When Zhonglouyu came back, he heard from his subordinates that something happened at the wharf and Mr. Fan went over to deal with it.

There have been people dealing with the matter at the dock. It is probably not a small matter to let Mr. Fan take action.

He thought for a while and drove to the dock with the keys.

There are not many of the businesses under Fan Ye who are clean.

Everything went smoothly before, but of course it was because there were people covering the black and white paths. But that’s how people were. When they were good, everyone flattered, and when they were unlucky, most of them were people who took advantage of the situation.

However, Fan Ye never thought that the first person to betray him would be the one he valued the most.

In Jiangcheng, Fan Ye has a mortal enemy. Although he has not been satisfied with Fan Ye's domination over the years, he is still the two of them who dominate the rivers and have their own ways.

But I didn't expect that the batch of goods that I just arrived today was intercepted as soon as I was about to enter the port, and it was very strange.

When the brothers from the dock came to report, Fan Ye couldn't help but be anxious. This batch of goods was transported from the capital and had to be transported overseas. A full cabinet of oil products was worth no small amount.

Furthermore, the owner of this batch of goods is still a powerful man in the capital. If this matter is not done well, I am afraid that even Mr. Fan will not have good results.

He couldn't help but come to the dock immediately and wanted to negotiate with the other party.

However, unexpectedly, Lord He found evidence, which confirmed that the information of this batch of goods was sold.

He couldn't help but be even more angry and brought the person over directly.

In a small room at the dock, the whole room was filled with the smell of rottenness. A whole group of brothers stood outside the house. In the middle of the house, there was a table and a quasi-chair. On the table was a cup of good Longjing. Fan Ye sat on the chair. His hand was turning the jade ball and squinted his eyes slightly. His eyes were a little cruel.

In front of him, a middle-aged man who looked in his forties was kneeling. The man was shaking violently, his face was blue and purple, and he seemed to have been beaten.

"Do you say it?" Lord He stood beside the middle-aged man, stretched out his foot and kicked him hard: "Damn it, what benefits did the other party give you? Do you deserve Mr. Fan if you dare to touch this mind?"

Master He's kick was quite powerful. Although the man was quite strong, when he kicked him like this, he couldn't help but pounce forward and rubbed his face to the ground.

He should have felt the pain, but he had been beaten countless times before. At this moment, the flesh on his face was almost so painful that he couldn't feel it. After being kicked like this, he only got up after rubbing the place.

"I really did nothing, I..." The man shivered and couldn't help but want to defend himself.

However, Master He could not give him the opportunity to defend himself. I saw that before he finished speaking, Master He stretched out his feet again.

Mr. Fan kept watching all this coldly. Until here, he slowly picked up the upper Longjing on the table and took a sip. He pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "Okay, if you continue to beat him, you will be beaten to death."

"Master Fan." Master He's feet were stretched halfway, and after Master Fan said this, he couldn't help but stretched out his feet quickly.

"He Yong, you have really been back and forth after years." Mr. Fan glanced at Master He and said lightly.

The tone was plain and without any waves. It was just inside and outside, for some reason, but the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

"Yes." After Fan Ye said this, Lord He was repeatedly solemn. All his sharpness could not help but hide in an instant.

Anyone who knows Fan Ye knows that the lower the speed of Fan Ye’s voice, the calmer his expression is. The more ruthless his hands are. It is precisely because of this that as soon as Fan Ye’s tone comes out, Lord He immediately becomes docile as a sheep and dare not touch his brows at all.

"Yeah." After asking for a long time, I couldn't tell why. Mr. Fan was tired when he saw it. He said no, and stood up.

I took two steps forward slowly.

When the middle-aged man saw him walking towards him, his feet became soft. He lay directly on the ground, but Mr. Fan walked over beside him. He did not stop, but walked directly to the door.

"Why do you need to be so ruthless when dealing with such a person?" He shook his head gently and said to Lord He: "You can deal with it!"

"Master Fan!" When the middle-aged man heard what Master Fan said, he could no longer help. He rolled over to Master Fan, and crawled at Master Fan while crawling, shouting at Master Fan, "Master Fan, you have to believe me. It's really not what I did, I'm wronged!"

However, before he got close to Fan Ye, he had already been kicked hard by the bodyguard beside Fan Ye. This kick was hundreds of times heavier than the ones that Master He had before.

He only felt a mouthful of blood rushing into his heart, and a mouthful of blood squirted out.

"If you have the courage to do something to betray me, don't blame me for being ruthless." Fan Ye, who walked to the door, slowly turned around, looked at him, and said word by word.

Afterwards, he left without looking back.
Chapter completed!