The evil genius doctor came down the mountain, the billionaire president sent a marriage letter

"Tell me, what is the origin of Boss Ye?"

Zhang Fan asked coldly.

Zhao San confessed honestly: "Boss Ye, known as Ye Datou, is the owner of Emperor Zun Nightclub. He is a well-known black hand in the Tao. He does things cruelly and cruelly. Many bosses ask him to deal with some shady things."

Zhang Fan said with a smile: "It seems that Boss Ye is behind the scenes. Well, it seems that I have to talk to him himself."

"what?"

Zhao San looked at Zhang Fan in bewilderment.

Zhang Fan sneered, "What? Do you have an opinion?"

Zhao San shook his head quickly: "No, I don't."

Zhang Fan asked, "Where is he now?"

Zhao San replied: "Boss Ye should be at his Emperor Nightclub at this time."

Zhang Fan hooked his fingers at him: "Get up, follow me to meet this big guy for a while, if his head is not really big, I will give him a big pig's head."

Zhao San was full of astonishment: "Brother, you really want to go to the nightclub to seek bad luck for Boss Ye, you can't, there are many thugs in the nightclub, I'm afraid you will be..."

Snapped!
Zhao San, who was slapped by Zhang Fan, lay on the ground, and shouted: "If I tell you to lead the way, I will lead the way honestly, and if you keep pushing me, believe it or not, I will chop you up and feed it to the dog."

"Yes Yes."

Zhao San got up quickly, obediently, not daring to raise any objections.

Zhang Fan immediately changed his clothes.

Go out.

PARKING LOT.

Zhao San was speechless when he saw the Lamborghini poison on Zhang Fan.

If I had known that this guy was driving a 9000 million supercar, I wouldn't have come to seek this bad luck if I killed myself.

Isn't this hitting a rock with an egg?

This damn Ye Datou is really bad, and he doesn't tell the truth.

Zhao San drove, driving his van, leading the way.

Soon, the car arrived at the entrance of Emperor Zun Nightclub.

Zhao San parked the car in the parking space honestly.

Gah!
Zhang Fan's Lamborghini poison was not polite, and stopped directly at the gate of his house.

Zhao San was shocked when he saw it.

This is too troublesome.

But that seems to be the right thing to do.

It was originally to find fault, and provocation is what it should be.

The security guard at the entrance of the nightclub immediately came over and chased him away: "Parking is not allowed here, move away quickly."

Zhang Fan ignored him, but chose to turn off the engine and get out of the car.

"Hey, are you deaf, can't you understand human speech? I told you to move the car, did you hear me?"

Zhang Fan replied: "I can still understand human speech, but I'm really sorry for the dog language of a dog leg, I really can't understand it."

"Damn it, I think you're just looking for trouble, brothers, beat me up!"

"It's great to drive a sports car. This is Mr. Ye's place. Even if the king of heaven is here, I have to abide by the rules... the rules!"

The security guard who was the loudest was suddenly dumbfounded.

The effort of a gust of wind.

Zhang Fan took care of the 4 security guards who surrounded him, 3 of which were dealt with at once.

They were all knocked unconscious on the spot.

As for the clamorer.

Zhang Fan kept it on purpose.

"Can I park my car here?"

The security guard was so shocked that cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.

How dare there be a half-sentence.

Nodding again and again, he smiled apologetically and said: "Can stop, can stop, brother, this is a Lamborghini, you can stop as you want, I will show you, no one can mess with it, if something happens, you can just ask me to settle the score."

Zhao San, who got off the van, saw the inconsistent face of the security guard.

The corners of his mouth twitched in surprise.

Sure enough, hard fists are the rule.

Zhang Fan gave a disdainful smile, and glanced at Zhao San: "Why are you still sticking around, you're not leading the way."

"Yes Yes."

Zhao San rushed over immediately.