Faye Wong and another male salesperson saw Fan Jianming leave and were about to get off work, when they suddenly heard the sound of killing and beating from outside.
He hurried to the door to take a closer look, and he was shocked.
In their opinion, at least several hundred people rushed from all directions.
At first I thought it was someone else who was going to attack the sales department, but later I realized that those people were all going to Fan Jianming.
Fan Jianming yelled, and while unfastening his belt, he fought back at the group on the left who was the first to approach him.
The screams and the sound of machetes and iron rods falling to the ground one after another.
The crowds rushing in like a tide receded in clusters under Fan Jianming's impact.
In fact, there are only forty gangsters in total, but their shouts are very scary, and even the pedestrians who pass by here occasionally rush to the side.
The male salesperson who was holding the phone in his hand, but desperately pushing with his hand: "Why are you still standing stupidly? Hurry up... Call the police!"
The male salesperson is no more.
His mobile phone was in his pocket, and he was completely dazed at this time. He ran to the sales department and faced the two phones on the counter. However, he desperately flipped through the promotional albums placed on it, and his mouth was still yelling. : "Where is my phone? Where is the phone?"
After all, they are all college students who have just left school. When have they seen such a scene? It's not bad if you don't scare you on the spot.
Because there were too many people on the other side, Fan Jianming made the attack very ruthless. He had to deter the other side as quickly as possible in the shortest time.
Otherwise, if you don't pay attention, you can easily get hurt.
So the gangsters who were pumped by his belt and those who were touched by his fists and feet were miserable. Where the belt slipped over, the skin was cracked, and where the fists and feet were touched, they either felt the pain of the muscles and the bones, or they were directly stuffy. Get angry.
At first, they just screamed "Ah" and "Ah". After lying on the ground, the sound of crying and crying was even more heartbreaking.
Upon seeing this, Faye Wong was nervous and afraid, but also a little excited. After all, Fan Jianming had the upper hand.
She turned around and yelled to the male salesperson: "What, why haven't you called the police yet?"
"Can't find the phone!"
Faye Wong looked at the mobile phone in her hand and shouted: "Isn't this a mobile phone?"
"Oh."
The male salesperson is completely trapped and doesn’t know how to let
Faye Wong called the police herself and quickly turned and ran towards the door.
Faye Wong shouted again: "Stupid, I can't find a mobile phone, I don't know how to call by phone?"
The male salesperson was already approaching Faye Wong. Hearing what she said, he ran back towards the counter.
Fortunately, Fan Jianming had the upper hand, otherwise he would definitely be killed by these two men.
Fan Jianming quickly put down twenty or thirty people, and the remaining seven or eight people ran away like a ghost.
Fan Jianming saw a car parked across the street, and two gangsters stood beside it.
Obviously, the man behind this group of people should be in the car.
Fan Jianming instantly thought that it was Jiang Zhichao that was probably sitting in the car. After all, Duan Yunbo was back against the water for the second time. Maybe Jiang Zhichao was arranged by him beforehand, and he forgot to let him cancel the action when he left.
There is also a possibility that Duan Yunbo is also in the car, claiming to leave, but trying to make the last fight.
Fan Jianming was tolerable or unbearable for this kind of volatile villain over and over again, so he immediately ran across the street.
When the people in the car saw this, they immediately started the car.
The two gangsters standing by the car started to behave like two bodyguards. Seeing Fan Jianming put down so many people, they rushed like a whirlwind, and the car had started again, so they ran away quickly. .
The two looked quite experienced, one facing the left and the other looking nice to avoid being caught by Fan Jianming at the same time.
At this time, Fan Jianming ignored them and ran towards the car.
The car had just started, before driving out three meters, Fan Jianming flew up and kicked directly towards the front windshield in the driving position.
With a sound, the windshield was shattered by his kick, his feet were directly on the driver's chest.
The driver opened his mouth and sprayed out a bloody mist. He fainted on the spot, and the steering wheel went up. The car rushed to the side of the road and was blocked by the edge of the road.
At the same time, Fan Jianming's body shook his head, shaking his fist violently, sweeping towards the person sitting in the passenger seat.
With a "pop", his fist hit the man's face impartially.
"Oh!"
The bridge of the nose was interrupted, the front teeth were knocked off, and even the screams were distinctive, short and dull.
Fan Jianming also glanced at the back seat and found no one inside. He fixed his eyes and saw that the driver was a gangster, sitting in the passenger seat.
The person in the driving position is actually Uncle Biao.
Fan Jianming sat on the hood, pinching Uncle Biao's shoulder blades with his hands.
"what--"
Uncle Biao, whose face was full of blood, opened a bloody mouth and let out a heart-piercing scream.
"Say, who made you do this?"
"Oh, forgive me, forgive me—" Because the front teeth were missing, there was another mouthful of blood, and the shoulder blade pain was unbearable, Uncle Biao said vaguely: "No one called me, it's because I can't swallow that breath. , A brother saw you here, so...Ouch, oops—"
"Are you serving it now?"
"Served, served."
"Are you still going to play?"
"Stop playing, stop playing."
"What about?"
"You are the boss, you are the boss, I am completely convinced by A Biao. Ouch, oops—"
Fan Jianming immediately rolled over, got off the hood, and walked directly towards his car.
Fan Jianming is most angry now that the people of the Intelligence Bureau are in ****, or people like Duan Yunbo and Jiang Zhichao have sex. If that were the case, Fan Jianming would never forgive the other party so easily.
After all, Uncle Biao is also one of the Big Three in Jiangcheng. It is excusable to lose such a big person in public in the hotel to earn a little face. For such people, Fan Jianming will give them at least one chance.
Uncle Biao lay in the car, and he didn't recover for a long time, and his driver suffered more injuries.
Those gangsters who were howling endlessly on the ground scrambled and scrambled to scatter.
When Fan Jianming opened his car door, Faye Wong shouted: "Mr. Fan, we have already called the police."
Fan Jianming nodded: "If the police come, just say you saw someone fighting here just now, let alone me."
Faye Wong and the male salesman nodded quickly.
After Fan Jianming got in the car, he disappeared into the night.
"Wow! So amazing?" The male salesperson thought of asking Faye Wong at this time: "Who is this Mr. Fan, and why are you so familiar with him?"
"He is the major shareholder of our company, and even the boss Duan treats him respectfully."
The male salesperson sighed: "Oh my God, he looks burly and strong, he looks like a man, and he is so rich and powerful. Do you want someone else to live?"
Faye Wong seemed to have discovered the New World and immediately called Yang Ting: "Mr. Yang, do you know what I saw just now?"
(End of this chapter)