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Xinfan's voice was like a small stone. Although it was very light, it still caused ripples on the calm lake, breaking the delicate balance in the bar.

With increasingly bitter eyes, the figure in front slowly turned around, revealing a face full of scars and scars.

Rao Shi's well-informed Xinfan was also taken aback by such a hideous face, but his expression did not show any cracks. On the contrary, there was some interest in those dark and bright eyes.

Mezcal's facial profile is more three-dimensional than Asano Nobuhiro, and his eyes are much colder and cruel. When he is looking at you seriously, it will make people feel a sharp coldness crawling up the spine along the spine.

Even if the little brothers around did not face Mezcal directly, they were horrified by the aura of his body and avoided their sight. It seemed that even staring at the man who was covered in black would lose his life.

The scarface facing Xinfan noticed the actions of the younger brothers, and he couldn't help but spit: "Ahhhhh! Just this little bunny can scare you like this?! Let me stand up!!"

However, although the boss's roar can force his subordinates to form a circle, it can't bring the due pressure to Xinfan.

His eyes became cold, and there was still no emotion in his tone: "Where is Masan Supei?"

"Huh!" Scarface took out a pistol from his arms and took a picture of it on the table of the bar counter, his expression was quite triumphant, "Give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Xinfan looked at him in silence.

Scarface thought that his words successfully scared the boy in front of him who didn't seem to have any fighting capacity. He couldn't help being more arrogant, and he was even less polite: "You are probably the dog sent by Masan Kenzo to protect his brother? Go back and tell your master. , Tell him to prepare 50 million to redeem Suping Ganshan!"

Xinfan lowered his head slightly, his eyes revealed boredom, and he sighed helplessly.

"Either prepare the money and send it to me for release, or prepare for the funeral as soon as possible! Hahahaha..."

Scarface was still smiling arrogantly, but when he saw a flower, the figure of the man in black disappeared.

Scarface panicked, he quickly grabbed the pistol next to him. However, before he could grasp it firmly, a force strong enough to break his wrist came unceremoniously from his hand.

He only had time to say "Ah!" before being cut back and pressed his hands on the high stool next to the bar.

And the man who disappeared didn't know when he touched him, he was looking at him condescendingly at the moment, the strength in his hand gradually increased.

"You, you, you let go of the boss! Otherwise, otherwise!"

In shock and fear, a little brother shuddered and roared.

Xinfan looked up lazily, and then raised the pistol he had confiscated: "I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language. That's right." He looked down at Scarface indifferently, "and you."

The little brother shivered instantly.

Scarface quickly begged for mercy: "I, I, I am wrong! Can't I be wrong if I am wrong?"

Xinfan has no time to listen to his nonsense: "I ask you one last time, where is Masan Supei?"

"He was drunk, and he was lying there." Scarface replied obediently, "I didn't do anything to him. He went the wrong way, and he was still drunk with me...Ah!! "

Scarface's face was squeezed and deformed by Xinfan's palm and wooden chair, and he dared not speak.

Xinfan could vaguely see a figure through the curtain leading to the operation room, and it was all to this point, and Scarface shouldn't dare to lie. He was worried for Silas in his heart, so he didn't embarrass the little gangsters on the underworld anymore, he picked it up and put it down gently.

However, he didn't expect that when he just let go and walked towards the operating room, he was suddenly put into his temple with a gun.

"Do you think I would let you go so easily? You even returned the pistol to me. I really don't know if you should be stupid or stupid."

Xin Fan: "..."

Alas, how can it be so hard to be forgiving once?

He pushed his right hand forward slightly, and said softly, "Do you think I don't have a gun?"

A handful of Beretta did not know when Xinfan had already held it in her hand.

As he said, he raised his left hand again and opened it lightly. A few bullets suddenly fell freely to the ground, making a clear clanking sound.

Scarface's complexion turned blue for an instant, and he asked incredulously: "You, when are you..."

"So now, can you let me pick up my friend?"

Scarface was so scared that he stepped back several steps in an instant. He didn't dare to play any tricks, and he didn't even dare to pick up bullets on the ground.

Xinfan walked into the operation room without anyone, and saw Silas who was sleeping dimly.

When he turned his head, Scar's face trembled.

"..." Xinfan slowed down helplessly, "Throw him into my car."

Scarface walked into the operating room around Xinfan, and picked up Shiraz who was not much different from him~www.readwn.com~ rushed out of the bar and put it in a car dozens of meters away with extremely gentle force. Back seat.

Xinfan followed him over, and he nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, you can go."

"No, okay?" Scarface looked like a dream. He thought his underworld career would come to an abrupt end here.

Xinfan glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, just nodded slightly. Scarface happily praised him for his righteousness.

Xinfan stood beside the sleeping Silas, watching the figure with the scar face drifting away. He sighed in his heart that these underworld guys are actually not bad sometimes. It is straightforward, and...low quality.

Scarface at this time hadn't realized that they would be taken away by Tokyo police for investigation because of affecting public order. They would have to squat in jail for at least three months to be released.

And all this stemmed from the fact that they offended this man sitting in the driving seat, silently waiting for his companion to wake up.

Xinfan glanced at Syrah, who was sleeping soundly, and probably couldn't wake up in a short time. After hesitating for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and dialed someone's phone number.

"..." He whispered, "It's me, Nobuhiro Asano. I want to submit an application, and maybe need to provide witness protection similar to the United States."

The chief's breathing stopped for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice contained imperceptible worry: "What's the matter, have you exposed it?"

"It's not me." Xinfan smiled bitterly, "If I were to be exposed, there would probably be no chance of receiving public security protection at all."

"There won't be that day." The officer paused for half a second and added, "But we have formulated a complete protection plan for you, which is sufficient to deal with any adverse situations that may occur.

"Zhu Fujun, the public security will protect his comrades in arms."