Zhong Boyong's plan made Lu Fan fall into a brief meditation.

Indeed, no matter whether his plan can work or not, if he can force this evil god away from China in a short period of time, it will indeed provide considerable help to his current state.

After all, an evil god has been lying around him, staring at his every move, which put too much pressure on Lu Fan.

The particularity of the blood talisman made him completely exposed the process and means of treating patients.

If Wan Taklin can be really taken away from Jinling, his chances of finding a cure for Zhong Ziyan will be much greater.

“The risk is too great.”

Lu Fan shook his head: "No matter what, Wan Taklin's current goal is only Zhong Ziyan."

"If she knew that you would shake the foundation of Salomon in order to save your daughter, she would never let you go."

"She will pour all her anger into all the disciples of your Zhong family."

"Once the evil god-level surrender master is angry, my strange and terrifying methods are afraid that your Zhong family will face a catastrophe."

No one can question the terrifying means of an evil god-level surrender.

Even the old guys in the China Martial Arts Alliance dare not.

They were the personal experiences of the bloody battle between the Wumen of China and the Southeast Asian Headmaster. They have seen scenes of worms surging, like locusts passing through the border, harvesting low-level warriors, and the lives of ordinary people.

I have also seen an evil god-level master who exploded himself, and the venom filled the sky melted two ancient martial arts masters who were close to each other and had no time to escape, instantly melted the scene.

The reason why Lu Fan was anxious was because of his strength, and there was still a certain gap between him and Wan Taklin.

Otherwise, with his personality, he would never be beaten passively everywhere. Even if he can win miserably, he would fight to death. But the problem is that he can't do it now.

"I said that the day when Zi Yan broke his soul is also the time when I, Zhong Boyong, bid farewell to this world."

"Besides, Brother Lu, do you really think that on the day Ziyan was refined by her, my Zhong family would be spared?"

His tone was extremely firm: "Sitting for death is never the character of me, Zhong Boyong. I would rather fight to the death, even if I die at her feet, than do nothing. I just watched helplessly, my daughter and the Zhong family were destroyed in the hands of this barbarian!"

"And you can rest assured that this matter, no matter whether it wins or loses, is all done by me, Zhong Boyong. Even if I end up in the hands of the thief, I will never involve Brother Lu."

"I would also like to ask Brother Lu to take action generously and save my Ziyan, a great kindness, and I, Zhong Boyong, will never forget you!"

As he said that, he stood up and knelt down to the ground at Lu Fan.

Seeing that Zhong Boyong mistakenly thought he was afraid of Wan Taklin's revenge, Lu Fan stopped him from not attacking the Salamen in Southeast Asia, and sighed and said, "Master Zhong, you misunderstood."

He stood up and held Zhong Boyong's shoulder: "The revenge between Wan Taklin and I have long been irreconcilable. I am afraid that she will take revenge, so I will not come to Jinling from Nandu and will fight him to the end."

Zhong Boyong raised his head and said in confusion: "Brother Lu, are you agreeing to my plan?"

Lu Fan hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Zhong Boyong planned to do the sneak attack on Solomon's ancestral land in person, and must be forced away from Jinling without any leakage, and then do something on her flight back to China, trying to make her die on the ocean returning to Southeast Asia!

And don't worry about hurting the innocent.

After all, Wan Taklin is now under the protection of the Ma family.

For the Ma family, it is possible to arrange a solo private jet for her to do it casually.

Zhong Boyong immediately drove to a secret contact point in the Zhong family in Jinling to discuss the matter with the arms dealer in Southeast Asia.

After resting, Lu Fan continued to return to the backyard and sealed the cave for Zhong Zi.

It's seven o'clock in the evening.

When Lu Fan dragged his tired body out of the attic, Zhong Wan'er waited here early, prepared hot water and towels, and personally wiped Lu Fan's sweat to relieve fatigue.

"My father will not come back tonight. He will explain to the Zhong family everything and follow Brother Lu's instructions."

“I only assist from the side.”

"So Brother Lu has any needs, just tell me."

Zhong Wan'er was considerate like a maid: "Wan'er will do it."

Lu Fan breathed: "It's okay, I'll be here alone, and I have to call Master Kong Chan. I haven't replied to him for a day after I came out."

Just as he reached out to take out his phone, the phone also started to shake desperately.

As soon as he took out the phone, he accidentally pressed the answer button. Then, he heard Master Kong Chan trembling voice:
Chapter completed!