During battle, Han Zhan never lets go of any enemy, and he always finds the enemy's most fatal weakness in the shortest time.

And Agen's shortcomings...

When Han Zhan's forehead hit Arang's nose, he quickly raised his right leg and kicked Arang's left calf.

Letting go of Arang's arm, Han Zhan grabbed Arang's short hair, pulled his hair and scalp back hard, and slammed him against the wall several times.

After bumping into him four or five times in a row, Han Zhan finally grabbed Arang's hair and made him raise his face to face him.

Valan's forehead was bleeding, but there was a hideous and strange smile on his face.

Arjan's smile made Han Zhan extremely uncomfortable.

Han Zhan pushed Arang onto the windowsill again. He grabbed Arang's wrists with both hands and pressed his right knee against Arang's waist, completely restricting Arang's movements.

Holding down Arjan, Han Zhan used his right hand to press Arjan's face against the windowsill. He leaned over and whispered in Arjan's ear, "Do you really think I know nothing about your infiltration? Haven't you noticed that my house is full of surveillance cameras?"

Valan yelled, "Are you a pervert? There are surveillance cameras in the room!"

Han Zhan smiled and said, "Who among us is not a pervert?"

Argen said nothing.

Han Zhan stared at Arang's face, hesitating whether to kill him.

Arjan saw the murderous intent and hesitation in Han Zhan's eyes, but he acted like a madman, deliberately provoking Han Zhan: "Hoff, if you don't kill me, he will definitely kill that bitch Song Ci one day! Don't forget, she has two children in her belly!"

"I took action once and got three lives. I'm a winner!"

The little boy who used to vomit every time he woke up at night because he hurt someone actually grew up to be a murderous demon.

Arrang's words made Han Zhan want to kill him.

Han Zhan pulled out a dagger from his pocket and was about to stab Arang's throat when he suddenly felt something beneath his knee. He looked at Arang's waist in confusion and saw the outline of a pistol through the thin fabric of his clothes.

Arrang was still cursing Han Zhan fiercely: "Come on! Just stab me to death! You abandoned me and pursued wealth and glory alone back then, you can definitely kill me now! What are you hesitating about? Just stab me!"

“The hypocrisy is disgusting!”

Arrang tilted his neck back and said to Han Zhan considerately, "Come on, stab me in the neck, right here in the aorta. That'll kill me the fastest!"

Han Zhan stared at Arjan's angry face. After a while, he suddenly put away the knife and let Arjan go. Han Zhan took a step back, leaned against the wall, and looked at Arjan with complicated eyes.

Seeing Han Zhan suddenly stop, Arang was stunned for a moment. He stood up cursing and sat on the windowsill, sneering and asking Han Zhan: "Why, you don't dare to kill me? You are such a coward."

Han Zhan played with the knife in his hand. His voice was neither loud nor low. He said, "You didn't shoot me."

Valan's sly smile froze on his face. "What?" Valan pretended not to understand.

Han Zhan glanced at Arjan's waist and reminded him: "You were carrying a gun. Why didn't you shoot me?"

Valan's expression changed, becoming one of arrogance and disdain. He said, "You're not worth my gun!"

Arrang's expression was hateful and fierce, which reminded Han Zhan of the cat that Mr. Chen Shu raised many years ago. It looked mighty and domineering, but if you poked its belly, it would immediately want to be hugged and lifted up high.

Han Zhan suddenly laughed, "Arrang, you are a good boy."

After being teased, Valjean started swearing again: "You son of a bitch Hof, XX..." Valjean cursed from English to Italian, then to German, and then said in Chinese: "I'm 32 years old, fuck your mother!"

Han Zhan laughed grimly. "You were very dull when you were little, but now you're very articulate."

Valang simply kept silent.

Han Zhan lowered his eyes and saw that Arang's left leg was twitching unconsciously. But even though his calf was twitching with pain, Arang's face was calm, as if he had not been injured.

He has learned to endure and swallow his anger.

Han Zhan suddenly said, "Alan, leave Italy and live with me."

Arang stared at Han Zhan blankly, his eyes slightly red.

He rubbed his nose, turned his head and looked at the neighborhood scenery outside the window. After a few seconds, he whispered, "Hof, people with rotten bones cannot be cured at all." Even if the life is saved by scraping bones and cutting flesh, the rotten bone is still missing and will never grow back.

He has become one with hell. When he is alive, he is a ghost in hell, and when he dies, he is a handful of ashes in hell.

He can't leave.

He's already rotten there.

Han Zhan felt bad when he heard Arang's answer. He was once again extremely grateful to Han Aoyu for finding him, bringing him back, and teaching him so carefully. Otherwise, Han Zhan would have grown up to be even more twisted and evil than Arang.

Han Zhan raised his hand, wanting to touch Arang's hair. He stretched his hand out halfway, but finally retracted it.

Noticing that Han Zhan had put his hand down, Arang slumped his shoulders and said nothing.

Han Zhan suddenly asked Arang: "Arang, do you want to go see your mother?"

The topic jumped around so quickly that Arang couldn't keep up with Han Zhan's pace. Blinking, Arang was confused and asked, "My mother?"

Seeing that Arrang seemed dumbfounded, Han Zhan smiled and said, "I investigated your mother's identity many years ago, and finally found out the truth two years ago." Han Zhan told Arrang, "The information is in my study. I'll get it for you."

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