After smoking a cigarette, Lin San stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers: "Waiter."
"Brother, what can I do for you?" The waitress who just brought the wontons came over.
"Settling the accounts." As he spoke, Lin San began to pay.
"No need, brother, that gentleman will pay the bill for you." The waitress pointed at Lin San's back.
Lin San was stunned, turned around and saw a 30-year-old man sitting at the table behind him. He seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
At this time, the man stood up from his seat, walked to Lin San, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Friend, we meet again."
Lin San glanced at the hand the man held out to her, showing no intention of shaking hands: "It seems we don't know each other."
The man retracted his hand with a slight embarrassment, sat on the chair opposite Lin San: "We met at the beach a few days ago, and you saved my life at that time."
After the man's reminder, Lin San finally recalled: "Oh, it's you, your injury is healed?" The last time he went to the beach to relax, he happened to encounter the man in front of him being chased by a group of Japanese people, and Lin San took action.
As a result, more than half a month had passed in a blink of an eye, and Lin San had basically forgotten about it.
"My name is Liu Yang." The man stretched out his hand again.
Lin San reached out and shook Liu Yang's hand lightly before letting go: "My name is Lin San."
"Mr. Lin, thank you for saving my life last time..." Liu Yang said gratefully.
Lin San waved his hand: "The matter is over, there is no need to mention it again. Did you come to see me specially today?"
Liu Yang nodded: "Yes, my leader wants to meet you."
"Leader?" Lin San frowned: "What leader?"
Liu Yang smiled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I can't tell you for the time being."
Lin San twisted his mouth and looked a little unhappy: "I don't have time to see your leader, you might as well invite him back." As he spoke, Lin San took out 10 yuan from his pocket and put it on the table: "This is
I'll give you back the wonton money." After saying that, Lin San stood up and left the shop.
Liu Yang hurriedly chased him out: "Mr. Lin, please wait a moment."
Lin San stopped and turned to look at Liu Yang: "Are you okay?"
"Mr. Lin, we definitely don't mean any harm. My leader just wants to talk to you face to face..." Liu Yang said politely.
"I have nothing to discuss with your leader. I'm really busy. Please stop following me." Lin San looked a little unhappy.
At this time, a brand new and shiny Audi car slowly parked on the side of the road.
The car door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat got out.
"Team leader!" When Liu Yang saw the middle-aged man getting out of the Audi, he immediately closed his legs, straightened his back, and shouted respectfully.
The middle-aged man ignored Liu Yang, but stared at Lin San for a long time. The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "Yes, you really have extraordinary temperament!"
Lin San looked the middle-aged man up and down: "Are you the 'leader' who wants to see me?"
The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, I want to see you."
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Lin San said expressionlessly.
The middle-aged man looked at the endless stream of passers-by around him: "Let's find a quieter place to chat."
Lin San frowned slightly but said nothing.
Ever since the middle-aged man arrived, Liu Yang had stood aside obediently without saying a word.
"What? You don't dare to follow me?" The middle-aged man curled his lips and a trace of ridicule flashed across his face.
"Excite me?" Lin San smiled: "Okay, I'm also curious about your intention of looking for me, so I'll go with you."
"This is like a man." The middle-aged man pointed at the Audi car: "Get in the car."
This time Lin San did not hesitate, strode to the Audi car, opened the back seat door and got in.
The middle-aged man glanced at Liu Yang: "You come back with me too."
"Hey." Liu Yang nodded quickly, got into the car and sat next to Lin San.
"Sit tight, I drive faster." The middle-aged man started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and with a "whoosh" sound, the Audi car shot out like a black lightning.
In the city, he drove at a speed of over 100 mph and ran through more than a dozen red lights along the way. The most surprising thing was that no traffic police came to stop him.
The Audi car made a few turns before leaving the city and heading towards the suburbs.
Lin San sat quietly in his seat, looking sideways at the scenery outside the car window without saying a word.
The middle-aged man and Liu Yang also remained silent.
An hour later, the Audi drove out of the border of Lanzhou City and sped towards the east.
After another hour, the Audi car began to slow down slowly and finally stopped in a huge square.
"We're here." The middle-aged man turned off the engine, opened the car door and walked out.
Liu Yang and Lin San also got out of the car one after another.
Lin San raised his head and looked around, and found that the square he was in was in a mountainous area. It was deserted and deserted. The square was very large, and the ground was paved with flat marble, with some vague patterns.
In the center stands a three-story building. The paint on the exterior of the stairs has basically peeled off, revealing the black cement surface inside.
As soon as the middle-aged man got out of the car, he led Lin San and Liu Yang towards the small building.
The door of the small building was not closed, and several people walked in smoothly.
There is nothing else in the hall except a set of shabby sofas.
"Liu Yang, greet the guests for me. I'll go take care of some things first and I'll be back soon." After saying this, the middle-aged man went straight up the stairs.
"Mr. Lin, please sit down." Liu Yang greeted politely.
Lin San glanced at Liu Yang, then walked to the sofa and sat down.
"Mr. Lin, please sit down for a moment and I'll make you a cup of tea." After saying that, Liu Yang turned around and left.
Lin San leaned on the back of the sofa, took out a cigarette, and slowly smoked it.
Just as the cigarette was about to be finished, neither the middle-aged man nor Liu Yang came back.
Lin San frowned, with a hint of impatience on his face.
"Bang, bang, bang..." Suddenly there was a muffled sound at the door, and then a tall man strode into the small building. The man was also holding a solid iron stick as thick as his wrist in his hand. The man was as tall as
Very tall, estimated to be more than 2 meters, with sparse short hair on the top of his head, a pair of eyes as big as copper bells, a wide grin, revealing cold teeth, and a green onion is embedded in the man's front tooth...
Lin San looked at the man entering the door in surprise: "Who are you?"
The man glanced at Lin San, shouted loudly, picked up the iron rod in his hand and smashed it down on Lin San's head. The iron rod flew through the air and made a sharp sound, which was enough to show the power of this stick.
Lin San's face sank, and she ducked to the side. The iron rod hit the sofa hard.
"Crack!" With a sound, the hardwood sofa suddenly broke in half and collapsed to the ground.
The moment the sofa broke, Lin San let out a soft drink, jumped up into the air, stretched out a sharp kick, and kicked the man in the temple.
The man roared softly, raised his huge fist and hit Lin San on the soles of his feet.
"Bang!" The man's two-meter-tall body suddenly flew out, crashed through a wall, and rolled out of the small building.
Lin San landed lightly on the ground, looking at the hole in the wall without saying a word.
"Tap tap tap..." The man who had just flown out walked into the small building through the gate again. At this time, the man's clothes were dirty and messy. There were several wounds on his arms and face, and blood slowly dripped on the floor.
Lin San's face showed a trace of surprise: "I didn't expect you to be able to take a beating like this?!" Lin San was very aware of the power of his kick just now. If an ordinary person was kicked, he would lose half his life, but the man in front of him seemed to be fine.
In general, he is indeed a character.
The man walked towards Lin San step by step, his eyes filled with anger.
"It seems like it's the first time I've met you, right? Why did you attack me?" Lin San asked in a deep voice.
The man had no intention of paying any attention to Lin San. When he was still two meters away from Lin San, the man held the end of the iron rod with both hands, swung it up and hit Lin San hard.
"You are not overestimating your own strength!" Lin San snorted coldly, stretched out a hand and caught the iron rod that had been smashed down. No matter how hard the man tried, the iron rod could no longer move an inch.
The man began to sweat on his forehead, his breathing became rapid, and his hands holding the iron rod slowly began to tremble.
"You have so little strength, yet you dare to come out and embarrass yourself!" Lin San raised the corner of his mouth slightly, grabbed the iron rod with his right hand and pushed it hard.
The man felt a huge force coming from the iron rod. Before he could react, his body followed the iron rod and flew out of the small building.
Lin San's body flashed slightly, and he appeared above the man, and stepped hard on the man's chest.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the man's tall body quickly hit the ground. A big pit was made on the marble floor. The man lay in the pit, with blood pouring out of his mouth. Only
There is no air coming out of the lower air intake.
"Whoosh whoosh!" The air fluctuated, and three daggers with cold light suddenly flew from the west, hitting Lin San's face directly.
Lin San stretched out his hand and caught all three daggers between his fingers. With a slight exertion, all three daggers broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
"Whoosh whoosh..." Three more daggers flew towards me.
Lin San stretched out his fingers and flicked them three times. The three daggers flying towards him suddenly paused in mid-air, then turned around and flew back towards the original path.
"Ah!" A scream came, and a short man fell from a tree trunk, with a sharp dagger stuck in each of his arms and legs.
When the first wave of daggers flew in, Lin San had already discovered the traces of the short man who was responsible for the assassination. He used his own hand to treat the other person in his own way and flicked the three daggers that flew in the second wave directly.
Back, it was inserted into the short man's body. This was because Lin San deliberately showed mercy and spared the short man's life. Otherwise, three sharp daggers would have been inserted into the short man's chest.