At this moment, a convoy suddenly stopped in front of Business Mercedes-Benz.

Fan Jian was so scared that he quickly stepped on the brakes, then looked carefully and found that it was Mitsui Yan's convoy. Fan Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ling'er, don't worry, with me here, Young Master Mitsui won't touch you a hair." After Fan Jian said that, he got off the car first.

Mitsui Yan walked out of his Les Royce car and saw Fan Jian smiled and said, "Where is Xu Ling'er?"

"In the car." Fan Jian pointed to the business Mercedes-Benz.

"You did a good job," Mitsui Yan praised.

"Mr. Mitsui, your promise to me..."

"Promise? What promise?"

Fan Jian's face changed and he hurriedly said, "Young Master Mitsui, after you have finished your business, I will give me 100 million..."

"Do you think I will give 100 million to the dead?" Mitsui Yan said, and opened his right hand and saw a colorful butterfly appear out of thin air.

"Mr. Mitsui, you are..."

Puchi-

The butterfly flew past Fan Jian's neck, and Fan Jian's voice came to an abrupt end.

Mitsui Yan patted Fan Jian on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Thank you for helping Xu Ling'er. If I am in a good mood, I might ask my subordinates to burn 100 million in the underworld money for you, hahaha."

"puff!"
Chapter completed!