The rest of the people didn't rush towards Fan Wei without fear of death, but they all froze in place, motionless like a statue.
Naturally, they couldn't see the ghost standing next to Fan Wei, and they didn't know that Fan Wei, who was a concubine Ye, had already become so familiar with the magic of spiritism. With a movement of their minds, they could easily summon the ghost. In the past, Fan Wei even needed an'equivalent exchange' to use the power of the ghost ghost, but now she can do it simply by relying on the majesty of the night concubine.
Everyone at the scene thought that those brawny men were knocked down by Fan Wei, and apart from being dumbfounded, the rest was silent.
Fan Wei is naturally a gangster. She walked to the door of the office as if she was in an uninhabited state, and with a push, the situation in the office could be seen in full view.
There are a total of three people inside, men with peaked caps and white sweaters, sitting in Duan Lin's position as the'general manager', with their feet crossed on the desk, they are holding a small dagger and clasping their own. Nails. In his twenties, there is still a little childishness on his face, coupled with a'hip-hop fan', he knows that he is the second generation of black at a glance.
There was a person standing next to the desk. This person was about 1.8 meters tall and could be described as a tiger-backed waist, with big eyes and big eyes, and his face was full of "Don't mess with me". The white shirt on his body was stained with blood, the sleeves were rolled up, and the suits were neatly stacked aside.
As for Duan Lin, he just happened to kneel in the middle of the office with blood on his body, but it didn't look serious. He was obviously taught with his fists by the strong man next to him, and he was being interrogated by the black second generation in front of him at this moment.
Fan Wei's appearance undoubtedly interrupted the interrogation. Duan Lin glanced at Fan Wei with a bloodshot light, and then withdrew his gaze. In contrast, the black second-generation and brawny thugs watched Fan Wei with interest.
The strong man thugs looked at Fan Wei, then walked to the door and glanced outside. When he saw several of his men who had become seriously injured, the brows of the strong man thugs suddenly frowned, and he said solemnly: " Don't you dare to come here in grandeur, maybe you are a world-class fighter? Have you participated in an international character fighting competition?"
Fan Wei did not answer. Instead, the black second-generation on the opposite side smiled and said, "Tiger, how do you know that she has participated in an international character fighting competition?"
The brawny man nicknamed the tiger calmly analyzed: "Women are much weaker than men in power and speed. The people we bring are all hob meat weighing more than 200 kilograms. Even female special forces can hardly beat them with bare hands. They, then, the only explanation is that they can do this through the most professional and systematic training."
Hei Erdai smiled and nodded: "If this is the case, are you sure of defeating her?"
The tiger did not change his face, did not answer the second generation of black, but looked at Fan Wei with a strong voice: "No talent, I have also participated in a fighting competition held in the United States. Although I am not popular, I was soon eliminated, but the girl The heavyweight is not the opponent of the men's featherweight. You should know this. After all, power itself..."
Before the tiger finished speaking, Fan Wei had already stepped forward to Duan Lin, and the tiger's words stopped abruptly. He did not continue to speak, but looked at Fan Wei with a frown.
Similarly, Fan Wei looked at Duan Lin condescendingly, and directly stretched out his hand to pinch Duan Lin's chin, lifted it up, and looked at Duan Lin's bruised cheeks and bloodshot right eye. A cold and fierce anger rose in Fan Wei's heart. Fan Wei let go of Duan Lin's face and said every word: "It's really annoying."
"What do you mean?" the tiger behind him asked.
"I don't hate cowards, nor deserters. What I hate most is your unclear situation, overestimating your own strength, and then looking for someone who died!" Fan Wei said this in a very cold voice. , And reveals a deep sense of disgust, not hatred.
In Fan Wei's view, these people are like crazy teddy dogs, except that twittering is annoying, there is no threat, and they can be kicked away with one kick.
It's just that this kind of "hate" is something Tiger can't understand. He can't figure it out anyway. Fan Wei came here alone as a woman, so where is the confidence to say such things
"Hehehe..." The second generation of black smiled strangely, waved the dagger in his hand, and smiled at the tiger: "Brother Tiger, you were underestimated by a woman, are you ashamed?"
The tiger ignored the ridicule of the second generation of Hei and kept his eyes on Fan Wei's body, carefully observing Fan Wei's body. The two legs are white and slender, without any muscles, and the skin is white and supple, unlike any exercise. As for Fan Wei's hands, they are even more luxuriant, they are definitely not the hands of a fighter.
bluff
After a brief calculation, the tiger secretly said in his heart that he had no reason to be afraid of the woman in front of him. He immediately stepped forward to Fan Wei, stretched out his hands, and grabbed Fan Wei's shoulders directly, trying to lift her from the ground.
Naturally, Fan Wei would not have any reaction. It was enough to just stand still. When the tiger's hands were less than ten centimeters away from Fan Wei's shoulder, accompanied by a cloud of blood mist blooming in the air, the tiger's two The hand separated from the wrist out of thin air, and fell to the ground with a clatter.
The office became silent for an instant, and the tiger, who had broken his hands, said nothing, and stared at his wrist blankly. The second generation of Hei also stopped his hand movements and looked at Fan Wei who was close at hand. As for Duan Lin, he always faced the second generation of black, so he didn't know what happened behind him.
After a few seconds of dead silence, accompanied by a muffled groan, the tiger didn't even back up, but directly pressed up towards Fan Wei like crazy.
As long as Fan Wei fell to the ground, even without his hands, the tiger could easily kill Fan Wei, hitting it with his head or kicking it.
The problem is that the tiger can't touch Fan Wei when his hands are healthy. Now that he is a disabled person, where is the opportunity
Under Fan Wei's indifferent gaze, the tiger flew out sideways before hitting Fan Wei and hit the desk at the feet of the second generation Hei.
With a loud bang, the wooden desk was instantly torn apart and shattered into dregs. The tiger's body shook a few times, and there was no movement. As for whether it is alive or dead, no one at the scene knows.
The reason why Fan Wei allowed the Li Gui next to him to put such a heavy hand was entirely because Li Gui had already told Fan Wei in his ear that the tiger had a deep karma and a homicide case on his back, and there were more than one case! For this kind of person, Fan Wei will naturally not show any mercy. (End of this chapter)