In the Zhang family's compound, in Zhang Shuntian's study, Zhao Fan and the others were very solemn, and since Mr. Lane's mobile phone rang just now, there was a trace of ill-intentioned smile on his face.

Mr. Ryan stood up suddenly, "Okay, now that the things I need have arrived, the human and material evidence is there, Zhao Fan, you should also leave with me." ”

Zhang Ling sneered and said, "Who knows if what you say is true or false? Do you want to take people away just because you have empty words and white teeth?"

Zhang Wenshuo also chimed in: "That's right, Mr. Lane, if you have evidence, I hope you can show it now." ”

Mr. Lane said with a smile: "You have an old saying in Huaxia, you don't cry when you don't see a coffin. ”

Talking about playing the recording sent by Song Shijie, Song Yuning's voice was clearly heard in it, mixed with the voices of Li Meishu and Hu Wanyu from time to time.

Zhao Fan's heart suddenly chuckled, he didn't expect that there would be a problem here, and Zhang Ling and the others listened carefully to the sound in the recording.

However, when Song Yuning said how Zhao Fan killed Richard, Zhang Ling's face suddenly bowed, and Zhang Wenshuo and Old Man Zhang looked at Zhao Fan in shock.

Mr. Ryan turned off his phone, "How's it going?"

Zhao Fan squinted his eyes and said nothing, and Zhang Ling retorted weakly: "Do you believe the words inside? Kill people with thunder and lightning? Is that something that humans can do?"

Mr. Lane said with a serious face: "Believe, why don't I believe it? We only need to suspect people to arrest people, and we don't need these physical evidence at all." ”

"It's just because Zhao Fan has an extra layer of identity in the sixth game, so there are so many troublesome procedures, and now that we have evidence, no matter how bizarre it is, we will choose to believe it. ”

Mr. Ryan got up and walked directly towards Zhao Fan, and Zhang Ling immediately stood in front of Zhao Fan, "I'm sorry, I can't let you take Zhao Fan away today." ”

Zhang Wenshuo also gritted his teeth and stood beside Zhang Ling, "Mr. Lane, are you a little too anxious? Now these are not enough to identify Zhao Fan!"

Old Man Zhang also said solemnly: "Mr. Lane, I hope you understand that this is my house now, Zhao Fan is my guest, and I will not let him have any accidents with me." ”

Mr. Ryan glanced at everyone lightly, "Zhang Shuntian, what qualifications do you and your grandson have to stop me?" said and looked at Zhang Ling, "Although you are a person from the sixth game, do you think you can stop me?"

Zhang Ling gritted her teeth and said, "Then you can try it and see if I can stop you." ”

Mr. Ryan suddenly laughed, looking at Zhang Ling with disdain, "If your director is here, of course I will be jealous, it is naturally impossible to take Zhao Fan away, except for your director, even if you are all dispatched in the sixth game?"

Zhao Fan, who had been silent, suddenly stood up, "Don't talk nonsense, if you want to do it, hurry up, I don't have to be caught in my dictionary." ”

Zhang Ling turned his head and glanced at Zhao Fan and said in a low voice: "Zhao Fan, I'll help you drag him in a while, you quickly leave here and wait for our director to come back." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Fan's pupils suddenly contracted, and Mr. Lane suddenly came to Zhang Ling, just a simple knife directly knocked Zhang Ling unconscious.

"Is this what your director taught you? The enemy still has the heart to look elsewhere, is it because you are too confident in your own strength, or is it that you don't take me seriously?"

Zhang Wenshuo took out the pistol from his waist, and when he was just aimed at Mr. Lane, he felt a flower in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, the pistol had been grabbed by Mr. Lane.

"Hot weapons? Only the weak will use them, the strong will use cold weapons, and the top masters will never need any weapons. “

As he spoke, Mr. Ryan had already disassembled the pistol, leaving only parts scattered on the ground, and Zhang Wenshuo took two steps back in fear.

Zhao Fan looked at Mr. Lane's confident appearance, the aura in his body was running wildly, and he rushed over in an instant, blasting at him with all his strength.

Mr. Ryan looked at Zhao Fan without the slightest wave in his eyes, and unhurriedly stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Fan's fist, and suddenly pulled back, and Zhao Fan was directly caught by his side.

"Good night!"

Zhao Fan's heart secretly said that it was not good, and then he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and his eyes quickly darkened.

"Zhao Fan!"

Zhang Wenshuo saw that Zhao Fan was knocked unconscious in an instant, and he was about to rush up regardless of it, but Old Man Zhang roared directly, "Wenshuo!"

Zhang Wenshuo stopped suddenly, looking at Mr. Lane with red eyes, Mr. Lane hugged Zhao Fan, who had fainted, and gently pushed his glasses.

"Zhao Fan, I'll take it away, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can react with my family master. But I guess it's definitely useless. ”

Zhang Wenshuo watched Mr. Lane leave with Zhao Fan, the whole person was trembling constantly, and Old Man Zhang came over and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"We didn't give up on Zhao Fan, the last chance is coming soon, whether we can snatch Zhao Fan back depends on this trembling. ”

Zhang Wenshuo looked at Mr. Zhang with some puzzlement, but Mr. Zhang turned around and walked to the window to look down, Zhang Wenshuo also hurriedly ran over, only to see twenty neatly dressed soldiers armed to the teeth and holding hot weapons downstairs.

"Grandpa, when are you..."

Zhang Shuntian said with a gloomy face: "I started to arrange it when Mr. Ryan took out the evidence just now, but I don't know if I can stop him." ”

Zhang Wenshuo turned around and ran directly downstairs, "I'll go down to help now, I don't believe that so many people can't stop him alone!"

Zhang Shuntian originally wanted to stop Zhang Wenshuo, but when he was about to open his mouth, it was too late, so he could only stare downstairs in the hope that these soldiers could stop Mr. Lane.

Mr. Ryan had already walked downstairs with Zhao Fan in one hand, and saw these soldiers put Zhao Fan down and rushed directly towards these soldiers.

Twenty warriors opened fire at the same time, and the bullets formed a powerful network of fire, but Mr. Lane was constantly shuttling through this dense network of fire.

"Still doesn't work?"

With a wry smile on the corner of Zhang Shuntian's mouth, he watched those soldiers fall one after another, and the twenty fighters had all fallen in a few breaths.

Mr. Ryan turned his head to look at Zhang Shuntian by the window, and gently raised his glasses, Zhang Shuntian's pupils continued to tremble, and for the first time there was a great sense of fear in his heart!