Tang Muruan looked at the stack of brand new coins in front of her, and a little hesitation flashed in her eyes. Finally, she bit her lip and asked, "Will you hire me tomorrow?"

"No, I might leave tomorrow."

"But... don't you need a translation?"

"There will be a little dangerous next time. I may not be able to protect you." Li Fan shook his head.

Tang Muruan and Lin Manyi are different. Lin Manyi is a well-trained police officer who knows how to cooperate with him and has a certain ability to protect himself.

Tang Muruan is just an ordinary person. Apart from translator, he can only hold back his feet.

Of course, another point is that the higher the investigation, those people who are gradually higher will speak a little English more or less, so it is okay to ensure that simple communication is OK, and it is useless to take Tang Muruan with you.

"Okay, I'll bother you." Tang Muruan picked up the money, put it carefully in his bag, bowed deeply to Li Fan, turned around and walked out of the house without looking back.

Since then, the two have never met again. Tang Muruan returned to her ordinary life, got married and had children, and there was no big ups in her life. Only in her spare time can she occasionally recall the day she met Li Fan when she was young, a fantasy and wonderful day.

And Li Fan's story continues.

One day later.

In the bar, more than 20 men in black sat around, with cold eyes and thin figures.

Bala, with a brown roll, sat on the dining table in the center, pounding the table impatiently.

Bala looked at his subordinates and said, "What time is it?"

"It's half past ten."

"Where is that person? Why haven't you arrived yet?" Bala said angrily: "Call him!"

"The phone can't be reached."

Bala slapped the table hard: "What are you doing this guy?"

At this moment, the door of the bar was kicked open, and Li Fan walked in with a mustache, pointed to Bala in the center and asked, "Is it him?"

Bala saw this scene and said angrily: "Why are you so late? Is this the Chinese assistant? Tell him that I have the final say here, let him not."

But the next moment, with Li Fan's finger snapping, everyone except Bala and Xiao Beiqi fell to the ground.

Li Fan patted Xiaowang's shoulder and asked again: "Is it him?"

"No" Xiaomouzi said nervously: "It's not him."

Bala looked at the mustache in annoyance and shouted, "You betray us! The fire lion won't"

boom!

With a blast, the sky-sky fire covered the entire bar, and the raging high temperature burned every inch of the air, turning everything into ashes.

The citizens around looked at the explosion's flames and exclaimed, and soon a police officer and fire brigade rushed to investigate the cause of the explosion.

On the roof opposite the bar, Li Fan grabbed his beard and the fake Barra and let out a sigh: "It's so cruel. You'll explode if you don't agree."

He looked at the fake Balah in his hand and asked, "How is it? They have never informed you that there was a bomb? Do you want to tell me where Balah is really located?"

The fake Balah stared at the burning fire and gritted her teeth and told Li Fan.

In a manor dozens of kilometers away from the bar, the real Barra looked at the computer screen that had turned black, shook her head and said, "The end of the betrayer, tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Beside him, a short and enchanting man, like a monkey, asked, "Why don't you catch someone and interrogate him?"

"No need, Ban Kun, we are businessmen, as long as the business is not affected, isn't it?" Barra picked up the red wine and giggled.

Just then, a loud noise came from outside the manor, and Barra frowned and said, "What's going on?"

Although this old nest in Bala cannot be called solid, it can definitely be regarded as a dragon's nest.

At this moment, a subordinate rushed in and shouted, "Head, someone has been hitting in."

"What?" Balah said angrily: "Who is it?"

The subordinate said in a panic: "There is only one Chinese."

"How is that possible?" Barra's eyes narrowed slightly; Could it be the guy just now? He was not dead?

Ban Kun, who was standing beside him, said with a grim smile: "That person may be a very powerful martial artist. It just so happened that I have mastered the killing boxing skills. Let me meet him!"

Ban Kun, a true Inca martial arts master, as long as he is there, Bala will have enough confidence to face any challenge.

In the vestibule of the manor, Li Fan was walking leisurely on the lawn, with his beard and fake Bala following him obediently like a servant.

The fire lion thugs reacted quickly. Almost half a minute after Li Fan opened the door, thugs holding various pistols, rifles and semi-automatic guns rushed over and shot towards Li Fan without hesitation.

Seeing this scene, the beard and the fake Bala looked frightened and immediately closed their eyes, but the next moment, the gunshots kept ringing, but they didn't feel any pain, so they opened their eyes and then made a sound of surprise.

Then they saw all the bullets shot inexplicably falling in the air, and every soldier who fired the gun fell down the next moment, and they couldn't even see Li Fan's figure clearly.

With Li Fan's pursuit, one warrior after another fell. In just over a hundred meters, dozens of warriors had already fallen to the ground, leaving a mess.

"Don't be too arrogant!"

The next moment, a short man emerged in front of Li Fan's eyes, almost like a baby, "squeezing" into Li Fan's arms, and swung his fists on Li Fan's chest.

This is exactly the killing fist that Ban Kun has worked hard to study. It can be said that if an ordinary master faces this kind of attack, he will probably have his internal organs broken and die.

But after Ban Kun's attack like a strong wind, his face changed drastically. He felt that his fist was like it fell into the air and he didn't hit anyone at all!

Li Fan's voice sounded from his side: "Inca martial arts killing fist? The practice is good."

This is the last sentence Ban Kun heard in this world, and the next moment he was slapped to death by Li Fan.

And this scene happened to fall into Bala's eyes, so he knelt on the spot.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me! I'll give you whatever you want, as long as you spare my life!" Bala knelt on the ground and shouted wildly.

He had to do this. The machine gun firepower was useless to the man in front of him. Even Ban Kun, who he relied the most, was slapped to death with a palm, and everyone was killed in front of him. Ban Kun was still very young and had a rich net worth, so he didn't want to die.

Li Fan was speechless. This boss is not as tough as his younger brother!

However, he still squatted down with a blank expression, patted Bala's cheek and said, "Tell me, where is the headquarters of the Fire Lion?"
Chapter completed!