Wang Ziqing now regrets taking this job.

The recommended Lao Ma was a high-ranking police officer in Guankou, so she had to give him face.

But I didn't expect that Chen Fan was a troublemaker. What happened like this was no longer a matter of making money or getting a favor from Han Wei.

But she was also worried about her life.

In this ghost market, one or two people die every day. The dead people are thrown into the Lizi River not far away, and are washed into the sea by the river, never to be seen again.

She doesn't want to be one of them.

For a moment, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she looked at Han Wei with pleading eyes.

Han Wei's expression was dull and she didn't respond to Wang Ziqing's look for help.

Master Dao covered his face, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

At this moment, hurried footsteps sounded, and a group of people rushed upstairs and came outside the private room.

All of them are extremely capable people, with an unsparing gangster spirit about them, and many of them look like desperadoes.

Someone had a bulging bag on his waist, obviously carrying a firearm.

"Master Dao, what's going on?"

"Who's running wild here?"

"You dare to cause trouble in the ghost market, are you tired of living?"

"..."

Dao Ye glanced at him and waved his hand, signaling everyone to calm down.

Chen Fan has a good hand, but the second floor is very cramped and not suitable for large-scale conflicts. He is waiting for the master to come over.

The background of this underground boxing world is amazing, and naturally there are experts in charge.

At least those masters must be able to suppress the boxers who come to fight.

Because the private rooms on the second floor face the boxing arena, the view here is blocked, but someone was thrown down by Chen Fan before, so the gamblers still knew what happened here and were talking about it.

At this time, Han Wei finally walked up to Chen Fan and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure? Don't trap me here!"

"Who dares to touch you?" Chen Fan asked with a smile.

Han Wei gave Chen Fan a look. As long as she reveals her identity, no matter how amazing the background of the boxing ring is, she must be given away as a gift.

But in such an occasion, even if she is not timid, she is still a little worried.

After a while, under the fierce looks of many thugs and guards watching the scene, the crowd separated and a few people came forward.

"Master Eight, Master Mo!"

Everyone said hello one after another.

Chen Fan followed the sound and saw that there were two people coming. The one walking in front was a young man in his mid-twenties, wearing a black tunic suit. He had scars on his face, walked with a limp, but had a cold and stern temperament.

The person behind him is much more eye-catching. He is over fifty years old, with a demeanor as deep as the abyss and eyes like lightning. He is clearly a Kung Fu master.

"Knife?"

The young man with a strong aura looked at Master Dao with a trace of displeasure on his face.

Master Dao said with a gloomy face: "Master Eight, this kid is causing trouble. He is good at martial arts, but he is incompetent with the knife. He suffered a little loss, so he had to alert Master Mo."

Ba Ye waved his hand, and then looked at Chen Fan with his cold and sharp eyes like a blade. Then he turned his eyes and glanced at Han Wei behind Chen Fan, his pupils narrowed.

The old man behind him also looked at Chen Fan and whispered something in Ba Ye's ear.

Ba Ye said to Chen Fan slowly: "You are a guest! I was rude and did not provide good hospitality. Lao Ba will apologize to you on behalf of Xiao Dao, but -"

When he said this, his voice suddenly became cold and stern.

"If you make trouble here, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, even if you are from an unusual background, I'm afraid it won't end well!"

"Why does it end badly?" Chen Fan raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Master Ba and said, "I heard that Master Ba is fair in dealing with the ghost market. Let me give you a face and explain it to you. Let's go first, in this private room

While watching the boxing and placing bets, someone came and told us to give up the private room and get out."

"So, do I have to get out of here and obey your rules? Because of their interruption, I originally bet 2.4 million in this game. If I win, I will make a net profit of 2 million. Now I have nothing.

."

Master Ba's face darkened and he looked at Mr. Lin and Ma Qiang.

Under his gaze, Ma Qiang trembled and said: "Ba... Ba Ye, I, I discussed it with them, but then they took action directly. This man even slapped Master Dao several times!"

Wang Ziqing couldn't help but tense up, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Master Ba nodded and said, "So, is it true that you came to grab private rooms and drive people away?"

Ma Qiang was speechless and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

Fighting for private rooms is common, but first-come, first-served is indeed the rule, unless the guest is so important that the organizer must reserve a private room.

But to rob and rob, to watch someone take down the dish, and to kick it onto the iron plate is to seek death yourself, and being punished will leave people speechless.

Seeing that Ma Qiang was silent, Master Ba immediately understood what was going on and said in a cold voice: "Break Ma Qiang's legs and throw them out!"

"yes!"

Following the echo, someone immediately took action and dragged Ma Qiang out.

Ma Qiang didn't dare to struggle, he just begged, but no one paid attention.

On the other hand, Lin Shao and others looked ugly.

"What do you call them?" Mr. Ba turned to ask Lin Shao and the others.

"I am Lin Feng, from the Lin family in Kyoto." Mr. Lin was a little nervous and did not dare to look directly at the eighth master.

Mr. Gong quickly said: "Master Ba, I am Gong Qing. We met last time. We had dinner together at Ningnan Hotel."

Ba Ye recalled it for a moment, then seemed to remember something, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I'm a guest. I'm sorry if I didn't greet you well."

"There are really no private rooms left. Please go find a seat downstairs. As for other things, how about I make peace with you?"

Lin Shao and others were reluctant, but looking at this scene, they finally nodded.

Master Ba ordered his subordinates to take Mr. Lin and others away.

However, Chen Fan was unwilling to give up and said coldly: "What do I say about the two million and four hundred thousand?"

"I'll take the responsibility." Master Ba turned back to look at Chen Fan and said in a deep voice: "Next time you place a bet, if you just say a word about the two million, I will have someone arrange it and it will be regarded as a bet."

Chen Fan laughed.

Ba Ye said slowly: "Now, are you satisfied?"

"Not satisfied, my mood has been affected." Chen Fan shook his head, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth again.

"Then how do you think we should apologize?" Master Ba's face darkened.

Chen Fan put his hands behind his hands and said calmly: "Master Ba is quite fair in dealing with things. I'll give you face and I won't pursue any further investigation."

Behind him, Wang Ziqing felt like she was going crazy.

Damn it, she had never seen such a crazy guest seeking death.

Even if Han Wei's background is really quite good and she is the eldest daughter of a top family in Kyoto, Chen Fan's background is definitely not bad either.

But are you really not afraid of death by provoking the forces behind the ghost market like this?

In a place like the Ghost Market, even if a top-level family member crosses the bottom line, people may not have any concerns.
Chapter completed!