He couldn't help but feel annoyed.

As an intelligence dealer, he was able to make a fortune in this acre of three-point land in India, without any worries about food and drink, and he also had some backers behind his back. He thought that who would eat Xiong Xin Bao dared to treat him like this?

Just as I was about to start scolding, I saw Ren Yifan who was put on his hands on his chest, wearing a black suit, looking at him with fun.

He was stunned for a moment, and a flattering smile appeared on his dazed face. He took out a cigarette from his arms, bent his body, walked forward with a grandson look.

"Brother Fan, smoke!"

If there were some ordinary rogues, Guitou San really didn't take it seriously, but even if Ren Yifan was lent him the courage, he wouldn't dare to offend him.

Every country does not have any underground organizations that are shameless in every country, and some organizations are either supported by large consortiums or by the upper class of the country.

The leader where Ren Yifan is located is one of such organizations.

The leading association has a huge industry, spread all over India, and there are many members. Anyone who mentions the leading association with any citizen of India will probably know it.

Guitou San still has to go to the pole to curry favor with the people from Longtou Club. With a backer like Longtou Club, he is tantamount to getting a permit that can be done recklessly in India.

He looked at the two notorious thugs standing beside Ren Yifan, and did not dare to be negligent. He handed over two cigarettes one after another, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

What do these guys from the Dragon Head Club look for him? He is determined to set up a chain leader and it is too late, so how could he do anything that is sorry to the Dragon Head Club?

The Ghost Head San's shrewd eyes carefully made a clue on the faces of Ren Yifan and the other two thugs, grinned and laughed.

"Brother Fan, you suddenly came to me today. Are you going to ask me to do something?"

It was purely an accident that Ren Yifan was able to catch the Ghost Head Three.

He had just come out of the casino with two thugs, and luckily passed away the word "back". He lost many games one after another. The money in his pocket had been completely lost in the morning. He was depressed and ordered the two thugs to rob someone from the street, just to vent their grievances.

He skillfully pinched the cigarette with his fingers, squinted his eyes, and sucked the smoke.

"Ghost Head Three, why is it you guy?"

Although the number one figure of Guitou San cannot be on the table, he can reach this level by selling news. He is considered the number one, so he has some fame in India.

Guitou San shrank his neck, smiled continuously, and smiled repeatedly, "This is all fate, Brother Fan! I didn't expect to see you!"

"Okay, don't say too much about flattery. Just do something practical and take out the money in your pocket!"

Ren Yifan waved his hand and threw half of the cigarette left in his hand on the ground and crushed it with his feet. His hands returned to a circumference and said coldly.

Hearing this, Guitou San suddenly felt a few cold sweats on his forehead, his throat moved, and he swallowed his saliva twice.

He hasn't warmed up Xiao Yang's 200,000 yet, and he is just holding him over in vain. What's the fate of this?

"What? Didn't you hear what I said?"

Ren Yifan raised his voice a little, and he could already hear some anger in his tone.

The two thugs beside them were already in a state of being on the verge of being a lesson.

A hero does not suffer the loss before his eyes, and the wealth will be gone and come again!
Chapter completed!