The huge boxing ring built with steel structure is mainly black, and occasionally some strange red patterns are decorated, making people feel the coldness and hardness of iron and blood as soon as they come in.

In an octagonal cage made of black metal mesh below the boxing ring, two strong men are fighting desperately.

More than a dozen tall men with bodyguards around the octagonal cage were wearing uniform black suits and looking at the battle with a calm expression on their faces. They had long been accustomed to all this.

Blood was just one of them. This man in a red boxing uniform basically didn't fight back. He was always beaten and kicked by another young flat-headed man like a sandbag, fisting to the flesh, extremely cruel.

A short-haired woman with an assistant-like appearance rushed to the octagonal cage with her cell phone in a hurry, looking at the young flat-headed man with fear, trying to shout, but she was a little afraid.

"Ah, ah!"

After a crisp sound, a shrill scream came from the octagonal cage. The man covered in blood hugged his broken leg tightly with his hands, and his whole body was in severe pain due to the pain. Sweat and tears on his forehead rushed out several ditches in the blood on his face.

"I'll give you another three days. If you still can't solve this problem, you won't have to keep your other leg."

The flat-headed young man raised his foot and kicked the man on the ground aside. Several bodyguards guarding the door quickly opened the metal door.

After the man came out, he took the towel and wiped the sweat and blood stains on his body. He then took the aquarius handed over by his subordinate and took a sip, then looked at the anxious female assistant.

"What's up?"

"Mr. Zhuang, I found Miss Gu."

The female assistant carefully cut open the phone, clicked the play button to the video on the phone, and handed it to the person.

"Chu Sheng? What did Zi Yan do when she ran to Chu Sheng?"

The man's tone was very calm, but there was a chill on his body. A fine bead of sweat appeared on the forehead of the female assistant beside him. He subconsciously took a step back, his eyes full of horror.

"I still need to inform me of this kind of thing? Don't you know how to do it?"

The man glanced coldly at the faces of the people around him and said lightly.

"Mr. Zhuang, we have used some connections to find out the situation of this person, but so far, we only know that his name is Zhao Fan. Other information has a confidentiality level, and our people do not have permission to view it."

These people naturally knew what to do, and they also knew that this young master looked calm, but in fact his heart was on the verge of an outbreak. Seeing Gu Ziyan, who was regarded as a forbidden man, smiled in the arms of another man, these people had already sentenced Zhao Fan to death in his heart.

"There is also this video. Mr. Zhuang, please take a look. Although it is a homemade broken gun, he is not injured at all at all at such a close distance. If he wants to touch him, I'm afraid..."

The flat-headed young man flipped the video and walked quickly towards the rest area next to the boxing ring. The female assistant trotted along the way. When he saw him turning to the video where Pan Jian shot, he hesitantly reminded him.

Mr. Zhuang didn't say anything. He stretched his hands and feet and naturally lay on the massage table in the rest area. He put his hands in front of him and continued to watch the video on his phone.

The bodyguards following closely behind waved their hands, and a young woman who had been waiting beside her ran over with understanding, stretching out her white hands and gently massaged the man's back.

After a long time, the man's slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened and said calmly: "Appoint Tie Hongshuo to take a few people there, what do you know?"

"Although the Gu family tried their best to cover it up, the situation of their old man is probably not that optimistic now. You can find a way to check Zi Yan's itinerary. I guess she will be back in the next few days."

"Yes, we'll do it right away."

Seeing that Zhuang Shao's hand reached behind him to massage the girl's long legs in black stockings, a group of people around him quickly agreed and quickly retreated.

...

In another courtyard in the capital, a middle-aged man with wide shoulders and strong body was standing behind the computer desk in the study, staring at the computer screen with sharp eyes.

The person who is responsible for operating the computer is a young man with glasses and looks a bit gentle.

The video was playing at a very slow speed, and the middle-aged man and another young man standing side by side with him were breathing a little heavy.

Neither of them went to see Zhao Fan's elegant figures of the group of gangsters with Gu Ziyan. Their eyes kept falling under Zhao Fan's constant steps. Every time they saw a step, their eyes would look even more sharp.

"The appearance is very similar to the boss, and the one I use is indeed Zhuanxu from the Zhao family's Zhuanxu steered horses."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly with his eyes, his eyes twitched slightly, and he spoke calmly.

The short-haired young man beside him flashed slightly, his face trembled, and his eyes looked at him inquiringly.

"I haven't come back for more than 20 years, so I've been hiding in this place. Even Zhuanxu's stewardship of the horse was passed on to him, and he was really affectionate."

The middle-aged man shook his hand with a sneer on his face, turned around and walked out quickly.

The young man looked at the computer screen again, remembered Zhao Fan's appearance in his heart, and turned around to follow the middle-aged man's footsteps.

...

The thick book had been broken by an iron hammer for countless layers. Looking at Zhao Fan, who was still calm, Yuan Weihua, who was sweating profusely, felt a sense of despair.

He didn't know how many times he had hit him. At the beginning, he was a little reluctant, for fear of killing him. Later, he was almost crazy and used all his strength to smash him hard.

The policemen around were all sweating at the incredible scene in front of them, which was beyond their perception. Even a piece of iron, which had been beaten so hard for so long, should it be deformed, right? But what about the slightest pain on the face of the person in front of him?

"If you are tired, just change someone. Anyway, the night is long and there is a lot of time. You can also ask more people to try it out."

Zhao Fan chuckled at the panting Yuan Weihua.

"Go to death!"

Yuan Weihua's tense nerves had already reached the verge of collapse. When he heard that Zhao Fan was still provoking at this time, the hammer in his hand, which had lost his mind, suddenly smashed Zhao Fan's head.

"don't want!"

Several policemen who were stunned around suddenly reacted and screamed. Just as they were about to stop him, Yuan Weihua had already hit Zhao Fan's head with this hammer.

Without surveillance videos, they are all their own people. If they just make a confession and leave no evidence of injury, even if Yuan Weihua is a bit out of line, they won't be too nervous.

But the hammer hit the top of his head, and it was about to die. The faces of the few people turned pale in an instant, and the eyes of Yuan Weihua were filled with endless anger.

"Don't you have a gun? If you want to kill me, isn't it more direct to use a gun?"

When Zhao Fan's voice appeared again, the group of people jumped up like they had seen a ghost.

Yuan Weihua's hand trembled, and the hammer fell down, and it was so desperate that it just fell on his feet. In the pain of his heart, he screamed in his mouth, and he really reached out to touch the pistol on his waist.

"Captain Yuan, calm down, calm down. If someone dies, we will be all done."

The policemen around him could not let him continue to do whatever he wanted at this time. They pressed him down with all their hands and shouted anxiously.

The crisp ringtone of the cell phone rang in the direction of the desk. Yuan Weihua, who was breathing, glanced at the cell phone that was not too far away. Seeing the name displayed on the screen, his expression slightly moved and answered the phone.

"Are you sure? The person has been sent in? Okay, I'll send him over immediately."

After a brief call, Yuan Weihua sneered again on his face and waved his hand and said, "Send him to the detention room!"

"No more fight?"

Seeing several policemen bringing handcuffs and shackles for him, Zhao Fan did not resist and looked at Yuan Weihua with a smile and asked.

"We've never hit you."

Yuan Weihua looked at Zhao Fan with resentment in his eyes, and waved to the other people who were a little confused. Several people escorted Zhao Fan out of the door in confusion and walked towards the detention center where the police station temporarily detained the suspect.

As soon as they walked to the door of the detention room, the few people understood why Yuan Weihua made such arrangements. A hint of hesitation flashed across his face and saw Zhao Fan's smiley face that was annoying no matter how he looked. He gritted his teeth and opened the iron door and stuffed him in.

As the footsteps quickly moved away, Zhao Fan looked at the five or six strong men in the room with a thin face, and also saw a basin of clear water and a stack of paper in the corner of the house.

"I'm really interested in killing me. If you kill me, your brother-in-law and nephew will be released?"

Zhao Fan's eyes became cold and he muttered to himself softly.

The face was covered with paper soaked in water, making people unable to breathe and finally suffocate to death. After a person dies, it is no different from the situation after drowning. As long as he is killed and throws it into the pond, any skilled forensic doctor can only identify it as drowning.

This kind of killing method has appeared in the TV series for many times, and it is not a new thing. Zhao Fan only glanced at it and knew what they wanted to do.

The other party was very thoughtful and prepared six strong men, but they did not untie his handcuffs and shackles. In their opinion, since they could not be killed, they would always die without breathing.

But they forgot that the handcuffs and shackles were a joke in front of Zhao Fan.

Even forty or fifty gangsters can't do anything to him, and six strong men can control him?

"Captain Yuan, tell us honestly, do you have a grudge against that person? Our brothers for so many years, we can bear some small problems with you, but we can't stand it if we really make a life."

"Yes, Team Yuan, you know that we are all old and young. If we continue to do this, we will all fall into it."

After several policemen sent Zhao Fan into the detention room, they quickly ran back to the interrogation room just now. They were restless and quickly surrounded Yuan Weihua, who was ashen and shouted anxiously.

"Even if you die, it's not our business. The people inside were arranged by Pan Danming. Several gangsters were arrested for fighting and were put in the detention room and waited for processing. As a result, there was a dispute and a fight. At most, we were just dereliction of duty. With me here, it was not your turn to take on this matter."

Yuan Weihua said leisurely with a cruel and cold smile on his face.

Looking at Yuan Weihua's expression, the people around him were a little chilled. They wanted to persuade him again, but they seemed to be pinched to his throat and couldn't say a word.

The crisp phone ringing rang again. Yuan Weihua looked down at the phone screen. When he saw the name on the caller ID, his face changed and he answered the phone nervously.
Chapter completed!