Ye Fan licked his lips, a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes, "The strongest expert …" I don't even know what her name is, but she looks like a fairy, so I call her Big Sister Fairy. "
"Big Sister Fairy?" Ning Zimo said unhappily, "What are you talking about in your sleep? Don't tell me you've taken a fancy to some beauty?"
Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about it, I'm also confused. I only met her once, and then it was as if she disappeared from the world. I don't even know if she's a deity or not."
"You're so paranoid, I don't know if you're lying to me." Although Ning Zimo said this, she believed it in her heart because Ye Fan's expression was very serious.
Not long later, Ye Fan had almost finished a small plate of lobsters. Seeing that Ning Zimo hadn't moved her chopsticks, Ye Fan couldn't help but ask, "Sister Ning, are you really not going to eat?"
Ning Zimo seemed to have something on her mind and said, "You can eat, I'm not hungry."
Ye Fan thought for a moment and said, "Are you worried about the Iron Lock Gang?"
Ning Zimo faintly sighed and did not deny it, "The Iron Lock Gang has the Iron Palm Gang behind them. Now that they've bought a batch of firearms, it's getting harder and harder to guard against them."
"That's nothing, isn't there a Golden Eagle Sect behind the White Shark Gang? I haven't seen them being that powerful." Ye Fan said as he bit the lamb skewer.
"No, the White Shark Gang and the Golden Eagle Sect are only related to each other in the previous generations. In this generation, there isn't much contact between them anymore."
"But Yu Hanlong of the Iron Lock Gang is the disciple of the Iron Palm Gang's leader. Their relationship and support are completely different." Ning Zimo began to explain to Ye Fan …
In this era, the ancient martial arts sects had already faded out of the public eye, and were not as prosperous as they were in ancient times.
However, these ancient martial arts sects that were hidden behind the scenes also needed to raise disciples and pass on the incense. Naturally, they needed a large amount of money.
Some of the famous sects relied on their mountain gates to develop tourism, set up companies, and build up their brands. Then, they flourished.
While earning money outside, he recruited disciples and secretly passed on his martial arts.
However, there were also some small sects like the Golden Eagle Sect and the Iron Palm Sect. Although they had the foundation of ancient martial arts, they did not have a sect, nor did they have any connections or resources. If the country chose an elite martial artist to join the army, it would not be their turn.
They couldn't earn much money on the white path, so they could only walk the path of the underground gangs.
As a result, there were many gangs in various places, and they all had the backing of some ancient martial arts practitioners.
"No wonder this Iron Lock Gang rose to power so quickly." Ye Fan nodded, as if he had heard a story.
Ning Zimo said worriedly, "If it's just the Iron Palm Gang, I'm not afraid. After all, the Iron Palm Gang doesn't dare to support Yu Hanlong too much.
However, if Yu Hanlong buys a few heavy weapons from the 'Jungle Arms Dealer', then it'll be hard to handle. "
Ye said. "What." Xian said, "Fan, he said," Sister Wen Fan, a, "a" of a of "
Ning Zimo asked curiously, "Why? Do you think he doesn't have enough money? "
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At critical moments, this man was reliable.
"Oh right, come with me to the Purple Leaf Teahouse after you're done eating. I need your help with something."
"What is it? It's already so late." Ye Fan was puzzled.
Ning Zimo smiled mysteriously, "You'll know when you get there. Come, eat more …"
… ….
At around 10pm, Ye Fan drove back to the Purple Leaf Teahouse with Ning Zimo.
At this moment, the teahouse was closed for business. There were two rows of stern-looking men standing outside the door. All of them were strong and young. They looked to be in their twenties or thirties.
Zhao Zhong brought his men and bowed at the door, "Young Miss!" "Hello, Brother Fan!"
Ning Zimo asked, "Little Zhao, have you dealt with the corpses?"
"Don't worry, Young Miss. They are all packed in bags. If the stones sink into the river, they will be washed into the sea. They will be carried far away by the ocean currents. There won't be any problems," Zhao Zhong said.
"Then, the people I asked you to choose are all here?" Ning Zimo swept her gaze across the twenty or so powerful subordinates present.
Zhao Zhong nodded his head: "Yes, Eldest Miss, these people have all been on the battlefield, chopped down people, and are loyal to the Purple Bamboo Forest and you. Those who are too old have all been eliminated, and most of these brothers have been in the army before, or have mixed into the society early, and have fought fiercely."
"Very good, now let's go to the backyard of the teahouse."
"Yes!" "Young Miss!" The group of people answered.
Ye Fan was puzzled, "Sister Ning, what are you doing?"
Ning Zimo said, "I feel that the situation is getting more and more dangerous, so I plan to choose a group of people and focus on raising their fighting strength to deal with future challenges."
At this time, under Ning Zimo's lead, everyone arrived at a small garden at the back of the teahouse. There was also an empty space made of green bricks, which didn't seem to be of much use.
But in reality, this was a place where some of the martial artists in the Purple Bamboo Forest sparred.
Ning Zimo asked Ye Fan, "What do you think of the strength of these brothers?"
Ye Fan roughly guessed the woman's intention in looking for him. He thought for a moment and said, "It seems like one person can defeat seven or eight ordinary people, not bad."
"This is a small group of our Purple Bamboo Forest's most elite brothers, and you only think it's not bad …" "It seems like we are really too weak." Ning Zimo said unhappily.
Ye Fan was very straightforward in this aspect, "I said it's not bad, and I've already given them face. Actually, I just feel that they're just a little stronger, and they're no different from ordinary people."
When these words were said, the twenty or so strong men present were a little unconvinced, but because Ning Zimo was there and the other party was the powerful Ye Fan, they didn't dare to open their mouths.
However, Ning Zimo could see that they were unconvinced, and smiled: "Ye Fan said that you guys are very ordinary, do you guys want to prove yourself?"
"Yes sir!" A few men shouted.
"Alright, I'll give you guys a chance. All of you come up now and surround Ye Fan. Don't show any mercy!" If you hit Ye Fan, I'll reward you with a thousand yuan! "Ning Zimo ordered.
When Ye Fan heard this, why didn't this woman give him any time to prepare? Was she going to use him to train the soldiers?
When the group of men heard this, a thousand yuan was basically a red packet. To them, this was a lot of money.
All of a sudden, they all looked at Ye Fan like a tiger watching its prey.
"Brother Fan, how disrespectful!"
"Brother Fan!" This is what the young miss said!
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