Faye Wong and another male salesperson saw Fan Jianming leaving and were about to get off work when they suddenly heard the sound of shouting and beating outside.

He quickly ran to the door and looked at it, and was stunned.

In their opinion, at least hundreds of people rushed from all directions.

At first I thought it was someone else who wanted to attack the sales office, but later I realized that those people were all for Fan Jianming.

Fan Jianming roared, unbuttoned his belt, and instead rushed back at the group of people on the left who were first approaching him.

Screams and machetes, and iron rods falling to the ground one after another.

The crowd that rushed like a tide retreated like a tide under Fan Jianming's impact.

In fact, the total number of them is probably only about forty gangsters, but their shouts are scary, and even the pedestrians passing by occasionally were so scared that they hurriedly hid aside.

The male salesman who was holding a cell phone in his hand but tried his best to push it with his hands: "Why are you still standing stupidly? Hurry up and call the police!"

There is no one else in the male salesperson.

His cell phone was in his pocket, and he was completely confused at this time. He quickly ran into the sales office. Facing the two phones on the counter, he desperately flipped through the brochure placed on it, and kept shouting: "Where is my cell phone? Where is the phone?"

After all, they are all college students who have just left school. When have they ever seen such a scene? It would be nice if they didn’t scare them on the spot.

Because there are too many people on the other side, Fan Jianming is very ruthless. He must shock the other side at the fastest speed in the shortest time.

Otherwise, if you are not careful, you will easily be injured.

So the gangsters who were hit by his belt and touched by his fists and feet were in trouble. Wherever the belt slipped, the skin was blooming, and where the fists and feet were touched, they either felt severe pain that was damaged or they were directly stuffy.

At first, I just screamed "ah" and "ah". After lying on the ground, the sound of crying and shouting was heartbreaking and endless.

Seeing this, Faye Wong was both nervous and scared, and a little excited. After all, Fan Jianming had the upper hand.

She turned around and shouted to the male salesperson: "What are you talking about? Why haven't you called the police yet?"

"Can't find the phone!"

When Faye Wong looked at the cell phone in her hand, she shouted: "Isn't this a cell phone?"

"oh."

The male salesman was completely confused and didn't know how to ask Faye Wong to call the police himself, so he quickly turned around and ran towards the door.

Faye Wong shouted again: "I'm stupid. I can't find a cell phone. I don't know how to call it on the phone?"

The male salesman was almost approaching Faye Wong. After hearing what she said, he turned around and ran towards the counter.

Fortunately, Fan Jianming has the upper hand, otherwise he would have been killed by these two people.

Fan Jianming quickly brought down twenty or thirty people, and the remaining seven or eight people ran away desperately as if they had seen a ghost.

Fan Jianming saw a car parked across the street, and there were two gangsters standing next to him.

It is obvious that the mastermind behind the command of this group of people should be in the car.

Fan Jianming suddenly thought that he might be Jiang Zhichao sitting in the car. After all, Duan Yunbo turned against the water for the second time. Maybe Jiang Zhichao had arranged it in advance, and he forgot to ask him to withdraw the action when he left.

There is another possibility, that is, Duan Yunbo is also in the car, claiming to leave, but trying to make a last try.

Fan Jianming was tolerant of such a villain who had been repeatedly and repeatedly, but he immediately ran towards the opposite side.

Seeing this, the people in the car started the car immediately.

The two gangsters standing by the car started to be coaxed like two bodyguards. Seeing Fan Jianming put down so many people, they rushed over like a whirlwind, and the car had started again, so they quickly ran away.

The two looked quite experienced, one looked to the left and the other to the right, so as to avoid being caught by Fan Jianming at the same time.

At this time, Fan Jianming didn't care about them and ran towards the car.

The car had just started and had not yet driven out three meters, Fan Jianming flew up and kicked directly at the front windshield in the driving position with both feet.

With a "slam" sound, the windshield was shattered by him, and his feet stepped on the driver's chest.

The driver opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist, fainted on the spot, and hit the steering wheel. The car rushed to the side of the road, blocked by the edge of the road, and suddenly stopped.

At the same time, Fan Jianming's body stretched out, swept his fists suddenly, and swept towards the person sitting in the passenger seat.

With a "bang", the fist hit the man in the face without any bias.

"oh!"

The bridge of the nose was broken and the front teeth were knocked off. Even the screams were unique, appearing short and dull.

Fan Jianming also glanced at the back seat and didn't notice anyone inside. He looked at it again and saw that the person driving was a gangster. The person sitting in the passenger seat was actually Uncle Biao.

Fan Jianming sat on the hood and wanted to pinch Uncle Biao's shoulder blades with his hands.

"ah--"

Uncle Biao, whose face was covered in blood, opened his bloody mouth and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Say, who told you to do this?"

"Oh, give me your life, give me your life--" Because the front teeth fell, there was another mouthful of blood, and the shoulder blades were so painful that it was unbearable. Uncle Biao said vaguely: "No one called me, it's because I can't swallow that breath myself. A brother saw you coming here, so...Oh, oh--"

"Are you convinced now?"

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced."

"Are you planning to play?"

"Don't play anymore, don't play anymore."

"What's the future?"

"You are the boss, you are the boss, I, Abiao, is completely convinced. Ouch, oh——".

Fan Jianming immediately rolled back, got off the hood, and walked straight towards his car.

What Fan Jianming is most angry now is that the people from the Intelligence Bureau are manipulating behind the scenes, or people like Duan Yunbo and Jiang Zhichao repeatedly turn against each other. If that were the case, Fan Jianming would never have spared the other party so easily.

After all, Uncle Biao is also one of the three giants in Jiangcheng. He lost such a big person in public in the hotel, and it is understandable that he wanted to make some face back. Fan Jianming would give them at least one chance for such people.

Uncle Biao was lying in the car and had not come back to his senses for a long time. His driver was even more injured.

Those gangsters who were howling on the ground rolled and crawled around and spread out. The mobile phone was remembered in one second to provide you with wonderful novel reading.

When Fan Jianming opened his car door, Faye Wong shouted: "Mr. Fan, we have called the police."

Fan Jianming nodded: "If the police come, you will say that you saw someone fighting here just now, don't say it was me."

Faye Wong and the male salesperson nodded quickly.

After Fan Jianming got on the bus, he disappeared into the night in a flash.

"Wow! So awesome?" The male salesman thought of asking Faye Wong: "Who is this Mr. Fan? Why are you so familiar with him?"

"He is the major shareholder of our company, and even Boss Duan is respectful to him."

The male salesperson sighed: "Oh my God, he is tall and majestic, has a macho atmosphere, is so rich, and is so powerful, do you want others to live?"

Faye Wong seemed to have discovered a new continent and immediately called Yang Ting: "Mr. Yang, do you know what I saw just now?"
Chapter completed!