The red-haired thug saw Mo Fan obediently get out of the car, but he didn't listen to him and took out valuable items. Immediately, anger rose from the heart, and evil was born to the side of the guts.

"I told you to hand over all the valuable things, are you deaf or stupid?" The red-haired thug walked up to Mo Fan and was about to grab Mo Fan's collar, but how could Mo Fan be able to handle it at will?

Mo Fan raised his hand and grabbed the hand of the red-haired gangster, and the strength of his hand increased, and he squeezed the hand of the red-haired gangster tightly. The red-haired gangster's hand was pinched directly by the huge force of the palm of his hand, and the bone was obviously broken. But Mo Fan didn't plan to let go yet.

"Did you treat passers-by like this before?" Mo Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looking at the red-haired gangster with malicious intent. Squeezing the hand of the red-haired thug, he dragged him towards the last guest bar.

"Boy, do you know who I am? You dare to deal with me, believe it or not, I called someone to kill you?" The red-haired bastard's hand hurt, the whole person had shrunk into a ball, his waist had already bent down, and he raised his face with half hunched over and looked at Mo Fan viciously and said.

"Are you all eating? Why don't you come up and kill him?" the red-haired thug scolded as he watched his men stay where they were.

When the other gangsters heard the red-haired gangster's words, they immediately reacted. Kill towards Mo Fan. They used to bully others, but it was the first time they were bullied, and they didn't react for a while.

Looking at the few thugs who were killing him, Mo Fan twisted his neck. Just glanced at them and didn't stop at all. A few afterimages flashed on his feet, and several thugs flew out in response. It flew out a few meters like a broken sack, lying on the ground and moaning softly. It looks like they were all kicked and seriously injured.

The red-haired thug looked at the scene in front of him, and his eyebrows trembled in fright. I know I'm mentioning the iron plate this time. immediately changed his tone and began to beg Mo Fan for mercy.

"Big brother spare my life, I don't know Taishan with my eyes, and I offended you, so you just let me go like a fart. The red-haired thug bent over and walked effortlessly, while looking at Mo Fan with a flattering expression. But because of the severe pain in his hands, his face looked very distorted, and he grinned and flattered. It looks weird.

"Yo, now that you know it hurts, don't you still want to clean me up?" Mo Fan didn't care, and the strength in his hand not only did not decrease, but increased by a point. Suddenly, the red-haired bastard couldn't stand the pain, and begged his father to sue his grandmother to please Mo Fan.

Mo Fan looked at him like this, and he also felt that it was almost the same. He stopped talking, let go of the hand holding the red-haired thug, and kicked him out with another kick. After doing all this, Mo Fan clapped his hands. Continue towards the last bar at the end of the street.

Mo Fan's series of actions immediately attracted the attention of the already small crowd on the street. Those who are here are either killers or attached gangsters, who want to find some errands or make friends here. There is also a small group of wealthy people who come to post tasks. They were still wondering what a young man dressed like Mo Fan was doing here. But now they already know that Mo Fan is not a character to be messed with.

After pushing open the door of the bar and entering the inside, he found that the environment inside was very different from what Mo Fan had imagined. Mo Fan thought that it must be filled with the smell of smoke, dim and dirty. But inside it is indeed softly lit and decorated exquisitely. And it's very clean, and there is no smell of smoke at all. This made Mo Fan wonder.

Although the decoration inside is also the normal style of the bar, large and small seats, metalpunk decoration style, there is a male bartender in the bar, in his forties, thin body, and sharp eyes. At first glance, he is a powerful character.

Maybe it's still early, there is no one at the bar, and there are a few people sitting sparsely on the seats in the bar, drinking and playing with their mobile phones, looking very leisurely, and the rich people who entered the bar before are also sitting at a round table, with a group of bodyguards on the left and right, as if waiting for someone. On the innermost wall of the bar is a heavy alloy door with a circular combination lock in the middle, and there is no guard on the door.

"Young man, what's the matter? Young people like you shouldn't like to come to an old bar like me to drink?" The bartender, looking at Mo Fan who was looking around after entering the bar, squinted his eyes and said with a smile.

"You're wrong, uncle. I don't have any hobbies, just nostalgia. Just like the old ones. Mo Fan looked at the bartender and said with the same smile.

Mo Fan's answer was obviously a little unexpected by him, he thought that Mo Fan might be a boy who came to post a mission, but he was also curious why Mo Fan was able to enter the bar without a bodyguard. However, Mo Fan's answer was somewhat incorrect. Let the bartender not judge Mo Fan's intention for a while.

"Okay, what do you want to drink, young man?" said the bartender, looking at Mo Fan with a deep meaning.

"Brandy with a strawberry milkshake. Mo Fan sat on the bar stool, put his hand on the bar and said lightly to the bartender.

The bartender smiled when he heard the answer, said to Mo Fan to wait a minute, and then took out the prepared strawberry milkshake from the refrigerator under the table, opened another bottle of brandy and poured Mo Fan a glass.

The bartender made a series of movements very quickly, and after he finished it in three or two, he first served the strawberry milkshake to Mo Fan, and then placed a coaster in front of Mo Fan, and put the wine glass with brandy on the coaster.

"Young man, you've got everything you ordered. The cost is fifty thousand. Cash or transfer?" said the bartender as he looked at Mo Fan and smiled.

Mo Fan frowned slightly, and said in his heart that the intermediary fee is quite expensive, it costs 10,000 yuan to enter a room, and those killers will not have to lose 50,000 yuan if they don't choose a suitable task.

Sighing in his heart, Mo Fan took out his mobile phone. "Boss, can you WeChat?" Mo Fan didn't have cash, so he could only pay with a bank card bound to his WeChat.

The boss took out a QR code sign from under the bar and handed it to Mo Fan. Mo Fan opened WeChat, scanned the QR code on the picture, and paid 50,000 yuan. With a voice of "WeChat arrived, 50,000 yuan." The electronic voice sounded, and the bartender took back the sign and handed Mo Fan a card.

The card is made of metal and has a silver-white body, but it doesn't look like it's made of silver when pinched. The texture is hard, more like an alloy. There are no superfluous patterns on the card, just a row of engraved "742869XB201" consisting of numbers and letters.

Mo Fan looked at the card, wrote down the numbers and letters on it, and put it away.

"Thanks, boss. Mo Fan thanked the bartender, then drank the brandy from the quilt and ate the strawberries on top of the milkshake, then got up and walked towards the door of the mission room at the end of the bar.