"I don't know Fan Aiguo, what am I doing here??" Han tilted his neck and replied to the security guard. 『Δ Literature 『Mystery.

"Are you here to run errands or play cards?" The security guard walked up to Han's side and asked in a low voice.

"Nonsense, of course I'm here to play cards, who the is here to do things......" Han had a cigarette in his mouth, looking very casual, and ordinary people really couldn't tell what he was doing with Chang Meng.

The little security guard took two steps forward, then looked at Han and said, "Is it the first time you came here to play??" ”

"Yes......" Han nodded.

"Okay, let's go with me......" Saying this, the security guard took the initiative to take a few steps forward, and then led the way for Han Changmeng and the others.

Half a minute later, the security guard took Han and the two of them to a room and dragged the door open.

"Fan, someone is always looking for you......" After the security guard pulled open the door of the house, he shouted at Fan Aiguo in the house with a smile.

"Who??" Fan Aiguo looked at the mahjong in front of him and shouted without looking back.

"I don't know, it's just the ...... who came to play cards anyway"

“…… Let them in!! At this time, Fan Aiguo's mind was all on mahjong, so he agreed without care.

Hearing this, the security guard dragged open the door of the house and let Han Changmeng and the others walk in.

After Han entered, he directly put his hand on his waist, and then carefully observed the environment in this room.

There are more than ten people in total, most of them are playing mahjong, and a few are watching the excitement.

"So many people??" Chang Meng walked up to Han's side and asked in a very small voice.

"It's all here, can it not be tidy?? Directly do Fan patriotic, and run away when you are done!! Han gritted his teeth and replied, then walked to the side of the mahjong table.

"Are you looking for me??" Fan Aiguo saw Han coming over, looked up at Han, and had no impression at all.

"Are you Fan Aiguo??" Han squinted at Fan Aiguo, and his tone was very calm.

"Thirty thousand!!" Fan Aiguo casually pulled out a card, then turned his head to look at Han carefully, frowned and said, "Have we met?" ”

"My name is Han, and I ask if you are Fan Aiguo???" Han stood in place, his expression still calm.

Fan Aiguo was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then looked at Chang Meng next to Han and said after being silent for a few seconds: "If you want to play mahjong, just wait on the side for a while, if you want to do something with me, come to my company to find me during the day tomorrow......"

"You mean you mean you're Fan Aiguo??" Han grinned.

"It's not dude, you don't understand people, do you?? People play mahjong, are you done grinding and chirping here?? At this time, a middle-aged man stood up with his hands in his pockets, looked at Han and shouted.

"I'm talking to him, when is it your turn to interject??" Han licked his lips and pointed at the middle-aged man and asked.

"Oh,, I don't even understand what the sky is now, I ......"

Before the middle-aged man's words were finished, Fan Aiguo stretched out his hand to stop the middle-aged man, then stood up and looked at Han expressionlessly and asked, "What do you want to do??" ”

"Hula!"

At this time, Han directly pulled out the watermelon knife from his waist, and then shouted: "I'm just here to you!" ”

Chang Meng saw that Han had made a move, and he also took out his watermelon knife and slashed it at Fan Aiguo's shoulder.

Fan Aiguo didn't understand what was going on, so he was directly dragged by Han on the shoulder, and then pressed a watermelon knife against his stomach.

"Poof!!"

"Poof!!"

"Poof!!"

Han didn't talk nonsense at all, gritted his teeth and stabbed it out three times.

"Ah......h

Fan Aiguo screamed, then hurriedly covered his bleeding stomach with his hands, took a few steps back in a messy manner, and then swayed to the corner of the wall.

"Drafted!! , troublemaker!! After seeing Fan Aiguo fall, a roar suddenly came from the room.

"Bang la la......" More than a dozen people in the room rushed directly towards Han and the two of them.

Han looked at Fan Aiguo, who was lying in a pool of blood, frowned, and then shouted at Chang: "Withdraw!" ”

"Drafted, I still want to run!!"

The middle-aged man at the front scolded, and then a sprint rose into the air and kicked Chang Meng's back.

"Poof!"

Chang Meng was kicked by this kick and rolled on the ground more than half a meter away, Han saw Chang Meng being beaten, and quickly turned around and punched the middle-aged man in the face.

The middle-aged man's head stepped back, and then Han Yi reached out and directly grabbed the middle-aged man's head, pressed it down hard, and raised his left leg high, Han's knee hit the middle-aged man's face directly, and he fell unconscious on the spot.

"Drafted, we're here for him today, don't put yourself in for this!!" Han shouted as he dragged the middle-aged man's head and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Little, if I let you go because of your words, I've been living for so many years!!" A bald man in his thirties ran out of the crowd, then rushed in the direction of Han with a Swiss army knife in his hand.

"Drafting, there are really people who are not afraid of death......" Han licked his lips and scolded very embarrassed.

"It's enough to want to run...... Chang Meng replied speechlessly, and then directly picked up the watermelon knife and ran over with a bald head.

"Poof!!"

Chang Meng's watermelon knife is relatively long, so he first pierced the chest of the bald head, and then Chang Meng pulled it hard with his left hand and pressed the bald head directly on the mahjong table.

"Bang Dang!!"

The bald face hit the tabletop and was instantly deformed.

Chang Meng pressed the bald head's brain with his left hand, grabbed the Swiss Army knife directly with his right hand, and then settled it neatly on the bald head's hand.

"Poof!"

The blade penetrated the palm of the bald head, and directly fixed the bald head's right hand on the mahjong table.

"Ah......h

"Brother Bei!!"

After the bald head fell unconscious, the whole room was messed up, and no one knew what the hell Han and Chang Meng were doing.

"What are you doing??" Fan Aiguo covered the wound on his stomach, looked at Han with a pale face and asked.

"We're just here to your ......" After saying this, Han suddenly turned around and raised the watermelon knife and roared at the others: "Draft, if you think you're a warrior, give me two steps forward!! If you feel that your physical fitness is not good, get out of the way for me!! ”