He called Li Cuilan and told him about being a bodyguard for Mu Qingya. The couple were so dedicated. They were all very happy when they heard that Zhao Fan had a job and had some worry. They completely settled down. They repeatedly told him to do it well and he didn't have to worry about the family's affairs.

When Zhao Fan heard the sound of fat Zheng Yingjie shouting from the phone, he felt much more relieved and hung up the phone with a smile on his face.

When they drove to Yipin Jiangshan Community, they saw the old man and Mu Qingya holding two bags in their hands to get on the bus. A group of soldiers with live ammunition were standing around them with vigilance.

Seeing that Mu Changfeng had already reached halfway through the car door, Zhao Fan walked over and asked in surprise and found out that the Mu family was about to move out.

In comparison, people who do business are always more superstitious. After all, this house is dead and is considered a haunted house. When Zhao Fan mentioned it yesterday, Mu Changfeng actually wanted to move out overnight, but when he saw Mu Qingya was tired and fell asleep, he persisted all night.

"Thank you!"

After understanding clearly, Zhao Fan walked up to Mu Qingya and said with a smile.

"You're welcome!"

Mu Qingya also had a few pieces of gauze on her body. She was touching the wound on her feet when she was walking, so she didn't dare to exert too much force, and she looked extremely tired. When she heard Zhao Fan thank him, she touched the corner of her mouth and buried her head and got into the car, as if she didn't dare to look at his eyes.

Mu's family has a big business, so naturally there is more than just one house. Their destination is a villa near the factory. Mu Changfeng and his daughter were riding in the same car as the old man. The soldiers responsible for protecting them drove the two cars, one in front and one behind and one behind, and Zhao Fan followed him in his Rolls-Royce when he saw them at the door.

In order to improve the level of exploration, he would subconsciously use this skill several times every once in a while. As soon as he got on the car, he saw the situation at the entrance of the community and frowned.

Next to the parking lot at the entrance of the community, the old Taoist Yu Song wearing a coarse sermon robe actually guarded here with a dark face.

"Zhao Tianlong, come down for me!"

Before Zhao Fan could react, Yu Song saw the old man in the middle car through the car window, and shouted loudly, took a few steps quickly and blocked the car.

The car that was moving forward slowly braked, and seven or eight soldiers from the two cars in front and behind jumped down as fast as possible. Four of them pressed the muzzle directly on the old Taoist priest's head, and the remaining four were leaning against the car Mu Qingya's head, and they looked around with a vigilant look on their faces.

At this time, Zhao Fan had already rushed to the front of Master Yu Song, but his eyes fell on the old man with a calm expression.

When Yu Song saw Zhao Fan appear, his eyes were almost on fire. He gritted his teeth and stared at him, let out a cold snorting in his mouth, and looked at the old man and shouted: "Zhao Tianlong, your descendants of the Zhao family are doing whatever they want outside, do you care?"

The old man in the car didn't move, and his eyes looked at Yu Song calmly without saying a word. Only Zhao Fan saw the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, his heart moved, and he quickly jumped two steps behind.

Sure enough, the next second, the old man opened the car door and got out of the car. Yusong, who was about to continue roaring for a few seconds, felt a flash in front of him. The old man came to him.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Yu Song shouted in his mouth, and then raised his foot and wanted to retreat.

Although this man is very strong, how can he see in front of the old man? He just raised his feet, and the old man's hand was already on his collar.

"Zhao Tianlong, what do you want to do? I'm here to reason with you, not to fight with you."

"Hey, you can't bully people like this. Will your disciples and grandchildren kill innocent people outside? Why don't you tell me?"

I don’t know what the old man used. After he was caught by him, although he struggled constantly, he could not break free. He was brought to the parking lot next to him.

The sound of bang and bang kept ringing. Zhao Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head, raising his hand to cover his eyes.

It's so miserable. Not to mention that Yu Song's hands were dislocated by Zhao Fan and just installed them. Even if this is not the case, he would not have any power to fight back in front of the old man.

In just two minutes, the old Taoist Yu Song, who was still fairy-like, was beaten by the old man to the point of bruising and swollen face, and was still shouting loudly, but the qi in his middle was obviously weaker than before.

Just as Zhao Fan looked at Yu Song's panda eye that only half of it began to suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder, the old man raised his hand and punched Yu Song's other eye. Then he was satisfied and clapped his hands, and said calmly: "Now we can say, why are the descendants of my Zhao family doing whatever they want?"

"Zhao Tianlong, you and I are not over. Why do you hit me? What am I doing wrong?"

Yu Song, who was grinning, was now covered in dust and staring at two big dark circles. She was so embarrassed that she would be. She was like an angry young wife, shouting in great grievance. Zhao Fan even felt that he was almost crying.

"I didn't say what you did wrong again. I've been missing you for a long time. I miss you very much. Just relive our friendship."

The old man spread his hands and said indifferently.

puff……

Whether it was Zhao Fan or those around him watching the fun, they couldn't help but want to squirt blood.

If you bully someone, just bully him. Can you find a reason seriously?

"The Taoist priest is really jealous of evil. For a few irrelevant people, he has chased him here. Get in the car, I will tell you the cause and effect of the matter."

The official looked at him in confusion, and several security guards in the community surrounded him, and three or two pedestrians were watching. Zhao Fan didn't want to continue making trouble here and waved to Yusong.

The old Taoist Yu Song raised his eyebrows and was about to say something, but when he saw the old man's face darkened, he snorted again and walked towards Zhao Fan honestly.

A slight buzzing sounded faintly above my head. Zhao Fan, who was still looking at Yu Song, moved slightly, and then looked into the sky.

A black drone the size of a washbasin was extremely hidden in the night and was falling straight at this time, at a very fast speed.

It was not until he entered the range of street lights that Zhao Fan could see clearly what it was.

His heart trembled suddenly, and he shouted out, and Feibu rushed towards Mu Qingya who had just gotten off the car.

I had only had time to put my hands around Mu Qingya and lay next to the car, and a bang came from the air.

The explosion was not too loud, even a little subtle, not like the sound after the bomb exploded. Then the white smoke in the sky was emitted almost in the blink of an eye.

The sound of falling to the ground sounded one after another. The first ones fell were the security guards and three pedestrians who were stretching their necks to watch the fun.

Immediately afterwards, a group of soldiers holding steel guns shook their bodies and fell softly to the ground one after another. In just half a minute, only Zhao Fan, the old man and the old Taoist Yu Song were the only ones who could stand.

"thump"

Zhao Fan, who still protected Mu Qingya under him, soon saw the old man fall to the ground.

Just as he was amazed at why he didn't feel anything, he saw the old man lying on the ground blinking at him. He quickly lowered his head as a spiritual god.

Um?

He focused on the figures that appeared in the darkness. When Zhao Fan lowered his head, he felt a warm feeling on his face and a faint fragrance. He realized that this bowing his head was directly lying in Mu Qingya's ears, and her pretty and crystal-clear earlobe was touching the tip of his nose.

"Zhao Tianlong, what are you doing?"

Just as he was about to change his position, Yu Song, who had only barely stood on the hood for a while, let out an angry roar and sat down weakly. A group of people with faces covered in the dark rushed towards this side quickly.

"Sin, sin, I didn't deliberately take advantage!"

He recited the Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart, and supported his body with his hands to try not to contact Mu Qingya's body. However, the faint fragrance still drilled into his nostrils uncontrollably, feeling Mu Qingya's fair and smooth skin like milk, and finally his heart was still a little distracted.

The six men in black wearing tight leather jackets did not stop at all, but went straight to the target and soon arrived at Mu Qingya.

The two of them worked together to lift Zhao Fan up and throw him aside. When the remaining few people were about to reach out to Mu Qingya, Zhao Fan, who was lying on the side, opened his eyes and shook his head gently, and said leisurely: "Can you only take her away? Can I take a ride and follow her to see her for a long time?"

He said casually, and his voice was not loud. A group of men in black jumped up like cats being stepped on their tails. A slight catapult sounded from them, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Fan's eyes were already shining with silver light.

These people used not guns, but a very small crossbow, and they shot out steel needles about an inch long.

"Since you're here, you don't have to leave!"

The old man's humble shout sounded behind them, and the group of people turned around extremely quickly, and another rain of needles flew towards the old man.

"All of these big people are still playing with such kids!"

The old man had just stepped up in the air to avoid these flying needles, and Zhao Fan's voice had already flown through the crowd. His palms kept slashing like a knife, and each knife was slashing behind the heads of these men in black.

The surprised expression in the eyes of these men in black appeared, and then they turned black and fell to the ground one by one.

"It's really a big deal. I've used military anesthesia bombs. How much is Mu Qingya worth? He actually makes them so willing to spend a lot of money?"

Zhao Fan quickly took off the masks from these people's faces, and even pulled off their collars with confidence to prevent them from committing suicide after waking up. Then he looked at the old man who was walking closer and said.

"One hundred million."

The old man snorted coldly and said lightly.

"It's worth their crazy life, but no matter how much money it is, you have to spend your life. Are these people stupid?"

Zhao Fan curled his lips and said, not very surprised by the number, shook his head and said.

"USD!"

The old man gasped and then said the remaining two words. Zhao Fan's raised mouth suddenly became a little stiff.

At least most people cannot refuse the temptation of money. If it is a 100 million Chinese currency that makes people take risks, a 100 million US dollar can completely make the entire dark world crazy.

According to the current exchange rate, the value of 100 million US dollars is equivalent to nearly 700 million Chinese coins. How many people can't make so much money without eating or drinking for several lifetimes? How can we not let people continue to do anything?

"So this is the price that makes you dare to break into the forbidden land of mercenaries! What kind of high technology is Mu developing? It makes people want to get it at such a high cost? Is it really just a new energy technology that is as simple as it is?"

Zhao Fan's eyes swept across the faces of a group of people who were obviously not Chinese, muttered to himself, and glanced at the old man, hoping that he could answer the conversation.

But the old man was already taking Mu Qingya's pulse and checking it. It seemed that he hadn't heard what he said at all, and obviously he didn't plan to answer.
Chapter completed!