Alfonso was stunned.

Ning Fan didn't wait for him to react and continued, "I'll find someone to touch your woman, and then you can kill him to vent your anger."

"Watch your fucking words!"

Tess, who was behind Alfonso, couldn't help but stand up and pointed at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"What's your last name?"

Tays was furious.

Ning Fan continued, "I'm talking to your commander! What do you do?"

Tice, General!

This status is really not low!

But after all, Ning Fan is the commander.

Even if he is called a gigolo in private, he is still the leader.

"Can you handle this matter?"

Ning Fan asked Tess again.

Tess's face was gloomy and he said nothing.

A sorter died, he could handle it.

But now it’s obviously not a matter of one person dying.

"If you can't make the decision, just step back a little."

Ning Fan waved his hand in disdain before turning to Alfonso and saying, "Commander Alfonso, it's just a dead sorter. There's no need to dwell on it, right?"

It’s really not a big deal.

But Alfonso understood what Ning Fan meant.

He noticed that the sorters around him were a little emotionally unstable.

Ning Fan's words, "It was just a sorting worker who died," stirred up waves in their hearts.

Now, many sorters are waiting to see how their leader will handle this matter.

If Alfonso doesn't handle it well, he will be criticized.

The most important thing is that Commander Alfonso’s reputation will be lost!

"No matter their status, they are still mine."

Alfonso said in a low voice: "You killed my family, so you have to give me an explanation."

"Haha, I had good intentions and wanted to invite Commander Alfonso to make a fortune together. I even missed the unveiling time because of your lateness."

Ning Fan also became angry: "I didn't expect that after waiting for so long, you would play such a trick on me."

Alfonso frowned.

Ning Fan said in a stern tone, "It's never going to end, is it? Fine, if you want an explanation, I'll give you one!"

As he spoke, Ning Fan turned his head.

"General Yan!!"

Yan Feng stood up with a sullen face.

There was still blood on his knife!

I didn't wipe it at all.

Ning Fan looked at Alfonso again.

"He murdered the person!"

"Whatever explanation you want, it's up to you!"