Douluo: You call this a toy

Miao TCM Clinic, office on the second floor.

"Jin Huoyi went to Ba's house today."

Mu Hui said.

Ba Wuhai, the most powerful of the Ba family, is already useless. As for Bahu, Yang Fan took away 11 billion from his family and let him live for a few more days. If he can't stand Jin Huoyi's fanning the flames and causes trouble for him again, it will be the end of Bahu. , the name of elimination is justifiable.

For Yang Fan, he wished that the Ba family could be used as cannon fodder and jump out to deal with him.

"It's not surprising. His son has a good relationship with Bahu. It's normal for him to go to his house."

"Going to visit the Chu family? Chu Manying, the current head of the Chu family, received him personally and stayed for more than two hours before coming out."

Mu Hui knew the grievances between Yang Fan and the Chu family, and felt that Jin Huoyi intended to join forces with several families to deal with him.

There should be no intersection between the Jin family and the Chu family. How could it be...? Yang Fan also realized that something was wrong. This Jin Huoyi was trying to stir up trouble.

"Is there any more?"

"Yes, I met Shen Wanqi and his son in the afternoon. Now, they should be guests at Fang Mansion..."

After Mu Hui finished speaking, Yang Fan's face turned ugly. Those who dared to meet Jin Huoyi were those who had a problem with him, and they obviously joined forces to punish him.

Can such a person be allowed to remain?Of course not.

"Are you sure you're still in Fang Mansion?"

"My people were watching and went in at dusk."

Yang Fan tapped his fingers on the table. Jin Huoyi's bodyguard almost killed Liu Xueru, and now he came back to cause trouble. Don't blame him for being rude.

After half an hour.

A motorcycle was speeding along the winding road in Zhuye Mountain. A man wearing a helmet and dressed in black, like a ghost, broke through the darkness and headed straight towards Fangfu.

At night, there are few vehicles and no pedestrians, and the cars drive very fast.

At a corner about one kilometer away from Fang Mansion, the motorcycle stopped. The man in black took out his mobile phone to answer a call. He glanced into the distance and saw a bright light before placing the motorcycle across the middle of the not-so-wide road.

A few minutes later, a car came slowly. The mountain road was rugged. People who were not familiar with mountain roads would naturally not dare to drive fast.

The car quickly came closer. After spotting the motorcycle, it stopped. The driver got out of the car and shouted angrily: "Whose car is it? Move out of the way, don't block the road."

The man in black came forward.

"Don't come here, what do you want to do?"

The driver took out a switchblade from his pocket and backed into the car door.

Whoosh.

The man in black glanced at the license plate, and after making sure it was correct, his figure turned into an afterimage and appeared in front of the driver in an instant. ?

"Ah——, looking for death."

Realizing the danger, the driver took out the blade and stabbed him hard.

Snapped.

Not only was no one injured, but he was hit hard on the back of the head and immediately became paralyzed and unconscious.

The man in black opened the back door and got in.

"Don't move! Who are you? Otherwise, I'll shoot you to death."

In the back seat, Jin Huoyi was already on guard. A loaded pistol was pressed against the heart of the man in black.

"Shoot!"

The man in black struck like lightning, and several silver needles pierced Jin Huoyi's arm. "Yang, Yang Fan, are you Yang Fan?"

Hearing the sound, Jin Huoyi was extremely horrified. How could he know that he was passing by here?

"You came just in time. I will avenge Yu'er now."

He pulled the trigger hard, and then realized that he couldn't use any strength in his hand, and Yang Fan grabbed the pistol in his hand.

"Jin Huoyi, are you out of your mind? Your son died at the hands of the Ba family. What does it have to do with me? Why are you so stubborn? You insist on blaming me for your son's death!"

"You can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me. You designed Yu Fei's death. Regardless of whether you admit it or not, my son will rest in peace only if I kill you."

Jin Huoyi's left hand quietly touched the seat cushion.

"Old fox, you are indeed cunning. Your son framed Xueru and was almost harmed by Bahu. Do you think he should die?"

"If you like someone, you can pursue him openly, and you shouldn't use despicable means. He wants to please Bahu, destroy Xueru, and put a green halo on me. I should feel lucky that I didn't kill him with my own hands. Otherwise, I would have left his corpse Nothing left!"

At this point, Yang Fan no longer cares whether he confesses or admits it.

"It's all because of you. It wasn't you who showed up. They were already engaged or even married. You are the culprit!"

"go to hell."

With a flash of cold light, Jin Huoyi had a knife in his hand and stabbed Yang Fan without hesitation.

Snapped.

A blow from the hand knocked him unconscious.

"You, you killed Mr. Jin?"

Yang Fan didn't expect that the driver would wake up. He originally wanted to only deal with Jin Huoyi, but now he had to get rid of him as well.

"do not move!"

The pistol was pointed at the driver, and the murderous ghost was released. The evil wind rushed over and immediately attached itself to the driver. Then, he sat in the cab in a daze.

Yang Fan got out of the car, threw the gun into the storage ring, pushed the motorcycle to the side of the road, and Jin Huoyi's car drove forward a few hundred meters and flew directly down the mountain.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a big fireball erupted.

It was hundreds of meters high, and with the explosion and burning, it was impossible for anyone to survive. Yang Fan took back the life-threatening ghost and left on his motorcycle.

Early the next morning, a Bentley drove out of Nanzhou and drove on the highway.

"Masters, this trip is a long one, so please bear with me."

In the back seat, Song Changpei looked back at an old man with respect.

"I thought I was in Nanzhou, but I didn't expect to go to the countryside. It seems I can't go back to Kyoto today. I'm afraid I'll miss an important customer."

The old man had bright eyes, a flushed face, and was dressed in loose gray clothes. At first glance, he looked like a Taoist priest. When he spoke, he emphasized the word "important" and deliberately reminded Song Changpei that I might earn millions less.

Song Changpei was very shrewd and understood the meaning of the words, "I know that all the masters are busy with their affairs. Don't worry, if I delay your time, I will add an extra 50 to make up for it for you."

After hearing this, all the displeasure on the faces of the masters disappeared.

"Boss Song is so generous, I will do my best to solve the problem for you."

Yang Fan, who was beside Song Changpei, glanced at the masters and frowned slightly. Is this old man very powerful?To test his ability, Yang Fan deliberately released the life-killing ghost and watched it sit next to the masters.

The latter raised his eyebrows, looked hard, and said, "The car is not clean."

Yelling, with some ability, Yang Fan moved his fingers and put away the life-threatening ghost.

"Masters, what's wrong?"

Song Changpei asked curiously.

The masters looked around, scratched their foreheads, and said Xiao Ran: "I clearly felt an evil aura just now, how could it suddenly disappear?"

"Haha, how can there be evil spirits in the car? Is it an illusion?"

"No way, I never miss the feeling."

The masters looked at Yang Fan for a moment, but couldn't see anything.

Yang Fan learned from Song Changpei that this old man was invited from Kyoto. He was nicknamed Zhu Master. He was very good at fortune telling and feng shui. His appearance fee was more expensive than some celebrities, with a minimum of 20. Even if he spent money, he usually hired Without him, you can see how popular it is.

Yang Fan originally wanted to pass him, but when he thought of paying 20 yuan, he couldn't bear to ask.

Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer and asked, "Masters, can you show me your appearance?"

The masters looked out the window and seemed not to hear, probably waiting for Yang Fan to bid.

"To be honest, Master, I actually know a thing or two about divination and Feng Shui, and I can calculate your future."