But seeing that Zhang Qifan had no intention of moving his steps, Bathir's face changed a few times, gritted his teeth, walked to Zhang Qifan's side, and suddenly stepped forward half of his body, saying, "Boss, be careful that they may have weapons." Such a position would not block Zhang Qifan's vision, and he could block the front as soon as possible when conflicts occurred.

Zhang Qifan was a little surprised. In short, it was the second time he and Bathir met. When they first met, he was beaten up by himself. It would be nice not to hold a grudge against him. But looking at his current appearance, he seemed to be really treating himself as his boss and risking his own risk.

Bathil was very nervous. Since he was young, he had never received respect from others. When he grew up, he had to go to society and use various disgraceful means to make a living. In this way, serious people were even more reluctant to interact with him.

Although Zhang Qifan beat him up, he had no intention of discriminating against him from beginning to end. The money he gave him later made Bathir feel that he was also valuable.

Just for this little respect, Bathir's head heated up and stood in front of Zhang Qifan.

The back door of the cafe was pushed open with a bang, and three white men rushed out like wind, looking into the distance of the alleys on both sides. According to their ideas, Zhang Qifan and the other two must have run away from afar, and there is no need to look at the nearby places.

So when he saw Zhang Qifan and the other two who were right next to the door, the three white men were stunned for a moment.

After stopping, the three white men looked at each other, unable to understand Zhang Qifan's plan. Instead of running far away, they stood by the door and did not take the opportunity to attack them. Could it be that they were silly?

Before the three white men could come up with one, Zhang Qifan suddenly moved, kicked his feet, shot out like a shell, and crashed into the arms of the white man on the far right.

The white man who was hit by the hit seemed to have made the air in his lungs spurted out instantly. His whole body flew backwards for more than ten meters and directly hit the garbage can in the alley. With a loud bang, he smashed the iron garbage can into a big hole.

The white man didn't even scream, and he tilted his head, foamed at the mouth, and was dizzy.

Just when Zhang Qifan ran away the first one, his hands came out, grabbed the wrist of the second white man, turned around, dragged the second white man up and threw it out.

Bang, the second white man was immediately thrown onto the wall, and attached it to the wall in a large shape, and then slowly slipped to the ground. The hand that was grabbed by Zhang Qifan, Dora, with a strange arm, was obviously dislocated.

Within a moment, he couldn't even scream, and the two white men fainted, leaving only the youngest one, stunned and at a loss, looking at Zhang Qifan with horror. His expression seemed to be about digging a rabbit hole, but a monster emerged from it.

Bathil was also shocked by Zhang Qifan's violent bruteness and shivered. It turned out that the beaten thing he was beaten at that time was Zhang Qifan who made fun of him?

The young white man was shocked, but Zhang Qifan did not stop. He turned around and slashed the other person's neck with one hand, knocking him out. This young white man was the mildly modified person with both hands, but his strength was far inferior to Wu Peng. He could bully ordinary people with a robotic arm, but he didn't even have a chance to take action when facing Zhang Qifan.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, and it was so straightforward that Bathil didn't react. He was still holding his breath and when he was preparing for something that could not be done, he would pester the other party and let Zhang Qifan leave first. Unexpectedly, the battle ended before he could blink. The other party didn't even have time to use his weapons, which made the reminder at the beginning meaningless.

If you can't vent your emotions, it feels like you're taking the toilet halfway through peeing, and you're holding it all back.

"What are you waiting for?" Bathir looked dumb and Zhang Qifan was a little impatient: "The car drove to the entrance of the alley and took them away."

The two waitresses in the cafe were already careful and looked into the back door. After seeing Zhang Qifan knocking down the three white men, they were both shocked and frightened, and hesitant and did not dare to come over.

Zhang Qifan hooked his feet and closed the back door directly to isolate this kind of look.

...

Luca was awakened by a basin of ice water. The ice water was biting cold and bone-blooded, as if it had just been taken out of the refrigerator. It was the kind of anticoagulant that would not freeze even if it was added to minus ten degrees Celsius. Luca often used this ice water to abuse those who were in his hands, but he didn't expect that one day he would taste this kind of taste.

The biting ice cold directly woke him up from his dizziness, shivering with a shiver, and no dizziness was gone. He opened his eyes and saw Zhang Qifan standing in front of him, and Bathir who was holding a basin and still in a splashing position. It was obvious that the ice water on him was poured by Bathir.

After a moment of understanding what was going on, Luka's blood was pouring directly into his forehead, causing his face to turn red, and an angry divine light appeared in his eyes.

But his anger did not dare to look at Zhang Qifan. Maybe he still remembered that Zhang Qifan let him down with one move before he was stunned, but shouted at Bathir: "Batir, do you know what you are doing? Do you dare to treat me like this? Do you dare to treat Lord Trustet like this, you will die if you know..."

Before he could speak, a dark shadow flashed in front of Luka's face, and he was slapped hard on his face. He slapped all the words behind him back, and a clear palm print appeared on his white face.

Zhang Qifan's hand was very strong, and the slap was slapping hard and loud, making the stars pop up in front of Luka, and his heart sank. He had already brought out Trustein's name, but the other party took action without hesitation, obviously not taking Trustein seriously.

No matter why the other party arrested him, the name Trustein was not enough to protect him. Realizing this and when he raised his head, Luca's face was no longer as fierce as it was, and instead he looked panicked.

Looking at Luca's expression, Bathir couldn't tell what it felt. A little gangster like him who was hiding in the airport and a thug like Luca who was backing a large force were two different levels of existence. In the past, he could only look up at each other, but never thought that the other party was afraid.

All of this was because of the man in front of him. Bathir turned his head and looked at Zhang Qifan. The slightly thin figure seemed extremely tall in Bathir's eyes.

If Bathil had only regarded Zhang Qifan as a powerful fighter in the past, he would have to label him "unfathomable background" because their location is now a military warehouse.
Chapter completed!