Seeing these young men with fierce looks.

Chen Fan's whole body sat up straight, his eyes flashed, and he stared at this group of people without flashing.

Just look at it.

There were hundreds of people who got out of the car.

Everyone is holding a snow-bright mountain opening knife in their hands, and the most important thing is that the faces of these people are full of ruthlessness emanating from their bones.

Chen Fan could conclude in his heart that if any of these people came out, they were all first-class fighting players.

A heart followed and came up, worried that Wang Bohui would not be unlucky?

wanted to take out his mobile phone and secretly inform Wang Bo, but in the end Chen Fan chose to give up.

Although he and Wang Bo are good friends, from another point of view, Wang Bo is also his rival.

If Wang Bo was cleaned up by the people of the dead door this time.

Then the two women, Xu Yuanyuan and Lin Xiaoru, belong to him Chen Fan alone.

Fortunately, Chen Fan put the phone back on the table.

More than 100 people poured into the lobby of the hotel.

The leader was a middle-aged man, dressed in a black suit, and the only one who did not have a weapon in his hand.

As soon as he entered the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, the middle-aged man said in a deep voice to the staff standing in the bar.

"Tonight, your hotel is closed, inform all guests to stay in their rooms honestly, not allowed to step out of the door half a step, today is our dead door, dare anyone not look long, then ask us the knife in our hands to agree?"

The lobby manager didn't dare to say a word, just nodded desperately.

"Do things cleanly, be sharp, don't scare the guests here, and we'll leave after killing the people who should be killed. ”

The middle-aged man saw Chen Fan drinking in the dining area on the first floor.

waved his hand and asked more than a hundred voters behind him to go upstairs to do errands, and he walked straight in front of Chen Fan and sat opposite Chen Fan.

"Young man, why don't you sit here alone and drink alcohol? Why don't you have a few drinks with me?"

The middle-aged man's words were very gentle, but in Chen Fan's ears, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"You're so gracious, it's my pleasure to drink with you. ”

Chen Fan didn't dare to say anything.

After all, the person sitting opposite him was a big man from the legendary Death's Gate.

Who knows if you say something wrong and will lead to death?

Let the waiter bring the best red wine on the spot.

"I'm not interested in these foreign wines, I have a habit, whenever my subordinates kill people, I like to be a person with mellow Moutai, every time I drink a bottle of Moutai wine, these little cubs have not completed the task, then after I go back, I will starve them for seven days, so that they can have a longer memory, and the next time they kill people, they will be clean and neat. ”

Bang.

The waiter who came over with a bottle of Moutai on a tray heard the man's words without any emotion, and his hands shook in fright, and a bottle of Moutai on the tray fell directly to the ground and fell to pieces.

"Little girl, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, go and bring me another bottle of Moutai, uncle, I'll tip you." ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and his words were still gentle, like an uncle next door.

Far from feeling any kindness because of the middle-aged man's gentle words, the waitress fled in a panic.

"This little girl is really interesting. ”

The middle-aged man shook his head, smiling indifferently, and the owner of the restaurant not far away beckoned.

"This little girl should be scared to go home, then you will personally bring me a bottle of Moutai, I will have a good drink with this little brother tonight." ”

How could the owner of the restaurant refuse, nodded on the spot, turned around and took a bottle of Moutai and delivered it to him personally.

"I don't know what else you need for a delicious appetizer, so I'll tell the kitchen to make it. "The boss's legs were shaking when he was talking.

"Forget about the side dishes with wine, bring me a plate of fried peanuts, this is the best dish to accompany wine. ”

As the middle-aged man spoke, the more than 100 people he brought with him had all taken the elevator to the eighth floor.

After a while, the kung fu boss brought over a plate of fried peanuts, and the man in the middle waved his hand to let the boss leave.

Chen Fan hurriedly opened the Moutai wine with courtesy, stood up and bowed down to pour a glass of wine for the man.

"Don't be so polite to drinkers, and don't have any fear of me, I only treat the people I want to kill, and the people I have no grievances or hatreds, those are my friends, after all, maybe, you will become my customers in the future, and pay me to kill." ”

The middle-aged man spoke Svenven.

Stretching out his hand and picking up the wine glass, Chen Fan didn't dare to have any slackness, picked up the wine glass and the man's wine glass, and gently collided.

"I'll do it first as respect, young man, you are free. ”

The middle-aged man grinned, tilted his neck and drank a cup of strong Moutai wine.

Are you kidding?

Where Chen Fan dared to be casual, he naturally followed the man and drank all the liquor in the cup.

"Happy!"

The middle-aged man said as he poured himself another glass of wine.

Then he personally poured another cup for the frightened Chen Fan.

"Young man, look at what you are wearing, you must be from a rich family, today you and I are destined, if you have any deep hatred and hatred in the future, you can come to me, as long as the price is fair, we don't care who you want to kill, the person who has the money will die. ”

The middle-aged man who had a glass of wine in his stomach couldn't help but have a layer of wine on his face.

"That kid is here, thank you, sir, if there is anything that can't be solved in the future, I will definitely ask my husband for help. ”

Chen Fan's heart is now a worried horse.

He was worried that he and Bai Yu knew each other, would they be discovered by this middle-aged man?

Don't look at the kind face of the middle-aged man, who knows if those people will come down after a while, the middle-aged man will directly turn his face and let his subordinates dismantle themselves!

"Are you afraid of me, afraid that I will turn my face with you after drinking, and then let my people dismantle you?"

This sentence made Chen Fan break out in a cold sweat.

I was just about to defend myself.

An old man in a Tang costume walked in from outside the door of the hotel, and the old man walked straight towards him and the two of them.

"The two of you are really Yaxing, I have been looking around here for a long time, and I haven't found a restaurant that is open, so I know that the restaurant in this five-star hotel is open 24 hours a day, since it is fate, it is better for the two to accompany the old man, how about I have a drink?"

As the old man spoke, he had already stumbled on the vacant seat on one side.

Chen Fan's heart was sneering, feeling that this old man really didn't know whether to live or die, and it was fate to see each other, and the one sitting opposite was a god of death, a butcher who could kill the living at any time.

The middle-aged man's eyes were slightly stunned.

He asked the lobby manager, "Didn't I just order the hotel to close and close? Why are people still able to come in now? Are you taking what I said as a fart?"

An old man who poured himself a glass of wine said in his mouth: "Young man, your murderous aura is too heavy, and after a long time, you will let yourself die on the street." ”

This sentence scared Chen Fan to death on the spot.

With a warning look, he kept giving the old man a look.

The meaning is obvious, that is, to tell the old man not to talk nonsense, and to stay as cool as possible while the middle-aged man is not angry.

"Young man, I didn't say you, old man, I said two words of truth, what color do you always use with me?"

However, the old man's words in the next moment really made Chen Fan's eyes darken, and he was almost scared to death.

I'm really not afraid of god-like opponents, but I'm afraid of pig-like teammates.

The middle-aged man's brow was a stand.

Retracted his gaze and looked at the old man, still with that gentle smile, and said, "Old man, are you expensive this year?"

"I just turned 60 this year!"

"Have you passed your sixtieth birthday?"

"Not yet. ”

"That's right, no need to pass, I have always left room for people to do things, you call your family now, carry a good coffin for yourself, and it is time for people to live to sixty and die. ”

The middle-aged man's voice was still so flat.

But the words that came out made a layer of cold sweat ooze out of Chen Fan's head.