Looking at Lu Fan now, he was reminded of himself when he was young. To a certain extent, the two still have many similarities.

Now he understands Lu Fan's predicament, but the more he understands it, the more curious he becomes about what surprises Lu Fan will bring him next.

Especially when facing an assassin, he was able to capture him without changing his expression and then, after some negotiation, get the assassin to confess.

This alone made him realize that Lu Fan was a man of great courage, and in his opinion, this investment was already worthwhile.

Even if they ultimately fail, with Lu Fan's example, they can continue following him.

"Since you've said so, Mr. Huang, if you have nothing else to do, I'll take my leave now. I still have a lot to do at the company."

Old Huang nodded, watching the other person leave, and grew increasingly fond of this young man.

It has to be said that the person in front of him did indeed possess a certain intriguing quality.

For some reason, even though Lu Fan didn't do much, his favorability rating kept increasing.

His gaze also fell upon the assassin beside him. The assassin looked at the big shot in front of him, and the two locked eyes. The assassin himself exuded a strong sense of ferocity.

But now, as he and Old Huang looked at each other, a hint of fear crept into his eyes, which kept darting around.

They didn't dare to meet Old Huang's gaze even for a second.

“You know a lot of things, but you have too few clues. I need you to help me find materials.”

I could know everything about you right now, but that would be too boring.

The assassin fell silent for a moment, seemingly convinced that he might still have a chance of winning against Lu Fan.

But now, in that instant when they made eye contact, he felt as if he were being crushed.

He also knew that even if he continued to resist now, it would all be in vain.

“I know there’s no point in fighting against someone like you, but that’s all I know right now. I can assure you that everything I say is true.”

After he finished speaking, he looked at Old Huang. He knew very well that the man in front of him held the power of life and death over him.

Now that he has said those words, his usefulness has diminished, and in the eyes of others, he may have become a pawn that can be discarded.

"I'm afraid you've already been abandoned by the Wang family, and the place you previously said you belonged to no longer cares about you."

After all, one assassin will only cause them trouble, and I believe that having you will only create even more trouble!

The assassin hesitated. He looked at the man in front of him and naturally understood that perhaps only he could protect him and even find a way out for him.

After all, this "pragmatist" mentality is a virtue; he still has his own family, his so-called organization, and he doesn't really understand the issues he's talking about, including his family.

As human beings, given a new opportunity, who would willingly choose to face death?

"I know you're a smart person, and I know what you want to do next. You can go ahead and do it with confidence, but I also want to see results."

After he finished speaking, two people came out and untied the ropes binding him. However, during the untying process, the two men seemed to be stunned.

Seeing this, Old Huang was puzzled. These two were quick and agile people inside the bottle, so how did they suddenly turn into such a ghostly state?

In particular, what was presented was completely different from what he had imagined.

"Can you two be a little quicker with your work? It takes you forever to untie a rope?"

As they searched for a way out, the two men took out a small knife and slid it along the rope.

However, when he tried to cut the rope with the knife, he couldn't penetrate it even a fraction of an inch, and he was afraid of using too much force and hurting the other person.

"Sir, you don't seem to be feeling well."

Old Huang went over and saw that it was clearly marked with the 502 paint. After further observation, he was amazed to find that the entire rope had been completely covered by the 502 paint, and even the clothes on it had been incorporated into the paint.

For some reason, the arrogance on his face faded somewhat, replaced by a sense of pity.

However, he secretly admired Lu Fan's ruthlessness.

If an ordinary person could be so tolerant of their enemy, he would think that person is a complete fool.

Dealing with your enemy without being ruthless is ruthless to yourself. Which should you choose? On this path, the choice is crystal clear.

"Quickly scald it with hot water, then cut it with a knife."

After all the restraints on the other person were removed, the other person was still sitting in the chair, which made Huang Tang somewhat unhappy.

The two people next to him naturally saw through Huang Lao's little scheme. Huang Lao was standing in the other person's place, which was obviously looking down on him.

"Hey kid, you're sitting here so comfortably, how come you can't stand up now that the rope's been untied?"

"Would you like us brothers to loosen your bones a bit?"

The assassin was on the verge of tears, his hands still firmly planted on the chair. He had just experienced that intense tearing sensation several times, which made him very uncomfortable.

Moreover, even after trying various methods, they still couldn't separate it from the chair.

Right now, he feels like a million curses are running through his mind.

"Sir, that's not what I meant. It's just that my hand is stuck to the chair, making it quite difficult to move, and moving it along with the chair is also painful..."

As he finished speaking, there was a hint of pleading in his eyes. He now knew that he belonged to someone else, and the other party understood what he should do next.

Now the situation is crystal clear.

"You two should take him away quickly. Give him whatever he wants, but remember to keep a close eye on him."

Especially his family members, and oh yes, his cousin's daughter.

Just as Old Huang uttered his last words, the assassin froze, remaining silent for a long time.

He only has one mother who is known to others, and she is one of his few relatives, though she is over sixty years old.

Walking is probably already a problem for him, so it's really unreasonable for an ordinary person to threaten him.

Over the years, he has never announced his marriage to the outside world, and many people believe that he is still single.

Even his organization didn't know that the daughter of his second uncle was actually his, and that his biological mother died in childbirth.

Sometimes, people reap what they sow!