Fang Hanyin was quietly moving in the corner under the wall, observing carefully, they were straddling guns on their waists and holding wine bottles in their hands, sucking wildly for a while from time to time, and became more and more excited as they drank. Some of them wrestled together, and some men and women took off their pants and had sex.

He closed his eyes slightly and sensed for a while, staring at a strong man, about thirty years old, with an ordinary appearance and a fierce look.

When I went to Chen Xiaoxin and Nina's house to make trouble, this guy was the one who left the cigarette butts. Fang Han narrowed his eyes and observed this guy.

He was holding a bottle of wine and drinking continuously. He hugged a girl with heavy makeup in his arms, inserted his hand into the girl's legs, and touched her constantly in the triangle area.

Fang Han could clearly see that the hair on his thick arms was thick, like an ape. Even though he was drunk, his eyes still showed a hint of calmness.

This is a difficult guy, Fang Han sighed secretly, wondering if he killed Marion.

The bright moon in the sky slowly moved, Fang Han was in the shadow under the corner of the wall for more than two hours, staring at the strong man without moving, watching him drinking constantly, groping on the girl with big hands, then took off her pants and fucked hard, and finally he was exhausted and lay on the ground to rest.

Fang Han kept staring at him, carefully analyzing and observing the people around him, watching them revel and indulge in a crazy way, as if they were the end of the world.

The strong man turned over and mumbled to the corner of the wall behind to release water. Fang Han walked quickly against the shadow under the wall. In a blink of an eye, he reached behind the strong man, gently reached to control him, and then flew over the wall and fell outside.

The strong man did not move, letting him react quickly, and Fang Han put his palm on his shoulder, and his internal force immediately went in and pressed his acupoint.

Fang Han carried him to the woods a mile away. The fields were empty, with only a small piece of woods lonely and becoming more and more empty.

When Fang Han threw it away, the strong man rolled on the ground and was able to move. He reached out to touch the gun on his waist, but he felt empty. The gun was already in Fang Han's hand.

"Who are you?" The strong man's face changed slightly, his eyes stared at Fang Han, his whole body was tense, and he tried hard to see Fang Han's appearance.

The moonlight was sparse in the woods, and two steps away, he couldn't see Fang Han's face clearly.

Fang Han said in a deep voice: "Did you kill Marion?"

"Are you a friend of Marion?" the strong man frowned and said, "Then we are friends!"

He couldn't see Fang Han's face clearly, but Fang Han could clearly see every hair of his hair.

Fang Han asked: "What did Marion do to cause the death of his life?"

"We are also checking who killed Marion!" The strong man gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "It must be the horse hoof to help that bunch of shit!"

Fang Han smiled and shook his head: "It seems you are not going to say it anymore."

"Friends and friends." The strong man heard that something was wrong and hurriedly said, "We will definitely find out who killed Marion to avenge him. Friend, don't make a mistake. Marion is a brother, not an enemy!"

"Is that true?" Fang Han leaned over and took action with a smile.

The strong man suddenly sprinkled a bunch of mud and sand, turned around and ran away, drilling into the bushes next to him. Just as he was about to get in, his body stiffened and stopped motionlessly.

Fang Han shook his head, he guessed right, they did it, and as for how many there were, they still needed to confess.

After a moment of pondering, Fang Han came behind him, pressed the back of his head with his hand, and did not move. Time seemed to be still, only the strong young man slowly trembled and turned into a rustling trembling, as if he was electrocuted.

Five minutes later, Fang Han let go, and the strong man fell softly to the ground, like a slime mud, motionless and life and death without knowing it.

Fang Han frowned and his face turned gloomy.

The holy art is not only a holy art with the help of saving people, but also a holy art with punishment and other effects. He just performed the confession technique, which was able to read the memory of the subject.

The confession technique also has its limitations. It cannot read all memories, and can only take some fragments. Fang Han previously evoked the memories of a strong man about Marion through conversations, and could read them more accurately.

He saw the killing of Marion. The killer was not alone, but a group of people, that was the group of guys inside. They hit and killed Marion on the charge of a traitor. He could see the scene at that time. Amid the applause and cheer of the group, Marion ran away in despair and was eventually chased by a car and killed. No matter how skilled he had, he could not escape the car.

The surging murderous intent was boiling, and I wish I could go in and they all fell out.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the murderous intent, and smiled slightly. The original murderous intent disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared before.

He murmured, pointed at the strong man on the ground, and then disappeared into the woods.

The strong man frowned and slowly woke up. He felt refreshed. He seemed to wake up from a deep sleep. He was in a rare good mood. He was in a good mood, as if his heart had removed a thousand kilograms of rocks, relaxed and happy.

He looked around, cursed and knocked his head, and forgot how he got to such a place where birds don’t poop. He must have drunk too much wine and didn’t know how long he had slept. The carnival party had not ended.

He touched the gun at his waist, and the more relaxed his mind was, he swayed back, pushed open the iron gate and entered the factory area. The carnival continued, and the atmosphere became more and more intense. Men and women were entangled with each other, breathing, moaning, and roaring. Some two men attacked one woman, and some two women served one man.

The strong man swayed to the bonfire, threw another tire into it, glanced at it, and suddenly found that the girl he had just had was joking under another strong bear-like crotch, moaning softly.

Seeing this, he would usually laugh and join in, looking for excitement, but at this time he felt particularly dazzling and a rage rushed over his head.

He took a breath and suppressed his anger, but a stream of fire kept coming out, accumulating in his mind, becoming more and more intense, and eventually turned into violence.

"Bang!" He pulled his gun and pulled the ring. The man's head as strong as a bear exploded like a watermelon, splashing red and white.

He saw it in his eyes, as if he had eaten Bing Qiling in the summer, his pores were so refreshed that he opened up. The only thing that was the beauty was the scream of a woman.

The screams made him angry again, and he fired again with the violent aura.

"Thomas, you're crazy!" someone shouted.

The strong man's eyes were red, and he burst into laughter and shot repeatedly. In a blink of an eye, four or five people fell down, so everyone pulled their guns and fought back.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." With a muffled sound, the strong man fell down.

But his fall did not calm the gun fire. People seemed to be crazy and looked at each other, as if a firecracker was ringing. People fell down and were no longer able to shoot. They moaned and screamed endlessly. Some died directly, while others were left with a breath, and they were struggling with unwillingness to scream.

"Hey, help, help, this is Thomas Wood Factory. I'm injured, help me quickly!" Someone took out his phone and called the ambulance.

The strong man moved for a moment, then shaking again, his blood was covered with his own blood. He sneered and glanced around, picked up a gun from the side and fired again.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

After a series of gunfires, the surroundings became completely quiet. The strong man raised the gun to his temple, and his head exploded, and he fell straight down.

Fang Hanyin nodded in the dark. The holy art of redemption can silently manipulate people's hearts. Everyone unknowingly became obsessed with this holy art killing each other, bursting out with amazing destructive power. The strong man finally wanted to kill his companions until he died to prove the domineering power of redemption.

In this moment, there were no living people inside.

He left lightly, silently. That night he boarded a plane and returned to Haitian. At noon the next day, he arrived at the airport.

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Zhou Xiaochai is wearing a moon-white professional dress and sunglasses. She has a graceful figure and graceful look, and is as strong as a big star. She is very conspicuous at the airports coming and going, as if she stands out in the crowd.

"Let's go." Zhou Xiaochai saw Fang Han, took off her sunglasses and waved her hand.

Fang Han came over and said with a smile: "I'm working hard on my wife."

Zhou Xiaochai glanced at him: "Has the matter been resolved?"

"Yeah, it's solved." Fang Han nodded.

As the two of them talked, they got into the BMW car. The faint fragrance of Zhou Xiaochai drifted into his nose, refreshing. He took a deep breath and smiled, "I'm finally back!"

"Tell me." Zhou Xiaochai started the car, drove out of the airport slowly, and boarded the expressway leading to the city. Melodious music sounded in the car.

Fang Han smiled and said, "There is nothing to say, just take a look."

"Is it really your apprentice?"

"That's right." Fang Han nodded: "I have such a plan. I originally wanted to investigate it, but I didn't expect that his fate was not good."

"Don't you have a very accurate premonition?" Zhou Xiaochai said.

Fang Han shook his head: "Maybe the relationship is not deep enough."

"Can emotions affect premonition?" Zhou Xiaochai glanced at him in surprise.

Fang Han nodded: "I thought about it all the time, this is the only reason, it's a pity!"

He had the intention to accept Marion. He wanted to plant a seed in Paris and could expand it in the future, but unfortunately, the world did not meet his wish.

"It's really a traffic accident?"

"No." Fang Han shook his head: "It's a gang vendetta."

Zhou Xiaochai turned her head to look at him, and Fang Han hurriedly said, "My wife, you are driving!"

Zhou Xiaochai snorted: "Have you avenged him?"

Fang Han nodded: "It's the minimum for a master and apprentice."

"I won't cause trouble, right?" Zhou Xiaochai frowned and said, "The French gangsters have guns and are not easy to deal with."

Fang Han smiled: "My wife is not at ease? She has eliminated the roots."

"You are so bold and ruthless!" Zhou Xiaochai shook her head after being stunned. Everyone would be deceived by him, thinking that he was generous and gentle like a gentleman, and he could not imagine his iron-blooded means.

Fang Han smiled: "There is no way, Xiaoxin still has to study there and can't leave any future troubles."

Zhou Xiaochai shook her head: "Do you care about the clothing company?"

Fang Han touched his forehead and sighed, "I really don't have the energy, so I can only give you money. Let her take care of the rest."

Zhou Xiaochai said: "If you don't doubt people, you won't doubt people. I will find someone to manage finances again."

The two of them quickly returned to Wanghai Garden. Chen Xiaoxin and Nina were both there, looking at him in surprise, but they didn't expect him to come back so soon.

Fang Han smiled and said nothing, and sat down to have a meal first.
Chapter completed!