.
"Why is he doing this? Does he just want to train me to be his successor?"