When Zhao Fan slapped that slap, Director Zhang only felt a sudden shock in his waist, as if some kind of depression and blockage were completely penetrated under this slap. The feeling of sourness and numbness disappeared in a moment. He was so excited that he got up and jumped off the bed, walked around the house quickly for a few rounds, his face full of surprise.

"You guys, you can! You've really cured me!" Director Zhang strode to Zhao Fan and patted his shoulder hard, his eyes a little wet.

It was easy to say, but this kind of pain was tormenting him all the time. He was only in his forties, but the pain had been tormenting him for more than ten years. If it weren't for Zhao Fan, he might have been paralyzed in bed that day.

Such a cheerful man, he was more painful than death, to let him lie on the bed and be served by others.

"Okay, it's enough to express it appropriately! Don't be too much, I'm not interested in men!" Zhao Fan slid under his feet, avoiding the hand that Director Zhang hugged his shoulders, waving his hands together, and shouting loudly.

"I don't know how you practiced your skills!" Director Zhang was a calm person after all. Although he was still ecstatic, his face soon calmed down and he said with a smile and shook his head.

"I will never thank you for your kindness. I, Zhang Yelei, will remember this kindness!" Zhang Yelei solemnly stretched out his palm towards Ye Qinghan and said seriously.

Zhao Fan reached out and clenched his broad palms tightly, and nodded gently.

As ordinary people, Zhao Aiguo and his wife and Zhao Rui were shocked when they saw Zhang Yelei, the policeman, enter the house. Especially Zhao Rui, they looked at Zhao Fan with a nervous look on their faces, afraid that the police would come to arrest him.

After chatting, the family realized that such a big thing had happened downstairs just now. When Zhao Aiguo and his wife heard Zhao Rui talk about what happened all the way back from the airport, they were filled with shock and nervousness at this moment.

Zhang Yelei comforted several people and blew Zhao Fan's skills that it was not rare on the ground or in the sky. After Zhao Aiguo and his wife repeatedly confirmed that Zhao Fan was indeed not hurt, they felt more at ease.

"Xiaofan, I have an elder. His condition is similar to mine, but now I can't stand up. Is there any way to cure him?" After a long time, Zhang Yelei looked at Zhao Fan with a nervous expression and asked with anticipation.

"Brother, do you really think I am a god? I haven't even seen the patient. How can I be sure that I can't be cured?" Zhao Fan patted his forehead and said with a smile.

"I, an elder, are not in Xiling City for the time being. I will contact him first to see when it will be convenient for him to come! If it can be cured, please help me cure him no matter what!" Zhang Yelei seemed to be more nervous about the elder he said than to him himself. The eyes of Zhao Fan were pleading for the first time.

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Zhang Yelei said goodbye and left without delaying for too long. Seeing that it was getting late, Lin Shiqi, regardless of the repeated attempts by Zhao Aiguo and his wife, also contacted the driver of the Lin family to drive over and pick her up.

Zhao Fan was interested in asking Lin Shiqi something, but it was just a mess. The two spent the time together alone in the stairwell for a while, and there was no time to speak.

The simple and narrow room made Zhao Aiguo, who had already regarded Zhao Fan as a guest, feel a little embarrassed. He suggested opening a room for Zhao Fan in the chemical factory guesthouse.

"Dad, mom, where you are, is my home! The golden and silver nest is not as good as the doghouse of your own. How can you still stay outside when you go home?" Zhao Fan looked at the couple's gray hair who was only in their forties, and felt a little sad. He held their hands and said sincerely.

A bright smile appeared on the couple's somewhat sad faces again, and tears in the corners of their eyes couldn't help falling down again.

Zhao Fan once camped in the desert full of yellow sand, and once fell to the ground and fell asleep in the swamp covered with mud. But today, Zhao Aiguo and his wife, who have always been frugal, specially set him off the only room equipped with air conditioning. The room was cool and comfortable, but he couldn't sleep.

"What does the old man mean to ask me to come back? I finally came back. What should I do if the old man asked me to leave again? What is the situation of that Mu Qingya? The old man actually called me to take action to protect me personally?" One by one question was rumbling in his mind. Zhao Fan, who had to turn around, simply stood up and stood in front of the bed, looking at the dark night sky slowly.

The chemical factory is a relatively remote location and it seems extremely quiet at night. When he just stood in front of the window, he heard a subtle rustling sound outside. But he didn't care too much. After all, there are people living downstairs, and it's only 1:00 in the morning, so it's normal for a little sound.

But when he felt the sound getting closer and just as he was about to start the exploration technique, he saw a head exposed outside the window glass.

It was pitch black outside, and Zhao Fan did not turn on the lights in the room, but both of them saw each other.

In the middle of the night, a person climbing the window and a person standing in front of the window were looking at each other strangely.

In the end, Zhao Fan moved first. He reached out his hand casually and opened the window.

He was mainly afraid that the guy outside would break the window, the sound would be too loud, which would attract the attention of the others in the house. After just one day of his return, the family was already worried and scared with him. He didn't want to scare them out of a heart attack.

The man outside was always tense. The moment the window opened, the man with one hand on the windowsill suddenly jumped up, and a dagger with a faint blue light flashing in the night pierced towards Zhao Fan's throat.

This man was wearing a night vision goggles, his hands were very stable and he had a good grasp of the timing. The distance was so close that the dagger was almost at its peak. Most people would never have thought that he would take action in such a situation, and he could not avoid a fatal blow.

"Get out!" Zhao Fan was already in a state of murder at the first sight of this person.

Seeing this person's actions, he did not avoid it at all. He even took a half step forward, ignored the dagger, and slapped the man on the head with a slap.

Experience value 15

The opponent's dagger did stab Zhao Fan's throat. Even if his defense was amazing, he felt a slight pain. However, the dagger failed to pierce his skin and could not kill him.

"Add fifteen? I've invested a lot of money, I'm a master!" Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows and sneered with a sneer when he heard the system's prompt.

A clamor sound rang outside the window. Zhao Fan never heard the system prompting the increase in experience value, let alone the other party landed on the ground.

"Are you not dead? It's okay, it's just right not to waste!" Zhao Fan reached out and leaned over the windowsill.

The Blood Eagle went up to the roof and then used a zipline to get off.

He didn't expect that Zhao Fan would have just stood there in a daze at the window. He had practiced the assassination plan at least two or three times in his mind. When he saw a figure standing behind the window, it was broken into pieces.

He didn't even have time to untie the rope that was hanging on his body, so he took action at Zhao Fan.

Fortunately, the rope was not untied, otherwise he would have been slapped from the sixth floor, and he would probably not be broken into pieces now.

At such a close distance, the move was almost certain, and it really stabbed Zhao Fan's throat accurately. But the Blood Eagle couldn't figure it out, and it was clearly stabbed, so why couldn't it?

If the dagger hadn't stabbed Zhao Fan in the throat accurately, how could he not resist the slap he had slapped?

Two light coughs came from above his head, and the Blood Eagle tightened his body. He looked up and saw Zhao Fan sitting leisurely on the windowsill. His legs hanging outside the windowsill were still swaying leisurely. Seeing Zhao Fan reaching out to grab the tight rope, he swung his body and then grabbed the plastic drain pipe not far from him.

"Do you know I'm coming?" Blood Eagle's voice was a little hoarse, like a night owl in the dark. He raised his head and looked at Zhao Fan with his eyes shining in the dark, and asked coldly.

Zhao Fan ignored him, raised his hands and stretched his waist, then thrust his waist in the unbelievable gaze, and then jumped off the windowsill.

"Damn, this is the sixth floor!"

When the Blood Eagle saw Zhao Fan's forty-three-yard big feet stepping directly at his head, she had already cut this person into the ranks of madmen in her heart. She almost used all her strength to push the drainage pipe violently, and her body hanging on the rope swung four or five meters away, and also avoided the foot that Zhao Fan stepped on.

From the sixth floor to the ground, it was just a blink of an eye. Before the Blood Eagle could even stabilize its shaking body, he heard a loud bang, and there was a muffled groan in it.

"You are really determined to die. Is it really so uncomfortable to live?" He had learned about what happened today before he came. At this moment, he saw Zhao Fan jumping down from the sixth floor in order to step on him. Even though he was cold and ruthless, he couldn't help but sigh.

Thinking of the scene where Zhao Fan stood silently behind the window just now, he regretted that he had appeared so early. He was a little puzzled if he would wait for a while and the man would jump from the sixth floor and commit suicide.

"Down and fight!" Zhao Fan was calm, but a voice that seemed a little weak came from below.

After stabilizing his body, the Blood Eagle happened to see Zhao Fan standing steadily on the ground, and he was a little confused.

What kind of monster is this? Although this place is dilapidated, it is still hard cement floor below. Even if you jump down at such a high level, you should have broken your arms and legs, right?

For a moment, Blood Eagle thought of giving up this mission. How could a monster who could not even die if he jumped from the sixth floor?

"This may have mastered some skill and can jump from the sixth floor to survive, but it will never be a good time. Now he is weak and the best time to kill him!"

After all, the Blood Eagle felt the weakness in Zhao Fan's voice, and soon calmed down again. After making up his mind, he slid down the rope.

As soon as he slid down to the second floor, he unbuttoned the clamp around his waist. He kicked his feet on the wall, and with the inertia falling from the air, he waved his dagger and rushed towards Zhao Fan.

His target was still Zhao Fan's throat. The dagger flashed with cold light and even had a slight sound of breaking through the air, which showed that he had exhausted all his strength in this move. Zhao Fan did not take it hard this time, but instead tilted his body slightly, letting the Blood Eagle's dagger slash on his shoulder, and at the same time, he slapped it out.

With a crisp sound, the blood eagle rolled out like a gourd that fell to the ground.

Experience value 15

The system prompted the sound. Zhao Fan, who was not exerting force, glanced at the Blood Eagle on the ground with some concern, for fear that he would kill this guy by taking too much action.
Chapter completed!