Zhang Wenfang walked into the building, and all the way he was wondering why Zhao Yuran was looking for him so late. Zhao Yuran didn't say anything to himself on the phone, just said that he wanted to share something happy with him.

What is the happy thing? Zhang Wenfang thought about it all the way but didn't figure it out.

Zhang Wenfang pushed open the half-hidden door and entered Zhao Yuran's office.

I saw Zhao Yuran sitting on the sofa sipping red wine and humming a little song.

"Brother Yu Ran, what good thing makes you so happy?" asked Zhang Wenfang.

"Of course it's a good thing, or I'm so excited that I would have made you come so late, and I want to share it with you. Zhao Yuran stood up from the sofa and handed over another glass of red wine.

Zhang Wenfang took the red wine and took a sip, "What the hell is going on? ”

"Haha, Yang Fan is back, he is drinking at the Penglai Pavilion Hotel now, I informed Xiaoli, tonight is Yang Fan's death, do you say happy?" Zhao Yuran laughed.

As soon as he heard what Zhao Yuran said, Zhang Wenfang's face suddenly turned white, he knew Xiaoli's marksmanship very well, his hands trembled, and the cup in his hand almost fell.

"Brother Yuran, my stomach hurts a little, I'll go to the toilet. Zhang Wenfang endured a somewhat trembling voice, put down the wine glass in his hand, and went out.

"Master, what's wrong?" Zhao Yuran looked surprised.

As soon as Zhang Wenfang walked out of the door, he first walked at the usual speed, turned through the corridor, and immediately ran towards the toilet.

He took out his mobile phone as he ran and dialed Yang Fan's number.

No one answered the phone, Zhang Wenfang ran into the toilet, he vigilantly checked whether there was anyone inside, and silently muttered in his heart, "Answer the phone quickly!"

"Wait, my phone is ringing, you guys let go of me and let me take the call. At this time, Yang Fan was being dragged out of the hotel door by Ma Face and Brother Hao.

Tonight, Yang Fan was very unhappy in his heart, and he didn't show it when he first started drinking, but as he drank more, Yang Fan began to deliberately indulge himself, and he drank a lot alone.

The horse face and Brother Hao next to him couldn't persuade each other, and finally the two of them forcibly snatched the wine glass, and then came out with Yang Fan.

"Who... Looking for me?" Yang Fan asked with a wide tongue?

"I'm Zhang Wenfang, are you at the Penglai Pavilion Hotel?" Zhang Wenfang asked anxiously.

"Hey, it's you, I'm at the Penglai Pavilion Hotel, do you want to come and have a drink?" Yang Fan asked.

"Xiaofan, you quickly find a safe place to hide, Zhao Yuran has found a gunman to kill you, hurry!" Zhang Wenfang was about to die.

Yang Fan was still half-drunk, but when he listened to Zhang Wenfang's words, the skin on his deep body couldn't help but tremble, and he immediately sobered up after practicing martial arts for a long time.

Yang Fan felt a chill in the air at the door of the hotel, and he felt as if he was bound by an invisible silk thread, and he felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

"Not good. Yang Fan screamed secretly, stepped on the ground with both feet, and jumped back towards the hotel door.

The entrance of the Penglai Pavilion Hotel is an open place, opposite the 20-storey high-rise building, and there is nothing to cover between the high-rise building and the Penglai Pavilion Hotel.

Xiaoli has been lying on the high-rise building opposite the Penglai Pavilion Hotel for a long time.

The wind on the top floor was very strong, and the billboard on the upper floor blew the sound of "wooing", but no matter how the outside world affected, it could not interfere with Xiaoli's crosshairs.

As soon as Yang Fan came out of the hotel, his stunner firmly locked on Yang Fan's figure.

From the scope, Xiao Li saw Yang Fan's young face.

"Hey, don't blame me, this is the last time I'll help him kill someone. Xiaoli said in a low voice.

To be honest, he was really a little unhappy to kill Yang Fan, because he investigated Yang Fan's personality.

However, for the sake of commitment, he was still forced to make a move.

After seeing Yang Fan answer the phone, his body wanted to retreat.

Xiaoli pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The blocking bullet was like a meteor that suddenly appeared in the middle of the night, and it flew out in an instant, and when Yang Fan's body was just shaking, it hit Yang Fan's left chest and heart.

Yang Fan snorted as if he had been hammered, a column of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body was hit by bullets and fell back into the hotel gate.

Ma Yan and Brother Hao were like puppets that had been lit to the acupoint, and they were stunned on the spot, and after a long time, they pounced forward and shouted loudly: "Yang Fan! Yang Fan! What's wrong with you?"

Listening to the cry on the phone, Zhang Wenfang was stunned for a moment, as if he had lost his soul, the mobile phone fell from his hand and fell to the ground.

He never thought that Yang Fan would come back from Lijiatun well, nor did he expect Zhao Yuran to let Xiaoli kill Yang Fan, let alone that he reminded him like this, Yang Fan still died under Xiaoli's gun.