Fan Zhongfu quickly bent down, seemingly to clean up the mess, but he soon chose a relatively sharp piece of porcelain and hid it in his hand.
Just as the spy turned around to call a waiter to clean up, Fan Zhongfu suddenly sprang into action. He pounced on the spy from behind, grabbed the spy's neck with both hands, and with all his might, slashed the spy's carotid artery with a sharp piece of porcelain. Blood spurted out immediately.
The agent was completely unprepared. He never expected that this seemingly unremarkable, refined old man would suddenly attack him. Only when he felt a sharp pain in his neck did he let out a scream.
The action was so sudden that no one knew what had happened until screams rang out. Everyone turned around and was instantly stunned by what they saw!
Fan Zhongfu was quite old and hadn't fought in many years. He relied entirely on his old skills to launch a surprise attack. Even the porcelain shard in his hand was not very effective. After all, a porcelain shard is not a blade. Even with his full strength, he only managed to cut a blood vessel and draw some blood. The agent was still able to fight back.
This agent was young and strong, and a member of the Green Gang who was used to street brawls. He was much more agile than Fan Zhongfu in hand-to-hand combat. Just as Fan Zhongfu slashed his neck, he swung his right elbow backward, delivering a heavy elbow strike to Fan Zhongfu's right ribs.
The blow was powerful, and it struck an unprotected weak spot. Fan Zhongfu immediately groaned in pain, his body shrank, and he lost his grip on the porcelain shard, which fell to the ground.
However, despite the intense pain, Fan Zhongfu, while separating his hands, grabbed the holster on the agent's waist and pulled it out, which terrified the agent.
He felt a lightness at his waist and knew what had happened. Fan Zhongfu had actually taken his gun. At this moment, he could no longer care about anything else. He turned around and grabbed the pistol with both hands. The two of them immediately became entangled and wrestled together.
The conflict between the two lasted only a few seconds, leaving everyone stunned and momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Several agents nearby watched as the two men fought over a gun, and they were too frightened to step forward. They quickly drew their pistols and pointed them at Fan Zhongfu. Qin San, who was not far away, also ran over and shouted urgently, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"
He knew that Fan Zhongfu was not only an important prisoner entrusted to him by Captain Deng Mingxiang, but also an important figure that his old superior Luo Xingchao was concerned about. He could not afford to have any problems in his hands, so he quickly spoke up to stop the other agents from acting.
But things didn't go as planned. Just as he was shouting, a sharp gunshot rang out, making everyone's heart skip a beat.
The two men who had been entangled together fell to the ground at the same time. Qin San strode forward and saw the agent struggling to get up, one hand covering his bleeding neck and the other holding a pistol, looking blankly at Fan Zhongfu lying on the ground.
Qin San stepped forward and shoved the spy aside. He looked at Fan Zhongfu, who was lying on the ground with blood gushing from his chest. He was lying face up, barely breathing, but his eyes were full of relief.
"Quick, go call the doctor!" Qin San roared.
Everyone was in a flurry of activity. Soon, someone ran out to call the doctor on duty, and several friends who knew him called out his name and tried to lift Fan Zhongfu up so that he could be taken to the doctor.
Fan Zhongfu felt that he could not hear anything, his vision gradually blurred, and all the figures around him were moving quickly, like a silent movie.
His heart beat so heavily with each beat that his body began to feel weightless, as if he were a feather about to float away.
Finally, he had come to this point. Fan Zhongfu had no regrets. He had devoted his life to his lofty beliefs and had made a choice between life and death for them. Even at the last moment of his life, he did not stop fighting. He had no regrets!
Every ounce of strength in his body was drained, his breathing became more and more rapid, and finally the last glimmer of light in his eyes was extinguished, and his consciousness fell into eternal darkness!
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