Chapter 10 Ning Fan’s Rules

"Guangzi, what are you doing standing there dumbfounded? Destroy him. └@ ┘" Zhou Biao couldn't stand Ning Fan's provocation to his majesty. When he saw the bald man standing dumbly aside, he couldn't help but roar.

The bald man looked helpless, but the boss had his destiny, so even if he had just suffered a hard time, he had to fight hard.

While he was fighting between heaven and man, there was a clang, and the door was pushed open. A group of horse boys shouted and rushed in like a tide, blocking Ning Fan's escape. They also held machetes, steel rods and other weapons in their hands.

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Seeing his brother, Zhou Biao became more confident and shouted: "Brothers, kill this kid for me."

After listening to the boss's order, the horses shouted and waved their weapons and rushed towards Ning Fan.

No one saw the bald man taking the opportunity to take a few steps back dejectedly, hiding far away, with a pair of evil eyes gloating about his misfortune...

Ning Fan turned around and jumped into the crowd. He was so fast that only afterimages were left behind. There was a ping-ping-pong-pong sound, accompanied by the crack of the blade going into the bones and the shocking screams. In less than a minute, there were ten people.

The boy was knocked to the ground, his head bleeding.

The others stared at Ning Fan as if they were ghosts, trembling and retreating like a wave, not daring to go forward again.

Zhou Biao's hair stood on end and he roared: "What are you afraid of? There are so many of you, but you can't beat him? Go ahead and hack him to death!"

Ning Fan shook his head and said displeasedly: "I'm not wasting my time with you. Now follow my rules."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fan jumped up and rushed towards Zhou Biao on the bed. The girl was immediately frightened and screamed, shivering like chaff.

Zhou Biao has been on the edge of a knife for so many years, and his reputation is not in vain. The moment Ning Fan pounced on him, he decisively turned over and got out of bed. Regardless of his naked body, he opened the drawer of the bedside table and quickly opened the drawer of the bedside table.

Grab something and turn around quickly.

late!

At this time, Ning Fan had already arrived in front of him and sent out a palm.

boom!

Zhou Biao received a solid slap and was knocked into the closet next to him, causing sawdust to fly.

Ning Fan didn't give his opponent a chance to breathe, and followed up with all his strength. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the closet, a black barrel stretched out and was aimed at his head.

Ning Fan's eyes flashed and he hurriedly rushed to the side.

Zhou Biao coughed and vomited a mouthful of blood. He was also horrified by the opponent's skill. One palm hit him and made him vomit blood. Even looking at the whole Jiangsha, few people could achieve this skill.

If Zhou Biao knew that Ning Fan's palm was not full force, I wonder what he would think.

Zhou Biao felt that his decision was really wise. Instead of fighting head-on, he chose to take the amulet-a gun.

Zhou Biao has been the boss for many years and has not made any move for a long time, and no one dares to trouble him.

But he did not completely relax his vigilance. He kept a gun hidden in his bedside table, an imitation 54 pistol he bought on the black market a few years ago.

He has used this gun to scare many people and solve many crises.

Zhou Biao groaned, ignoring the pain on his body, and stood up shakily. The black muzzle never left Ning Fan's position, and the whole room was filled with a chilling and depressing atmosphere.

Seeing this, the other horses quickly formed a circle and blocked the door to prevent Ning Fan from escaping. They stared at him with a ferocious smile, as if they were looking at a trapped animal in a cage.

"Boy, fight! Are you scared? Brother Biao, I am not a vegetarian. If you dare to move again, I will kill you with one shot." Zhou Biao regained his arrogance and cursed in relief.

Ning Fan didn't expect that the other party had a gun, which was unexpected. After a brief moment of shock, he calmed down.

It's not that Ning Fan has never seen a gun before. He also used a shotgun when he was at home. It's just that he feels that hunting with a shotgun takes away a lot of fun, so he basically uses his hands and feet to hunt prey and enjoy the hearty pleasure.

Ning Fan looked at the proud Zhou Biao unmoved, shook his head and said: "It's not important to use a gun."

"Haha, why bother talking about being particular about me? As long as I kill you, I will be the most particular person."

Zhou Biao couldn't help but marveled when he saw that this kid didn't have the slightest fear under the threat of a pistol.

"Brothers, tie him up for me. I will play with him slowly today and play him to death." Zhou Biao waved his hand and ordered boldly.

Ning Fan shook his head in disappointment. The moment Zhou Biao moved his gun slightly away, he moved. There is a saying that he is as quiet as a virgin and as active as a rabbit that has escaped from the mountain. Ning Fan did not move like a rabbit that escaped from the mountain, but more like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Naturally, the vitality in his body instantly flowed throughout his body along with his thoughts, making him highly concentrated and his vision as sharp as lightning.

Zhou Biao was obviously frightened, and his mind was temporarily lost. The figure in front of his eyes flashed, and Zhou Biao didn't even see it clearly, so he raised his hand and fired.

boom!

The dull sound of gunshots struck the air in the room, leaving a buzzing sound in everyone's ears.

Zhou Biao's pupils shrank and he felt something bad.

Ning Fan's figure disappeared in his eyes.

The other horses immediately screamed and pointed behind Zhou Biao.

Zhou Biao felt a chill behind his back, but it was too late to turn the gun head. A slender palm wrapped around his arm and quickly blocked his wrist.

Click!

Broken wrist.

The other hand pressed against the aorta in his neck.

Ning Fan grabbed the pistol and threw it on the ground. He tried hard to hide it with his feet, and kept mumbling: "Using a gun, you don't have to be careful... Using a gun... you don't have to be careful..."

After a while, the pistol died and was stamped into a strange-shaped iron lump.

Zhou Biao felt that he was about to stop breathing, and his heart was beating uncontrollably.

This kid is too fierce and cannot judge with common sense.

Zhou Biao endured the pain of broken bones, turned his head with difficulty, and met Ning Fan's eyes. When he saw Ning Fan's sharp eyes like lightning, he suddenly became silent.

But Zhou Biao's pain was not over yet. Ning Fan released his artery and without talking nonsense to him, turned to him and grabbed his arms. With a click, Zhou Biao's arms were dislocated.

"Let me tell you something. I learned bone setting from a doctor in our village for a few days at home, and I just happened to give it a try on you today."

Click!

The dislocated arm rejoined, and Zhou Biao broke into a cold sweat from the pain.

"I haven't practiced for a long time and I'm a little rusty. I just want to try it a few more times today."

Click!

Click!

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Ning Fan was like a dedicated doctor, constantly dislocating Zhou Biao's arm and then reattaching it. Repeatedly, the harsh clicking sound resounded in everyone's heart, like a drum beating in hell.

It struck their souls, making people shudder and feel horrified.

"ah……"

After repeating this five times, Zhou Biao finally couldn't bear it anymore and screamed heart-breakingly. His shoulders were swollen and congested, and it was too miserable to look at.

"Brother, please let me go, there is nothing to discuss..." Zhou Biao begged out of breath.

Ning Fan stopped and sighed: "Actually, I really want to sit down and reason with you, but why don't you listen? My mother often teaches me that if others don't listen to you, then hit them with your fists until they obey.

until."

Zhou Biao almost fainted from the pain. Tears welled up in his eyes involuntarily, and he begged: "...Brother, let's sit down and talk now, okay?"

Ning Fan frowned and thought for a while, then glanced at the circle of horses who were watching eagerly.

Seeing this, Zhou Biao quickly shouted to his subordinates: "What are you still doing here? Didn't you see that I'm talking to this big brother? Get out quickly and guard the door. Don't let others come in and disturb you." He pointed again.

He pointed to the girl on the bed and said, "You also go out."

Ning Fan didn't stop him and said bluntly: "Actually, my mother has always taught me to cut the grass and root out the roots and not leave any future troubles."

Zhou Biao's face suddenly froze. He didn't know if he should call Ma Zai back to calm the situation for him. But he quickly put this idea behind him.

Oh my dear mother!

A monster that is not even afraid of a gun will attack ruthlessly. Even if everyone is left behind, it may not be effective.

Seeing that he had no reaction after hearing this, Ning Fan had a faint smile on his lips, and continued: "But I often tell my mother that if I want to be a good young man in the new era, I can't be so heartless, otherwise I won't be able to find anyone."

Wife, I have my own principles and my own rules."

"Hmm... Actually, sometimes I can't listen to everything my mother says. I'm like this at home." Zhou Biao quickly agreed, fearing that he would eradicate the problem and destroy himself.

Letting go of Zhou Biao, Ning Fan sat on the chair, minding his own business. He did not forget to greet Zhou Biao, who was standing stupidly, like a master: "Hey, sit down."

"Hey, okay!" Zhou Biao hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed with half his buttocks, like a child who had done something wrong facing his parents, sitting on pins and needles.

"My previous proposal is still valid, what do you think?" Ning Fan asked calmly.

Zhou Biao quickly said: "Okay, I will listen to you, big brother. Whatever you say will be whatever you say."

"Hey, you can't be so unprincipled. You should at least bargain."

"Don't dare, don't dare, you have the final say."

You can stand and talk without back pain.

Zhou Biao has long since lost the idea of ​​resisting. He has been around for more than twenty years, and today he knows that he has completely failed. But it doesn't matter, it seems that there is still a possibility of negotiation.
To be continued...