Although the news of Yang Fan's killing was not officially reported, it quickly spread in the underworld.

There are people in the underworld who are happy and there are people who are sad.

Countless hot-blooded young people who once fantasized about becoming famous overnight like Yang Fan suddenly felt a little sad when they heard what happened to Yang Fan.

Zhang Wenfang got the news of Yang Fan's death, and felt like he was more than a decade old, and he recalled the experience of going from strange to familiar with Yang Fan, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

When he first met Yangfan, Zhang Wenfang felt that Yangfan was a young man, he didn't understand anything, and he had no enthusiasm. But it was this Leng Touqing who sailed that helped him solve the big hatred that he hadn't held for decades.

This made Zhang Wenfang's already frozen heart begin to melt.

Standing in Zhao Yuran's office, Zhang Wenfang suddenly found that Zhao Yuran, who had been in contact with him for decades, now looked so hateful.

"Master, who did you call last night?" Zhao Yuran asked coldly.

"Haha, Brother Yu Ran, do you still need me to say, don't you know everything with your expression?" Zhang Wenfang said with a mocking face.

"Master, I don't understand, when did you get together with Yang Fan, and you actually called him last night to report the news, and it almost ruined my big thing, do you know?" Zhao Yuran slapped the table and scolded.

"Your big business? In your eyes, there will only be yourself, where is there anyone else?" Zhang Wenfang retorted.

"What a good young man Yang Fan is, just because he hindered you, and now that you let Xiaoli kill him, aren't you afraid of going to hell?" Zhang Wenfang became excited.

"Bastard! Zhao Yuran didn't understand why Zhang Wenfang, who was usually respectful to himself, suddenly became angry with himself.

"Don't you understand? Think about how you promised me when I promised to help you. Zhang Wenfang asked rhetorically.

"Master, you also know that Yue Gui is the mayor of a city after all, we didn't kill him at all, and besides, isn't he dead now? This is also a big revenge that has been avenged, why are you still so unbalanced?" Zhao Yuran bitterly enlightened Zhang Wenfang.

"Is it a report? No, I reported it personally, do you know who helped me report it? Is it Yang Fan?" Zhang Wenfang couldn't help but sigh when he thought of Yang Fan.

"What, you and Yang Fan did this?" Zhao Yuran suddenly felt a little surprised.

"Yes, I never thought that Yang Fan would take the initiative to help me, by chance I had dinner with Yang Fan, because I drank too much wine, I told Yang Fan about my experience, and he offered to help me take revenge. Look at you again, Brother Yuran. Zhang Wenfang's voice intensified. "I've worked hard for decades to give you advice before and after the saddle, and you understand why I helped you, and you didn't help me realize such a wish. Say, 'Is my heart not cold?'

Zhang Wenfang paused for a moment, and then continued: "In your eyes, now there is only power and status, what brothers, what righteousness, are all empty words. For your own sake, you can abandon us at any time. It's a pity that I set sail, and such a good little brother I just met was killed by someone you called. Haha, don't you think it's funny?"

Zhang Wenfang finished all the words in one go, and then laughed, tears flowing down the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

After listening to Zhang Wenfang's words, Zhao Yuran, who was still angry and wanted to question loudly, suddenly sat on the sofa like a deflated ball. He never thought that he would be like this in Zhang Wenfang's heart.

"Zhao Yuran, there is no banquet in the world, we have been together for more than ten decades, and now I am tired of this life, in the future, you will take your sunny road, and I will take my single-plank bridge. Zhang Wenfang said what he thought.

"What, master, do you want to leave me?" Zhao Yuran was suddenly taken aback, in his heart, he just wanted to educate Zhang Wenfang, and he didn't mean to break down.

"That's right, I've hated this kind of life so much, since I know Yangfan, I feel that I have another way of life, I can live without you, no underworld, no power and status, only natural me. Zhang Wenfang's face showed a comfortable feeling.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" Zhao Yuran became angry.

"Haha, Zhao Yuran, we've been working together for decades, and you still can't change the rough problem. When have you ever seen me Zhang Wenfang, who doesn't leave anything behind?" Zhang Wenfang sneered softly. "To tell you the truth, over the years, all your big and small things, without exception, have been done by me. If you kill me today, then tomorrow there will be a copy of your criminal record in front of every newspaper office and every high-ranking official on the streets, do you want to try it?"

Zhao Yuran's face suddenly turned pale, and he didn't know how to answer.

Zhang Wenfang turned his head and walked towards the door of the house, and when he arrived at the door, he paused and said, "Don't worry, for the sake of many years, I won't give your criminal record to anyone else." ”

Zhang Wenfang just wanted to go out, and then stopped: "Brother Yuran, I am finally giving a word of advice, the sea of bitterness is endless, and turning back is the shore." ”

After speaking, Zhang Wenfang stepped out of the door and left without looking back.

Zhao Yuran sat on the sofa and pondered, he never thought that Zhang Wenfang would leave him, because in his eyes, the treatment he gave Zhang Wenfang was really high, and he was the number two person in the gang.

Zhang Wenfang's departure gave Zhao Yuran a huge sense of crisis.