When Zhao Fan's slap was slapped, Director Zhang only felt that there was a sudden shock, and it seemed that some kind of depression was completely penetrated under this slap. The feeling of soreness and numbness disappeared in a moment, and he jumped out of bed in excitement, and walked around the room a few times with his legs and feet, with a look of surprise on his face.

"You kid can do it! You've really cured me!" Director Zhang strode up to Zhao Fan's side and patted him on the shoulder vigorously, his eyes a little moist.

It's easy to say, but this kind of pain is tormenting him all the time, he is only in his forties, but this pain has been tormenting him for more than ten years. If it weren't for Zhao Fan, maybe he would be paralyzed in bed that day.

He is such a cool man, let him lie on the bed and be served by others, it is even more painful than death.

"Okay, it's enough to express it properly! Don't go too far, I'm not interested in men!" Zhao Fan slid under his feet, dodging Director Zhang's hand on his shoulder, waving his hands together, and shouting loudly in his mouth.

"I don't know how you practiced this skill!" Director Zhang was a calm person after all, although his heart was still ecstatic, his face quickly calmed down, and he shook his head with a smile and said.

"Don't thank you for your kindness, I, Zhang Yelei, will remember this kindness!" Zhang Yelei stretched out his palm towards Ye Qinghan with a solemn face, and said seriously.

Zhao Fan stretched out his hand and clasped it tightly with his broad palm, and nodded slightly.

As ordinary people, Zhao Aiguo and his wife and Zhao Rui were still shocked when they saw Zhang Yelei, a policeman, enter the house. Especially Zhao Rui, he looked at Zhao Fan with a nervous face, for fear that this policeman was here to arrest him.

After some small talk, the family realized that such a big thing had happened downstairs just now, Zhao Aiguo and his wife originally listened to Zhao Rui talk about what happened all the way back from the airport, and they were shocked for a while, and they were even more nervous at the moment.

Zhang Yelei comforted a few people, and boasted that Zhao Fan's skills were not rare on the ground, and after Zhao Aiguo and his wife repeatedly confirmed that Zhao Fan was indeed not harmed, they were relieved.

"Xiao Fan, I have an elder, his situation is similar to mine, but now he can't stand up, is there any way for you to cure him?" After a long time, Zhang Yelei looked at Zhao Fan with a nervous expression, and asked with expectant eyes.

"Big brother, do you really think I'm an immortal? I haven't even seen the patient, how can I be sure that it will be curable?" Zhao Fan patted his head and said with a smile.

"My elder is not in Xiling City for the time being, I'll contact him first to see when it's convenient for him to come over! If it can really be cured, please help me cure him no matter what!" Zhang Yelei seemed to be more nervous about the elder in his mouth than he was about himself, and he looked at Zhao Fan with a pleading look in his eyes for the first time.

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Zhang Yelei didn't delay too long before leaving, Lin Shiqi saw that it was getting late, and regardless of Zhao Aiguo and his wife's repeated retention, she also contacted the driver of the Lin family to drive over and pick her up.

Zhao Fan had the heart to ask Lin Shiqi something, but it was just a commotion, and the time when the two of them spent alone with each other was in the stairwell for a while, and there was no time for them to talk.

The simple and narrow room made Zhao Aiguo, who had already regarded Zhao Fan as a guest, a little cramped, and proposed to open a guest room for Zhao Fan in the guest house of the chemical plant.

"Dad, Mom, where you are, is my home! The golden nest and silver nest are not as good as my own kennel, how can there be a reason to open a house and live outside when you go home?" Zhao Fan looked at the two of them who were only in their forties and had some gray hair, his heart was a little sour, and he took the hands of the two of them and said sincerely.

The couple's somewhat gloomy faces bloomed with bright smiles again, and the tears in the corners of their eyes couldn't help falling again.

Zhao Fan once camped in the desert full of yellow sand, and once fell asleep in a swamp full of mud. But today, Zhao Aiguo and his wife, who have always been thrifty, deliberately vacated the only air-conditioned room for him, the room was cool and comfortable, but he couldn't sleep.

"What does the old man mean by letting me come back? I finally came back, if the old man wants me to leave again, what should I do? That Mu Qingya, what is the situation, the old man actually asked me to personally protect me?"

The chemical plant was in a relatively remote location, and it was extremely quiet at night, and as soon as he stood in front of the window, he heard the faint sound of rustling outside. But he didn't pay too much attention to it, after all, there were still people living downstairs, and it was only one o'clock in the morning, and it was normal to make a little noise.

But when he felt the sound get closer and closer, and was about to turn on the probing technique to take a look, he saw a head peeking out of the window glass.

It was dark outside, and Zhao Fan didn't turn on the lights in the house, but both of them saw each other.

In the middle of the night, a person climbing the window and a person standing in front of the window in contemplation looked at each other so strangely.

In the end, it was Zhao Fan who moved first, he casually stretched out his hand and opened the window.

He was mainly afraid that the guy outside would break the window and make too much noise to attract the attention of the other people in the house. It had only been a day since he came back, and the family was already scared with him, and he didn't want to scare them out of the heart attack.

The person outside had been tense all the time, and the moment the window opened, the figure of the person on the windowsill with one hand suddenly jumped up, and a dagger flashing with a faint blue light in the night stabbed at Zhao Fan's throat.

This man is wearing night vision goggles, his hands are very steady, and the timing is very good, the distance is so close, and the dagger is extremely fast. Ordinary people would never have imagined that he would make a move in such a situation, and he would not be able to dodge a fatal blow.

"Get down!" Zhao Fan was already moved to kill at the first sight of this person.

Seeing this person's movements, he didn't evade it at all, and even took half a step forward, directly ignoring the dagger, and slapped the top of the person's head.

Experience +15

The other party's dagger did stab Zhao Fan's throat, and even if his defense was amazing, he felt a slight pain. However, the dagger failed to pierce his skin after all, let alone kill him.

"Plus fifteen, you're a master!" Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows when he heard the system's prompt, and pouted and sneered.

The sound of a bang sounded outside the window, and Zhao Fan didn't hear the sound of the system prompting an increase in experience points, let alone the sound of the other party landing on the ground.

"Aren't you dead? It's okay, it's just not a waste!" Zhao Fan stretched out his hand and climbed out on the windowsill.

The Blood Eagle went up to the roof and then came down with a zipline.

He didn't expect that Zhao Fan would just stand at the window in a daze, and he had rehearsed the assassination plan at least two or three times in his heart, and when he saw a figure standing behind the window, he instantly shattered to the ground.

He didn't even have time to untie the rope hanging on his body, so he shot at Zhao Fan.

Fortunately, the rope was not untied, otherwise he would have been slapped from the sixth floor, and he estimated that it would not have broken into one piece now, but also broken into several pieces.

At such a close distance, he shot nine times out of ten, and it was indeed an accurate stab in Zhao Fan's throat. It's just that the blood eagle can't figure it out, it's obviously stabbed, why can't it be stabbed?

If it weren't for the dagger that stabbed Zhao Fan in the throat accurately, how could he not resist the slap he slapped at all?

There were two light coughs overhead, and as soon as the blood eagle's body tightened, he raised his eyes and saw Zhao Fan sitting on the windowsill for a long time, his legs hanging outside the windowsill were still swaying leisurely. Seeing Zhao Fan reach out and grab the tight rope, he swung his body, and then grabbed the plastic drain not far from him.

"You know I'm coming?" Blood Eagle's voice was hoarse, like a night owl in the night. He raised his head and looked at Zhao Fan, whose eyes were particularly shining in the night, and asked in a cold voice.

Zhao Fan ignored him, raised his hands and stretched his waist, and then jumped off the windowsill with a stiff waist under the disbelieving gaze of the blood eagle.

"Nima, this is the sixth floor!"

Blood Eagle saw that Zhao Fan's forty-three-yard big foot stepped directly on the top of his head, and in his heart he had already classified this person as a madman. Almost with all his strength, he pushed the drainage pipe, and his body hanging on the rope swung a distance of four or five meters, and he also dodged Zhao Fan's kick.

It was only a blink of an eye from the sixth floor to the ground, and before the Blood Eagle could even stabilize its shaking body, it heard a loud bang, mixed with a muffled snort.

"Are you really bent on dying, is it really so uncomfortable to live?" He had learned about what happened today before he came, and at this moment, seeing Zhao Fan jumping from the sixth floor in order to step on him, even if he was indifferent and ruthless, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Thinking of the scene where Zhao Fan stood silently behind the window just now, he regretted showing up so early. He was a little skeptical that if he waited a little longer, this person would commit suicide by jumping from the sixth floor.

"Come down and fight!" Zhao Fan was calm, but a somewhat weak voice came from below.

After stabilizing his body, the blood eagle also happened to see Zhao Fan standing firmly on the ground, and he was a little dazed.

What kind of monster is this? This place is ruined, but it's hard concrete down there. If you jump so high, even if you don't die, you should break your arm or leg or something, right?

For a moment, the Blood Eagle thought about giving up this mission, a monster that couldn't jump from the sixth floor and couldn't die, how to fight?

"This may have mastered some kind of skill, and it can jump from the sixth floor without dying, but it will definitely not be pleasant. Now is the time for him to be weak, and the best time to kill him!"

After all, the blood eagle felt the weakness in Zhao Fan's voice, and his heart quickly settled down again, and after making up his mind, he slid down the rope.

As soon as he slid down to the second floor, he unbuckled the buckle around his waist. Kicking his feet on the wall, with the inertia of falling from the air, he swung his dagger and threw himself at Zhao Fan.

His target was still Zhao Fan's throat, and the dagger flashing with cold light even had a slight sound of breaking through the air, which showed that he had exhausted all his strength in this move. Zhao Fan didn't carry it hard this time, but his body was slightly sideways, allowing the blood eagle's dagger to slash on his shoulder, and at the same time he slapped it out.

There was a crisp snap, and the blood eagle rolled out like a gourd on the ground.

Experience +15

The system prompt sounded, and Zhao Fan, who had not used his strength, glanced at the blood eagle on the ground with some concern, for fear that he would shoot too heavily and destroy this guy.