The door-to-door son-in-law is a wealthy family

Chapter 601 Is It So Serious

A more capable disciple shook his head and smiled wryly: "Master, we really can't do anything about it, who made you provoke Xia Fanna's scourge! Now, everything about you has been smashed by the Nangong family!"

"At first, I thought I would be able to defend the last piece of territory, which was the Jingwu Gym, but when you left, everyone was injured, and even a dozen senior brothers were sent to the hospital!"

"Several people were beaten unconscious and sent directly to the ICU! I...I can't stay here anymore, I'm afraid of being beaten to death, I can't even lift my arm...comminuted fracture .”

He shook a shrugged arm and grinned in pain.

With the other hand, he dragged the suitcase and walked away from Fan Zhiqiang.

Fan Zhiqiang didn't look back, and asked coldly: "What's the matter, do you really want to leave?"

The apprentice stood still at the door, turned his head slightly, and said sadly: "Master, I really don't want to leave, I want to practice martial arts with you, maybe I can become famous in the future."

"However, I don't want to be implicated in hell because of your very stupid move."

Fan Zhiqiang roared: "What did you say? How dare you call me stupid?"

The apprentice nodded and sneered: "Isn't Master stupid? Then what is Xia Fan's background? He is only in his twenties, so you call him Master, and you have done so much for him, posting all your old books!"

"There are still countless people who suffered disasters because you helped him."

"How many people were injured!"

"How many people are in the hospital!"

"How many people have been disabled since then!!"

"You can stay with him if you want, but I don't have this kind of love, do you think so?"

In the martial arts hall.

Many apprentices yelled yes, stared at Fan Zhiqiang with resentment, and dragged their luggage towards the outside.

The rest of them also shook their heads helplessly.

Those who didn't leave were nothing more than low-level martial arts, and their backgrounds were quite ordinary.

They have nowhere to go but stay here.

Fan Zhiqiang sneered and waved his hand: "If you want to leave, just go, and don't come back after you leave."

There was a burst of ridicule from behind, saying that they would never come back again, there was no way out for offending the Nangong family, even if it was the master of the godfather, they would inevitably be reduced to betrayal.

Fan Zhiqiang was quite decadent. He walked into the room, sighed, and sat on the grand master's chair.

A young apprentice quickly brought a cup of tea and offered various comforts.

Fan Zhiqiang waved his hand: "Okay, go ahead and clean up as much as possible."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang.

After he took out his mobile phone and connected it, a gloomy voice came from over there.

This voice was a bit old, not only full of ferociousness, but also a bit vicious. When Fan Zhiqiang heard it, he couldn't help but want to swear.

He knew immediately who it was.

It was Nangong Hongyan, who was also the father of Nangong Hao.

"Boss Fan, how do you feel now? Isn't it great? Have you slept soundly these few nights? After all, money is something outside of your body. Throwing away these things outside of your body will make you feel light and sleep comfortably, right?"

The tone was full of ridicule.

Fan Zhiqiang laughed: "Nangong, don't be complacent. Even if I'm cornered by you now, it doesn't mean I have no way to counterattack. A dog jumps over the wall when cornered, let alone me."

"You have to be careful, don't let me catch the opportunity, otherwise, it will be your Nangong family's turn to taste this kind of suffering."

Nangong Hongyan laughed, and the words he said were utterly cruel: "Fan Zhiqiang, Fan Zhiqiang, you are still stubborn until now, even if you are the number one boss in Lanyang City, you are still far behind my Nangong family. Not worthy."

"You are completely desperate, and you have no way to counterattack, and you are forced to jump over the wall? Then you jump, no matter how high you jump, you will be beaten to death by a stick, but it is not easy for you today, I can give it to you." Your chance."

Fan Zhiqiang was silent for a while, and asked calmly: "Give me a chance, speak out and listen, let me see how funny this opportunity you gave is."

Nangong Hongyan's voice became serious: "This opportunity is not funny at all! I am very, very serious. It is related to your life and wealth. If you don't seize it, then you, Fan Zhiqiang, will be ruined."

"Not only you are ruined, but your whole family will probably die in a bad way."

Fan Zhiqiang smiled: "Oh, is it so serious?"

Nangong Hongyan said coldly: "You are also an old Jianghu, you can measure how serious it is, if it is the master you served decades ago, the old man is still alive, our Nangong family still dare not touch you."

"He has been dead for several years now, even if you still have some contacts with his family, they will try their best to help you deal with me? What's more, it involves my son who may die at any time."

"So, you have to cooperate with us."

Then, tell us about the opportunity or the way of cooperation.

Fan Zhiqiang sneered: "If you want me to betray Master, and also want me to secretly hand Nan Gonghao back to you, do you think it is possible?"

Nangong Hongyan smiled lightly: "If it's possible, don't ask me, you have to ask yourself, if you think it's impossible, then you, your whole family, and your assets and wealth will all be gone!"

"You will be driven to death!"

"If you think it's possible, I guarantee that as long as you do good things according to the instructions, you will never make things difficult for you again. From then on, we can work closely together, and we can do a great job in Lanyang City like a fish in water."

"At that time, our Nangong family will be worthy of being the number one family, and you, Fan Zhiqiang, will also be worthy of being the number one family on the road. They will complement each other, what do you think?"

Just as Fan Zhiqiang was about to speak, Nangong Hongyan said again: "You don't need to answer me in a hurry, because you must be irrational to answer in a hurry. I will give you a chance. You can call me and reply within five hours."

After speaking, the phone hung up.

Fan Zhiqiang pinched his phone, his face uncertain.

For a while it looked helpless, and for a while it was as ferocious as a ghost.

The mobile phone is almost deformed by pinching.

The little apprentice who brought him tea just now hid aside and looked at him tremblingly, but there was a bit of weirdness in his eyes.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look, and then shouted: "Master, my wife is here, and... and your parents are here too!"

But no, a group of people rushed in, more than a dozen people.

The three aunts and six wives all cried mournfully, and some of them just cried mournfully.

They rushed in, seeing everything in a mess around them, as well as the blood on the floor and steps, they all let out even more horrific screams.

A five or sixty-year-old aunt shouted: "Old Fan, what the hell is going on, why... why did our Fan family suddenly become so miserable, and all assets and land were taken away!"

"Even your last basic martial arts gym has been smashed into such a state!"

"Who did we offend and who did we provoke?"

She slumped on the ground and slapped her thighs.

Two more elderly people over [-] rushed to Fan Zhiqiang's side eagerly.

Grabbing his hand from left to right, he nervously asked what happened.

Others were also chattering, some panicked, some complained.

These people are either Fan Zhiqiang's family members, relatives or relatives.

The family is okay, after all, as long as Comrade Fan is not harmed.

Those relatives were different. They shouted that because Fan Zhiqiang had offended the Nangong family, their lives and property were also threatened. !