1246 Shout Out

1246 Shout out

Whether it is good or not, it has to be done.

Li Fan wanted to find Liu Xiaowan back, so he quickly took her back to China. No matter what the reason is, Li Fan will never let a woman leave him!

"Brother, this is the territory of the local gang."

Lao Biao drove himself and sent Li Fan to a bar at the entrance of Chinatown. The appearance of this bar is very good, hundreds of times better than that of a small store like Bigfoot. A beautiful three-storey building, the outside is full of lights, and the inside is full of people.

There are two white security guards outside the bar, each with big arms and round waists, with guns hanging from their waists.

When Li Fan walked over, the two security guards immediately stopped him.

"Stop, no Chinese are allowed here!"

The two security guards stared at Li Fan and scolded him.

"Oh? This is a place owned by the Chinese, why not let the Chinese enter?"

Li Fan was not angry either, and asked with a smile.

"Fuck! There's a lot to talk about!"

A security guard was furious and pushed Li Fan with his hand. He is close to 1.9 meters tall and has a strong physique. Generally speaking, with Li Fan's stature, he should be pushed down in one fell swoop. But Li Fan stretched out his hand to grab it, pinched it on the wrist of the white security guard, and then twisted it.

With a sound of Kabun, the white man's wrist was broken, and then Li Fan twisted his arms and pressed him to the ground, and then kicked the white security guard's temple, kicking him unconscious.

Li Fan's neat move surprised another white security guard.

"fuck you!"

He cursed loudly, then pulled out a pistol from the back of his waist and pointed it at Li Fan.

But Li Fan turned around and kicked the pistol away. Then he raised his leg again and kicked the security guard on the head.

Slashing the dragon platform, the legs rise and the head falls.

Li Fan's attack is precise and effective, and it kills with one hit.

Lao Biao was a little dumbfounded, this little overlord is really powerful. With him alone, the entire Chinatown was subdued in minutes!

"Let's go, let's meet that Anthony... Oh yes, and Brother Liang."

Li Fan pushed open the door of the bar, facing a huge impact of metal music, which almost threw Li Fan out.

Damn it, although I have been to bars before, but this bar in Chinatown is too noisy, far better than the one opened by Concubine Zhou.

"who are you?"

The lights inside were flickering, and a bartender was very vigilant when he saw Li Fan and the others coming in through the lights.

No Chinese are welcome here, even those damn local gangsters in Chinatown, they can't enter this bar through the main entrance, they can only enter the place where they need to work through the back entrance!

All colored people are fucking stupid pigs who only deserve to be dominated by white people!

"It came just in time."

As soon as Li Fan stretched out his hand, the bartender was immediately caught in the air, suspended in front of Li Fan, with a terrified expression, struggling desperately, kicking his legs constantly.

He had no idea what had happened, but the feeling of death had come over him.

"Where is your boss?"

Li Fan asked coldly, his voice was obviously very small, but it was clearly heard by the bartender.

The bartender thought he had encountered a devil, so he hurriedly pointed out the location of the boss.

"fine thanks."

Li Fan put the bartender down and threw it aside.

The bartender was lying on the ground leaning against the wall. Looking at Li Fan's back, he suddenly reached out and took out a pistol from his pocket.

Li Fan didn't look back, just turned his back to him, stretched out his hand, and shook it.

"Click it!"

The bartender's head was twisted 180 degrees, and he died of exhaustion.

"You're looking for your own death..."

Lao Biao couldn't help curling his lips, obviously Li Fan gave him a chance to survive, but this guy didn't cherish it himself!

The music in the bar was overwhelming, and no one knew that someone had died here. However, Li Fan set off a secret battle in the bar. He kept walking towards the target's place. Along the way, many white security guards stopped him, but Li Fan casually eliminated them.

The equipment of these people is obviously much better than that of the Northeast Gang and the Taiwan Gang. The pistols are all m1911, and some people are even equipped with anti-terrorism submachine guns like MP5.

Obviously, these people are well-trained, not ordinary gangsters. But even if they were carrying bazookas, Li Fan wasn't afraid. He was exhausted and quickly rushed to the office on the second floor. And Lao Biao followed behind him all the way, extremely safe.

It was also the first time for Lao Biao to enter this bar. He couldn't help but feel a little envious of how much money this place makes a year. But thinking that this place would be destroyed soon, he put away his jealousy again.

No matter how much money you make, you have to spend your life!

Li Fan quickly walked to the door of the office. He raised his foot and kicked the door open.

In this office, a middle-aged Chinese man in a floral shirt was sitting among a group of women, embracing left and right, smoking drugs, as if he was about to ascend to heaven.

Seeing Li Fan walk in, he shook his head and said in a daze.

"Who is it? Come on? Let's play together?"

"This is Brother Liang, but judging by his appearance, he should be useless."

Lao Biao sneered twice, "Drugs are such a thing, how can you just stick to it?"

"The others leave."

Li Fan gave an order, "I'll give you ten seconds."

With that said, Li Fan gave Lao Biao a look, and Lao Biao immediately pulled out his pistol and gestured.

Those girls were so frightened that they ran away one after another, and they didn't even have time to put on their clothes.

"Well...it seems to be a pretty good day..."

Lao Biao slapped a girl's butt, and couldn't help feeling jealous.

"Hey, why are you all gone...Come back, let's play together...God..."

Brother Liang even yelled a few times in confusion.

"Fuck you paralyzed!"

Lao Biao stepped forward, slapped him in the face with his mouth, and slapped him off the sofa and threw him to the ground.

"Where's Anthony? Where did he go?"

Brother Liang was picked up by Lao Biao, with saliva lying on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at him blankly.

"Anthony... who is it..."

"It's your father!"

Lao Biao swung his palms, left and right, and kept slapping Brother Liang's face. After smoking for more than five minutes, Lao Biao's hands were red. Brother Liang finally woke up from the pain, looked at Lao Biao, and screamed.

"Old, old Biao! Grass mud horse, why are you here?"

He subconsciously went to get the pistol, and found that Lao Biao had already held his pistol in his hand and pointed it at his head.

"You, you are crazy, here are all my people! As long as I give an order, you can't live!"

Brother Liang yelled.

"You shout."

Lao Biao was happy, there were no other people here, they were all eliminated by Li Fan.

"Come on, come on!"

Brother Liang tore his throat and shouted for a long time, but no one paid any attention.

His face finally changed, from flushed to pale.

Could it be that his own people have all been killed?