It was cold.

Especially after the autumn rain a few days ago, the temperature dropped to more than minus 10 degrees.

Even if it was noon, the cold wind blowing in the alley was enough to freeze people shivering.

But even so, cold sweat was vaguely visible on Zhang Yaoyang's face.

He will never forget the incident of going to the full moon banquet of Liu Wuye's grandson a few days ago.

Because of something, he didn't attend the full moon banquet on time.

When he arrived at the Yonghui Hotel, when he was about to enter the banquet hall, he saw a man wearing a windbreaker and white gloves walking out with an indifferent expression.

Zhang Yaoyang is well-informed, and he can see at a glance that the other party is not an ordinary person, and he has an extraordinary temperament.

Of course, he didn't think much about it, and he never thought that he would have the slightest intersection with him in this life.

Then he pushed open the door of the banquet hall, but saw a tragic picture, like purgatory on earth, even if he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, he had a creepy feeling when he recalled it.

Liu Wu's grandfather and grandson died tragically in the banquet hall, and the banquet hall was still filled with a pungent smell of blood.

All the guests attending the banquet fell into a coma.

At that time, Zhang Yaoyang knew that something big had happened, and it was very likely that this incident was done by the man just now.

To test his suspicions, he went straight into the computer room, copied all the surveillance in the ballroom, and deleted the originals.

When he returned, he clicked on the document by himself, and the image in the banquet hall appeared in his eyes.

There is a very blurry face in the video, he killed Liu Wu's grandfather and grandson, and also killed his subordinates, so that they all turned into blood mist.

Although the young man's face was particularly blurred, Zhang Yaoyang was firm in his guess.

It's him!

That's him!

It was the man in front of him who killed Liu Wu's grandfather and grandson, and killed his subordinates.

After that, Zhang Yaoyang regarded Luo Fan as the most unprovoked existence in this life.

However, he never expected that he would meet this killing god here today who could turn people into blood mist with a wave of his hand.

"Damn, don't you kneel in front of the master and beg for mercy? If I'm in a good mood, I'll definitely beg my uncle to spare your life! Otherwise, I'm going to let you die without a body!"

Just before Zhang Yaoyang could react, Zhang Jin's voice sounded again.

Syllable!

Zhang Yaoyang raised his hand and slapped Zhang Jin in the face: "You fucking shut up Lao Tzu!"

Watt?

What's going on?

The people in Zhongyitang were all stunned.

I don't know why Zhang Yaoyang beat his nephew.

"Uncle, did you hit the wrong person?" Zhang Jin looked at his uncle with a confused expression.

Zhang Yaoyang's face was pale, he didn't pay attention to his nephew at all, walked forward quickly, and knelt in front of Luo Fan with a puff under the stunned eyes of everyone.

"I don't know the little brother's name?" Zhang Yaoyang looked at Luo Fan with trepidation, his body trembling constantly.

"Luo Fan!"

Zhang Yaoyang subconsciously swallowed his saliva: "Hello Mr. Luo, my nephew is rude and offended you, please raise your noble hand and let him live, I will compensate you for him here!"

The smooth forehead hit the ground with a dull sound.

Blood oozed from Zhang Yaoyang's head, which looked very bloody.

Quiet!

There is only the sound of kowtowing in the small fried skewer shop.

The alley outside the store was even more silent.

No one thought that the leader of the Zhongyi Hall would be so frightened when he saw Luo Fan, and even did not hesitate to kneel down and beg for mercy.

What kind of existence is this?

Zhang Jin wanted to know what was going on, but he didn't dare ask.

Mo asked, at this moment, he was already so frightened that he sat on the ground, and an inexplicable sense of fear rose in his heart.

Wei Yanyan was also stunned.

What is the origin of Rovan?

Why is it so frightened that the boss of the Zhongyi Hall is so afraid?

"Since you are Zhang Jin's uncle, let's talk about compensation!" Luo Fan's eyes were indifferent: "How much did your nephew spend on bandaging just now?"

Zhang Yaoyang hurriedly said, "Six hundred." ”

Luo Fan nodded slightly, then took out six hundred yuan and put it on the table.

"A little money, it's not necessary, right?" Zhang Yaoyang's face turned pale.

How he wished that Luo Fan could beat him, even if he broke his hands and feet, so that he could vent the emotions in his heart.

Now he is so lukewarm, and even took the initiative to compensate 600 yuan, does he dare to ask for this money? Take it back to buy paper money for himself?

Luo Fan: "I don't like people rejecting me!"

"I want it!" Zhang Yaoyang hurriedly grabbed the six hundred yuan, he didn't want the six hundred yuan, but he didn't dare to refuse Luo Fan!

Luo Fan looked at him quietly: "Okay, I have already paid for your nephew's medical expenses, is it time to talk about my friend's compensation?"

"You have to have it. Zhang Yaoyang's Adam's apple squirmed, and his face was sweating like rain.

Luo Fan: "Thirteen million, today's events have been revealed. ”

Yes?

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

Zhang Jin was beaten and had more than ten stitches, which cost 600 yuan.

And Wei Yanyan just put on a band-aid, but it costs 13 million?

He's blatant money grabbing!

"Didn't you say a million in compensation before?" a young man looked at Luo Fan with a look of fear on his face.

Luo Fan shrugged his shoulders: "I did say it, but now it has become ten million, after all, you have to pay some price for wasting my time, don't you?"

After a pause, Luo Fan said: "As for the three million, it is to compensate for the three wine bottles, after all, your people destroyed the three wine bottles in the store." One million, that shouldn't be a lot of money, right?"

Not high... Right?

Even if it's pure gold, a diamond-encrusted bottle isn't worth that much money, is it?

"Not high, not high!"

Zhang Yaoyang hurriedly replied, although the price was outrageously high, but he didn't dare to say no.

Luo Fan said impatiently: "The money stays, and the people can get out!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Zhang Yaoyang hurriedly took out a check, wrote 13 million, and then respectfully put it in front of Luo Fan.

"Does Mr. Luo have any other orders? If it's okay, we won't bother much. Zhang Yaoyang had a flattering smile on his face, even if he didn't want to stay longer for a moment, he had to leave a good impression on Luo Fan.

Luo Fan said: "From now on, I don't want you people from the Loyal Hall to come to this area!"

Zhang Yaoyang said repeatedly: "Mr. Luo, don't worry, when I go back, I will tell my brothers that no one will come here in the future." ”

"Get out!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Yaoyang hurriedly turned around, and with dozens of brothers under him, he quickly disappeared into the alley like a lost dog.

After leaving the alley, Zhang Jin cautiously asked, "Uncle, why are you so afraid of Luo Fan?"

Zhang Yaoyang touched his face with a doting face, only to hear him sigh softly: "Zhang Jin, is it okay to promise your uncle one thing?"

Zhang Jin thought that he would be scolded by his uncle if he caused a big disaster, but he didn't expect his old man to talk to him in such a pleading tone.

For a while, Zhang Jin felt very uncomfortable, but he still nodded again and again: "Uncle, if you have anything to say, it doesn't matter, my nephew will definitely promise you, it is incumbent on you to go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire!"

Zhang Yaoyang shook his head helplessly: "We are all real relatives, how could my uncle let you do those things?" What I want to say is--- can you scream quietly when I will beat you later?"