tition, attracting the attention of many beautiful women from prominent families in Beijing. He became known as a heartbreaker.At eighteen, to escape the burden of too many romantic debts from beautif...Looking at these twenty-plus elite subordinates, all standing before him in perfect formation, Lang Si was very proud. He waved his small fists and proudly addressed the Fat Man: "Report to Fat Master, twenty younger brothers, not a single casualty."

"Good, very good," the fat man smiled, but in his heart he was cursing, "Damn it, if there's such a good thing, why didn't Lang Si and his buddies get me one to wear too"

"What kind of fabric is this How can it withstand such high temperatures and pressure" Yu Fei voiced the question on everyone's mind.

Lang Si couldn't help but feel smug as he said, "This cost me a lot of effort and money to buy from the black market in Linhai City. The old beggar who sold it to me claimed that this thing was impervious to both water and fire."

"What do you mean, 'Lao Si,' did you buy all this stuff from an old beggar" Fatty's mouth hung open in astonishment.

“Indeed.” Lang Siyear looked at Fat Grandpa's expression, a little strangely, “He was indeed an old beggar, down on his luck. You see, Fat Grandpa, when we found this old beggar, he was almost starved to death. He insisted on bringing us to research his products. There was no other way, I, Lang Siyear, had a kind heart, so I had to help him buy some things. Unexpectedly, at the last minute, it really worked!”

Lang Si seemed to have gotten a great deal, beaming with pride as he stretched.

And the fat man was still gaping, his face turning sour as he said: “Don’t tell me you got those explosives I asked you to get from that old beggar too.”

"Right" Lang Si looked at Fatty with surprise, "Fatty, how did you know I only spent less than a hundred yuan in total You're so thrifty!"

"Damn it"

The fat man directly kicked Lang Si, who was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Lang Si cried with a mournful face, “Fat Grandpa, what did I do wrong again I can change, can’t I”

"Shut up!" the fat man growled angrily, "You dare talk back to me I told you to do something, and you went to find an old beggar for that sniveling runt! Fortunately, those things in his hands still work. If they were low quality products, wouldn't my plans for today go down the drain"

Lang Si seemed to have also discovered why the Fatty was angry, and he couldn't help but explain: "Fatty Lord, you know that in such a short time, it's impossible for me to get so many explosives. Moreover, most importantly, you didn't give me..."

Lang Si seemed hesitant to continue, constantly raising his eyes to steal glances at the fat man.

"Speak clearly, in the end I didn't give you anything," the fat man growled.

"You seem to have forgotten to give me the money for the explosives yet."

Lang Si finally gathered the courage to speak up.

Luckily, the old beggar knew that Lang Si wasn't wealthy. He only asked for one hundred yuan, otherwise Lang Si really wouldn't have been willing to spend the money.

The fat man was truly enraged by Lang Si. He was screaming and about to charge forward to kick Lang Si, but Ye Fan stopped him.

"Master Fan, please save me! My heart for you and Fat Master is eternal, unchanging throughout the ages, until the seas dry up and rocks crumble."

Lang Si saw that Ye Fan had made a move, and he knew that only this Lord Ye could cure the Fat Master. He begged Ye Fan incessantly.

Ye Fan listened to his words, feeling a chill run down his spine. If a beautiful woman had said this to him, he would have been very welcome, but Lang Si Forget it.

He stopped Lang Si's display of loyalty and asked, "You said all these things were bought on the black market"

Ye Fan was puzzled. He had never heard of a black market in Linhai.

"That's right, Lord Fan. Don't you know They sell all kinds of shady stuff there. There are items ranging from a hundred to tens of millions, even billions! And there are some good things hidden in there too."

Lang Si said casually, but his heart was racing. He thought to himself, "What they call 'things seen in the dark' are just smuggled goods, tax evasion, and contraband. Of course, things like that would be extra cheap."

Could there be such a place Ye Fan's heart moved, thinking of Lang Si's words about the magical old beggar. Could he be some kind of hidden master

Ye Fan calmly said, "Can you still find that old beggar"

Lang Si heard this and was delighted, slapping his chest with all his might, making a loud thumping sound. "Master Fan, you can rest assured. Other people wouldn't dare, but that old beggar... he's so poor he doesn't even have a penny to his name. He usually just makes a living there selling fake goods. If you want to find him, just give him one hundred yuan. That'll be easy."

To divert Fatty Grandpa's attention, Langsi started making promises.

The fat man looked at Ye Fan thoughtfully, saying nothing more, but he stopped hitting Lang Si.

"Fan Ge"

Ye Fan was deep in thought about how to find the old beggar to come out of the mountains and help him, when a low voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

He couldn't help but turn his head back, and he was startled. The person who called him was actually Tutu.

How could this ridiculously cool Black person suddenly be called "Van Gogh" in front of everyone

Ye Fan looked at TuTu in confusion, "Did you call me"

"The Dark Knights haven't found it yet," Tutu said in an unusually grave tone.

Ye Fan was greatly surprised. He had been so focused on dealing with that old beggar that he'd forgotten about the Night Force, his true foundation!

Although the Night Force used all sorts of underhanded tactics tonight, completely embarrassing Ye Fan, they were still effective. At the very least, they managed to hold back that pig Kong Hua and prevented him from harming Sister Yanran and the others.

How could I have forgotten something so important

And TuTu, as their instructor, seems to be getting along well with these little rascals. Ye Fan rarely sees TuTu showing such a look.

But Ye Fan remembered that when he was leaving, he had clearly told them to leave first. If it came to fighting, Ye Fan didn't have the slightest confidence in these members of the Night Squad. However, when it came to escaping, these little rabbits were still very capable, which Ye Fan had never doubted.

However, Ye Fan suddenly thought of something. Under such a violent explosion just now, wouldn't even he with the residual image fist have almost died

Those brats can run, that's for sure. But how far they can escape in the first place is something to consider. TuTu and his crew left hours ago, and they have their own cars to get around. Meanwhile, the Night Force guys seem to have started exploding just after a short while.

When Ye Fan thought of this, his heart sank to the bottom. Now that he hadn't seen their figures, they probably...

Ye Fan's face instantly turned extremely gloomy.

This is his own hard work, although it's nothing special, Ye Fan still feels a bit heartbroken.person immediately.The little security guard was terrified. If something like this happened during his shift, he wouldn't even have a job, that's for sure.His drunkenness vanished instantly, he immedi...