Feng San pointed to his temple without any hesitation and didn't say anything else.
Huizi understood this time.
Feng San suspected that Ning Fan was mentally ill.
Logically speaking, Feng San's doubts are not unreasonable.
Huizi is a blacksmith.
In the blood show, people have to sell their houses and land to gamble a few hundred dollars.
Suddenly bring a friend and say you want to discuss a million-dollar business deal with him?
Or every month?
If this isn't crazy, what is?
With such a great friend, why would you still gamble here?
"Third brother, my friend is quite sincere."
Huizi said with a smile.
Feng San gradually realized that something was wrong.
Huizi's temperament now seems to be different from before.
That state of being a low-level gambler is gone.
Instead, there is a confidence that emanates from the bones.
"Brother Huizi."
Feng San looked Huizi up and down again, and suddenly chuckled, "Where are you playing with your brother?"
"Third brother, what do you mean by this?"
"Are you a blacksmith?"
Feng San narrowed his eyes.
Huizi spread out his hands, revealing the calluses on his palms: "I really did."
Feng San glanced at Ning Fan again.
"Brother, what's your name?"
"Ning Fan."
Ning Fan responded calmly.
Feng San frowned.
Ning Fan...
This name sounds familiar.
I seemed to have heard it somewhere, but it didn’t seem to have much to do with me, so I didn’t take it too seriously.
Ning Fan couldn't bear to see Feng San thinking too hard.
"Third brother, don't think about it."
Ning Fan smiled and said, "You must have heard my name from rumors outside."
Feng San looked confused.
Ning Fan pointed outside the blood show.
That is the direction of the F70 area.
"The man who brought down Yanchikov is called Ning Fan."
Feng San opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen a ghost.
Ning Fan's smile was innocent.
"What a coincidence, I have the same name as him."
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