"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Chen Bufan shook his head, "Your martial arts are too poor, you can't beat me."

The man in black covered his chest, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and slowly got up.

He touched the back of his butt with one hand and pulled out the porcelain tile, with blood dripping from it.

"Chen Bufan, I didn't expect your martial arts to be so high."

"Average, third in the world."

What a stinker!

"Are you going to answer my previous question honestly? Or should I force you to tell me?"

"Say it beforehand. It won't feel good if I force you to say it."

"You want me to tell you who was behind the scenes. It's just a delusion and a dream." The man in black said forcefully.

"You have backbone, I like people who have backbone." Chen Bufan bared his teeth in a smile and suddenly disappeared on the spot.

When he appeared again, he had one hand tightly squeezing the man in black's throat.

"If you don't tell me, you will die."

"Haha, you...don't you know that there is a kind of person in the world called a dead man?" The man in black's face turned red from suppressing his emotions.

"Even if I die, I will not betray my master, let alone someone who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

"No, no, no, sometimes death is not terrible. Life is terrible, but death is worse than death." Chen Bufan said calmly.

"I would like to try it." As soon as the man in black finished speaking, he felt a strange itch spreading inside his body.

The itch is hard to describe, indescribable.

If the man in black hadn't been restrained by Chen Bufan, he would have been rolling around and struggling.

"You...what did you do to me?" The man in black gritted his teeth and asked with force.

"You did something you will never forget."

"Hiss!" The man in black took a breath and couldn't help but grab it with one hand.

Then Chen Bufan let go, jumped aside, and watched the show.

"Ah!" The man in black had a ferocious expression and was in great pain.

"Speak out, and I will let you die happily, or even let you go."

"Dream!" The man in black remained stubborn, like a bull that couldn't be pulled back. It hit the south wall and had to collapse.

After holding on for less than a minute, the man in black was dripping with cold sweat, and his nails were full of flesh and blood.

"Master, I can no longer serve you. I can't stand it anymore."

Chen Bufan noticed something was wrong and quickly stepped forward.

But it was always too late. The man in black bit out the poison in his mouth and was dying.

The dead man is so loyal that every time he performs a mission, he has poison in his mouth. If he fails, he will take the poison and commit suicide.

One is to prevent yourself from falling into the opponent's hands and suffering inhuman torture.

The second reason is to keep the secret, as Chen Bufan asked, he could not answer.

Chen Bufan would not let him go, so he might as well end it once and for all and die a worthy death.

You are such a tough person, but there are still dead soldiers in this world?

Someone died in the villa, Chen Bufan took out the corpse and scattered it on the man in black.

Then he slowly returned to the bedroom and continued to sleep.

…

In a luxurious villa, a young man hugged two girls and lay on a big bed. One of them was feeding a banana, and the other was lying on his chest.

So uncomfortable!

It's just that the young man was a little absent-minded, as if he had something on his mind, and his expression was solemn.

When the woman was feeding the banana, the man inadvertently turned his head and the banana poked one of his cheeks.

His face changed, and his tone was full of coldness, "Are you blind? Or are you unable to use your hands?"

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." The woman quickly apologized, her expression full of panic.

"Damn, you bitch." The young man raised his hand and slapped her in the face without any mercy.

In his eyes, these two women are just playthings, trash that can be thrown away, and their status is humble.

"Master!"

"What did you call me?"

"Master...Master."

"Yes!" The young man nodded with satisfaction, "I told you to call me master from now on. You are just a dog, a random bitch."

"Compared to Tantai Haoyue, it's nothing. Calling Master makes me feel a little better."

"Yes, Master."

"Go, kneel down and scream twice."

The woman quickly got out of bed and knelt on the ground without hesitation, "Wow! Master, let me serve you."

The young man glanced at it and said calmly, "You said the word "little maid" wrong. The last word is clearly a tone. Didn't the teacher teach you the four tones?"

"Yes, the master is right." The woman did not dare to object.

Some people will do anything for money.

Girls despise themselves and surrender unconditionally at the feet of young men, just for the sake of material life and high consumption.

"I'll deal with you later and put on your maid uniform." The young man said this and strode out.

I came downstairs, sat lazily on the sofa, and made a phone call.

"Thirteen, come in."

After a while, a tall man walked in.

"Master!"

"Well, is Thirty-six back?"

Thirteen? Thirty-six? They are all numbers!

The so-called numbers represent their names, and thirty-six is ​​the man who assassinated Chen Bufan tonight.

"Back to you, young master, Thirty-six has not come back, and there has been no news." Thirteen replied respectfully.

"How long have you been there?"

"About two hours."

"Two hours? Jinsha Garden is so close, so I should have come back early. Could it be..." The young man was uneasy, as if he had guessed something.

"Young master, you are worrying too much. Thirty-six's martial arts are pretty good. The acquired sixth level should be enough to deal with Chen Bufan." Thirteen consoled him.

"You are warriors trained by your family. Each of you has good strength, but Chen Bufan is not a simple person."

"Ma Si, 90% of them were tortured to death by him!"

"Master, Ma Si is just a dog raised by the family. To put it bluntly, it is just a tool to make money secretly. The bodyguards around him have just entered the acquired realm, which is at most the third level. There is a big gap compared with the thirty-sixth level."

"Chen Bufan can kill Ma Si, but he may not be able to do anything to Thirty-Six."

"Let's wait a little longer. Maybe Thirty-Six will be back soon."

The young man sighed, "We can only wait."

The two sat downstairs, but the young man did not go upstairs. Until four or five o'clock in the morning, Thirty-six still did not come back...

Hopes are dashed and the consequences are self-evident.

"Master, go to sleep."

Chen Bufan is still alive, his mind is uneasy, and he is not in the mood to do anything.

"Thirty-six failed, right?" the young man said disappointedly.

"It should be."

"No need to say it, it's already decided."

Seeing the young master's disappointed expression, Thirteen couldn't bear it.

"Master, how about I do it myself tomorrow? I don't believe that Chen Bufan has three heads and six arms."

This is dissatisfaction.

"How much better are you than Thirty-Six?"

"I am the eighth level of the day after tomorrow."

"It's only two levels stronger than Thirty-Six, so don't take the risk."

It’s not that the young man looks down on him, but thirteen is very important to him.

I have been by my side for four years. He is calm, hands-on and does everything beautifully.

Very popular!

He did not allow Thirteen to make any unnecessary mistakes.

"Then the young master means...to give up?"
Chapter completed!