But secretly he let these gangsters form a tomb-robbing team. The brother Chongzi he brought with him today had hoarded a lot of antiques in a factory in the suburbs.
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell where these things come from.
"Bribing off local tyrants is something that many financial groups often do when they enter a new place. There's no need to worry about it."
Zhang Fan was very calm. He certainly knew why Maarson cultivated so many subordinates.
However, the place they are going to this time is an extremely dangerous place. It would be fine if Marsson doesn't show his fangs there, but if he does, he will never have a chance to come back.
So Zhang Fan was not willing to spend any time and effort to deal with a dying person at this time.
Seeing Zhang Fan so calm, Nangong could only choose to remain silent.
The few of them had a simple dinner, and then Brother Chongzi drove a Raptor pickup truck and arrived outside the farmhouse where Zhang Fan and the others were.
"Mr. Zhang Fan, this is the car our boss asked me to give you!"
Brother Chongzi threw the key over, and Taoist Zi Jin grabbed it.
Zhang Fan took a look at the two tall and imposing pickup trucks. A lot of equipment had already been loaded in the rear compartment.
"Mr. Zhang Fan, you should be able to see that our boss is very interested in you and is willing to cooperate with you for a long time. We have prepared a lot of things in this car, enough for all your needs along the way. If Mr. Zhang Fan is satisfied, I hope you can respond to our boss's kindness."
Brother Chongzi stared at Zhang Fan's face and gave a very sinister smile.
Nangong Manyun frowned and looked at the pickup truck. Although it looked rough in appearance and seemed to be commonly used in mines, the price of this pickup truck was actually no less than several million.
To give such a luxurious gift as soon as he said it, this Marsan is really a man with a keen vision and foresight.
But unfortunately, his gift was given to the wrong person. How could Zhang Fan be interested in a piece of scrap metal?
Zhang Fan just shook his head and said calmly.
"Tell your boss that I advise him to keep his fangs. Otherwise, once they are exposed, the consequences will be disastrous. As for the car you sent, we don't need it. Just go ahead. If we can't keep up, you don't have to wait for us."
The smile on Brother Chongzi’s face froze!
He didn't expect that this bird of prey worth millions would be treated with disdain by Zhang Fan.
Moreover, judging from Zhang Fan's attitude, he seemed to be very clear about what they were doing.
This reminded Brother Chongzi of their previous encounter at Dong Dafu’s house!
It was obvious that the few words Dong Dafu had revealed before had made Zhang Fan doubt their identities.
"Mr. Zhang Fan is too determined. Our boss means well. We will keep the car and the things. Whether you use them or not is none of my business."
Brother Chongzi turned and left with a gloomy face.
Nangong Manyun looked at his back and stomped her feet angrily.
"This guy is too arrogant. Does he want us to go along with him?"
Taoist Zi Jin came to the front of the car, his eyes glowing with a faint golden color.
"Don't check it. The car has not been tampered with."
Zhang Fan patted Taoist Zi Jin on the shoulder.
"Master, you must be on guard against others." Taoist Zijin said, "The purpose of these people is unclear. I'm afraid they are ready to attack us."
When Nangong Manyun heard this, although she was surprised that Taoist Zi Jin called Zhang Fan "master", she was more concerned about what Taoist Zi Jin said next.
"No way? Besides us, there are also Mr. Fei, the investigation team, and Mr. Jiang Hai in the team. And Mr. Jiang Hai is also a martial arts master. If they dare to take action, they will definitely suffer."
"Have you ever seen tomb robbers cooperate?" Taoist Zi Jin asked back.
Nangong Manyun was stunned for a second: "What do you mean?"
Taoist Zijin said, "After we leave, have your people go to the Chengyang Machinery Factory in the north of the city and expose what's going on there. Then you'll know what these people are doing."
In fact, Nangong Manyun had already believed most of what Taoist Zijin said at this time.
So he nodded immediately, took out his cell phone, walked to a corner, and notified the people of the Nangong family.
Taoist Zi Jin followed Zhang Fan to the balcony.
Looking into the distance, the distant sky was covered with a layer of dusty night, but in the eyes of Taoist Zi Jin and Zhang Fan, that direction was shrouded in colorful hazy light.
"There are many secrets in this mountain, but many of them cannot be revealed at this time. Our goal this time is to eliminate the strange power inside the Wanku Mountain to prevent monsters like Qiu Snake from appearing again. So along the way, we should wait and see, and there is no need to show off our abilities too much!"
Zhang Fan said calmly.
Taoist Zi Jin nodded slightly, sighed and said.
"Master, in the past year or so that I have been practicing in the Pawnshop Temple, I have felt several times that there is a special power deep in the mountains that is affecting this land. I don't know whether the owner of this power is good or evil, but if this thing appears in the world today, I think it will definitely be a disaster."
Taoist Zi Jin's feelings are indeed real.
As the saying goes, there are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people!
There are so many strange things in this world, who can know all of them?
Even though he possesses the ability to see qi, Zhang Fan would not try to pry too much into the secrets of this world.
That will only increase the variables and make the trouble bigger and bigger!
Ding Dong!
The text message alert sound came.
Zhang Fan took out his cell phone and opened the message.
"Mr. Zhang Fan, I know you have been trying to persuade an old man like me to stay stubborn, but... I just want to live past a hundred, to end my unwillingness, and to escape the fate of being controlled by others. Even if I have to pay a huge price for it, I am willing to do it. Please help me."
Taoist Zi Jin also saw the text message and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
"Fate, fate! It really makes people unwilling and helpless."
"Yes!" Zhang Fan nodded. "Mr. Jiang Hai has long been in a misunderstanding. He believes that the reason he can live to this day is all because of the help of that monster. So he concealed the fact that he is already a hundred years old, and claimed that he is ninety years old. He feels that his fate is controlled by that monster, and even if that monster dies, he still cannot escape it."
"Master, what happened to Mr. Jiang Hai?" Taoist Zi Jin thought about it and asked the secret.
Zhang Fan frowned: "Live towards death!"
Hearing this, Taoist Zijin bowed respectfully, then turned around and went out to prepare things.
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