No matter whether it was easy or not, he had to do it.
Li Fan wanted to find Liu Wan 'er and take her back to China as soon as possible. No matter what the reason was, Li Fan would never let a woman leave him!
"Brother, this is the territory of the local gang."
Lao Biao personally drove Li Fan to a bar at the corner of Chinatown. This bar had a very good appearance, hundreds of times better than the small retail stores like Bigfoot. It was a beautiful three-story building with bright lights outside and a hubbub of voices inside.
There were two white security guards outside the bar. Each of them was burly and had a gun hanging on their waists.
When Li Fan walked over, the two security guards immediately stopped him.
"Stop, the Chinese are not allowed to enter here!"
The two security guards glared at Li Fan and scolded him.
"Oh? This is a place owned by the Chinese. Why can't the Chinese enter? "
Li Fan was not angry and asked with a smile.
“Fuck！ You talk a lot! "
A security guard flew into a rage and reached out to push Li Fan. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and had a strong physique. Normally, with a body like Li Fan's, he should have been pushed down at once. However, Li Fan reached out and grabbed the white security guard's wrist, then twisted it.
With a crack, the white security guard's wrist was directly twisted. Then, Li Fan twisted his arm and pressed him to the ground. Then, he kicked the white security guard's temple and directly knocked him out.
Li Fan's neat move surprised the other white security guard.
“Fuckyou！”
He cursed, then pulled out a pistol from behind his waist and aimed at Li Fan.
However, Li Fan turned around and kicked the pistol away. Then, he raised his leg again and kicked the security guard's head.
In the Dragon-slaying Platform, the leg was lifted and the head fell.
Li Fan's attack was accurate and effective, and it was a one-hit kill.
Lao Biao was a little dumbfounded. "The Little Overlord is really powerful. With him alone, the entire Chinatown would be conquered in minutes!
"Let's go and meet that Anthony … Oh yes, and that Brother Liang."
Li Fan pushed open the door of the bar and was greeted by a huge blast of metal music, which almost threw Li Fan out.
Although she had been to a bar before, this bar in Chinatown was too noisy. It was far more noisy than the one opened by Imperial Concubine Zhou.
"Who are you?"
The lights inside were flickering. A bartender saw Li Fan and the others enter and was very vigilant.
No Chinese were welcome here. Even those damn local lackeys from Chinatown couldn't enter the bar from the main entrance. They could only enter the place where they needed to work from the back door!
So all colored people are stupid pigs, they only deserve to be dominated by white people!
"Just in time."
Li Fan stretched out his hand, and the bartender was immediately pulled over. He floated in front of Li Fan, a look of terror on his face as he struggled and kicked his legs.
The bartender didn't know what had happened, but the feeling of death had come to him.
"Where's your boss?"
Li Fan asked coldly. His voice was very low, but it was clearly heard by the bartender.
The bartender thought he had met the devil, and he quickly pointed out the boss's position.
"Very good, thank you."
Li Fan put the bartender down and threw him aside.
The bartender was lying on the ground against the wall. He looked at the back of Li Fan, and suddenly reached out and took out a pistol from his arms.
Li Fan didn't look back, just turned his back to him, reached out his hand, and clenched his fist.
"Crack!"
The bartender's head was twisted 180 degrees, and he died.
"He's courting death …"
Lao Biao couldn't help curling his lips. Li Fan gave him a chance to live, but this guy didn't cherish it!
The music in the bar covered the sky, and no one knew that someone had died here. Li Fan, on the other hand, started a secret war in the bar. He kept walking towards the place where his target was. Along the way, there were many white security guards who stopped him, but they were all killed by Li Fan.
The equipment of these people was obviously much better than that of the Northeast Gang and Taiwan Gang. They were all armed with M1911 pistols, and some were even equipped with anti-terrorist submachine guns like MP5.
Obviously, these people were well-trained and not ordinary gangsters. But even if they were carrying rocket launchers, Li Fan was not afraid. He quickly killed his way to the office on the second floor. Lao Biao followed him all the way, feeling extremely safe.
It was also the first time for Lao Biao to enter this bar. He couldn't help being a little jealous of how much money this place made in a year. But thinking that this place would be destroyed soon, he put away his jealousy.
No matter how much money he made, he had to be alive to spend it!
Li Fan quickly walked to the door of the office. He raised his foot and kicked the door open.
In this office, a middle-aged Huaxia man in a flowery shirt was sitting in the middle of a group of women, hugging them on both sides and taking drugs. He looked like he was about to go to heaven.
Seeing Li Fan come in, he shook his head and said in a daze.
"Who is it? Come on. Let's play together. "
"That's Brother Liang. However, from the looks of it, he should be crippled."
Lao Biao sneered. "How can you get addicted to drugs so easily?"
"Others, leave."
Li Fan ordered, "I'll give you ten seconds."
With that, Li Fan gave Lao Biao a look, and Lao Biao immediately pulled out his pistol and gestured.
Those girls were so scared that they ran away one after another. They didn't even have time to put on their clothes.
"Damn … It seems that I'm living a good life …"
Lao Biao slapped a girl's butt, and he couldn't help feeling jealous.
"Hey, why are you all gone … Come back, let's play together … God …"
Brother Liang shouted a few times in confusion.
"F * ck you!"
Lao Biao stepped forward and slapped him in the face, making him fly off the sofa and fall to the ground.
"Where's Anthony? Where did he go? "
Brother Liang was picked up by Lao Biao. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at him blankly.
"Anthony … Who is it …"
"It's your father!"
Lao Biao raised his hand and slapped Brother Liang's face repeatedly. After slapping for more than five minutes, Lao Biao's hand turned red. Brother Liang finally woke up from the pain, looked at Lao Biao, and screamed.
"Lao, Lao Biao! Damn it, why are you here? "
He subconsciously reached for his pistol, only to find that it was already in Lao Biao's hand, pointing at his head.
"You, you're crazy. They're all my people! As long as I give the order, you won't live! "
Brother Liang shouted.
"Go ahead and shout."
Lao Biao was amused. There were no other people here. They were all killed by Li Fan.
"Come, come!"
Brother Liang screamed for a long time, but no one paid attention to him.
His face finally changed from red to deathly pale.
Could it be that his own people were all killed?
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