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  That night, the business of "Lao Chi Ke" was so good that all the food bosses on the whole street were jealous. If it weren't for the fact that all the ingredients purchased by the store were used up completely, it would be really hard to say when they could close the door. Fang Lin walked out of the door with a smile, holding the red envelopes distributed due to the good business, while being scolded by the boss's wife, and walked briskly on the street, feeling extremely comfortable and relaxed, and his original depression was swept away.

  It started raining gradually in the sky.

  The rain is very fine, but very dense.

  It was probably because he had two cups of "Gandou wine" during dinner that Fang Lin felt his heart gradually getting excited, with an indescribable heat and restlessness. He took off his outerwear, revealing a well-defined upper body as he walked briskly in the rain, the icy rainwater stimulating his fiery skin, and his entire body was shrouded in a faint mist, it was truly an indescribable thrill.

  When he returned to the student dormitory, of course, it was already closed. Fang Lin's swift and agile jump caught hold of the second floor railing, just as he was about to exert force to climb up, the gatekeeper suddenly shone a flashlight over, shouting angrily:

  "Ah! Where can you escape by jumping over the wall?"

  Fang Lin was startled and his hands went limp, almost dropping it, but he still had to let go and jump down, rubbing his nose and laughing bitterly:

  "I'm not disturbing your sleep, am I?"

  The old doorman lit a "Zhonghua" cigarette and walked over, puffing out smoke. Fang Lin's heart skipped a beat - this old man usually smoked the cheapest brand, Tianxia Xiushou, which cost 35 cents a pack; why was he suddenly smoking Zhonghua? The old man picked up his pen and said sternly:

  "How many floors and dormitories are there? Which department is it in? What's its name?"

  Fang Lin truthfully told everything, but unexpectedly the old man at the door looked him up and down a few times, threw away his notebook, and handed him a business card:

  "Some people came looking for you in the afternoon and didn't leave until the lights were turned off at night, it seems like there's something urgent, as soon as I got back I received a call from upstairs."

  Fang Lin suddenly realized, it turned out that this old guy had benefited from the "Chinese" and was now looking at him with different eyes. He casually took over the business card and looked at it, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he said:

  "How could it be her?"

  The card is very exquisite, with a gold-embossed rose vine pattern around the edges, and the name on it reads:

  Ten thousandths.

  As soon as he saw the name, Fang Lin couldn't help but think of that fragrant and fair-skinned body, accompanied by sobbing and moaning. There was also a fiery eruption, an unbridled release. His Adam's apple twitched, and the rainwater on his body seemed to have turned scalding hot. He flung his jacket over his shoulder and headed towards the public phone booth at the school entrance.

  "Beep...... Beep...... Beep." Fang Lin tilted his head and pinched the receiver, waiting with a cold expression.

  After a good thirty seconds or so, panicked gasps and terrified murmurs finally came from the other end of the phone.

  "Hey! Hey!"

  The voice on the other end of the phone was shrill and panicked, completely devoid of its usual elegant charm. The tone and pitch were eerily similar to those of a drowning person about to go under.

  Fang Lin's mouth corners revealed a hint of sly and charming smile:

  "Good."

  Wan Min screamed on the other end of the phone:

  "Please go find Director Hu! Tell him that No. 53 Riverside Road has been attacked by Du Ge, and someone's life is in danger! I'll agree to any conditions!"

  Fang Lin smiled and said:

  "It seems like I should have called 110 instead."

  "Tonight's shift is theirs! They've already been bought out!" Another loud crash came from Wan Min's side, as if the door had been smashed open.

  "Remember." Fang Lin said with a strange smile: "I agree to any condition. I'm saying this personally!"

  Then, "click" hung up the phone.

  The telephone booth was shaken several times due to his hanging movement and completely scattered into a pile of waste!

  In the dead of night, on the long street's tree-lined path, a faint human figure was sprinting at high speed! Fang Lin ran in the dense rain, feeling incredibly exhilarated, as if the inexplicable heat all over his body had been unleashed, and he ran faster and faster. The rainwater splashed onto his bare skin, creating wisps of mist that rose into the air!

  That faint mist lingered behind him for a long time, and finally, it even gave off a layer of wild purple energy! In the end, it slowly dispersed in the wind.

  Unfortunately, Fang Lin was so caught up in the thrill of running that he didn't turn around to see this strange scene.

  Even if he ran several times faster than ordinary people, when he arrived at the bar on Riverside Road 53, he found that the defense inside had obviously been breached. Someone was splashing gasoline everywhere, and a man in a hoodie was pulling Wang Min's hair, dragging her out and shoving her into the car. Her snow-white thighs were exposed under her torn cheongsam, making them particularly eye-catching.

  Fang Lin flung his upper garment to the ground, dabbed some muddy water on his face, and then rushed forward with a loud shout!

  Like a leopard bursting through rainwater, its muscles full of powerful beauty.

  A distance of dozens of meters flashed by in an instant.

  He kicked out with one knee and landed squarely on the chest of the nearest stunned guy. This blow caused his chest to deeply concave, fresh blood spewing from his mouth, and a half-drawn handgun flew out of his pocket.

  Fang Lin did a flip in mid-air, and before the pistol had even hit the ground, he firmly grasped it. His level 9 basic marksmanship immediately allowed him to thoroughly master the gun's capabilities. He stood up straight, raised his gun, and strode forward with large steps, the muzzle flashing with fire. The last shred of rationality in Fang Lin's mind made sure that those who were hit would be injured but not dead, and absolutely would not pose even a hint of threat again!

  After firing the eight bullets of this fake "Wu Si" pistol, Fang Lin rolled over from the ground and stood up. He casually threw the pistol behind him and walked to the stunned Wan Min, who was trembling on the ground. He tilted his head and looked at this woman, who was disheveled but still beautiful, and coldly smiled:

  "This small matter doesn't require Old Hu to show up."

  Wan Min brushed away the wet hair in front of her forehead, gazing at the robust and half-naked man before her with a puzzled expression, saying:

  “…….……”

  Fang Lin pulled her up with one hand and roughly walked inside, saying lightly:

  "I ask, answer."

  Wan Min Nai was a woman of great caution, proceeding with trepidation, opening her mouth to speak, then immediately holding back.

  Fang Lin looked at her and said:

  "Where is Du Ge who smashed the store?"

  Wan Min's face suddenly revealed a look of horror, pointing at the group of people coming down from the main gate staircase. But before she could speak, Fang Lin had already stepped on the stool beside her and directly kicked it into the air, then shot one foot out!

  With a "crack", the chair burst into pieces in mid-air and struck someone head-on. The person immediately fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

  Fang Lin had already shot out and stuck to the ground, punching the bodyguard who was drawing his gun into the air, and then kicking off with one foot, sweeping the other two men into a rolling gourd shape, hugging their legs and screaming in pain, it seemed that a fracture of the fibula was inevitable.

  At the same time, Fang Lin's chest was suddenly kicked with a foot, and then a large fist hit his face, sending Fang Lin flying like a sandbag! The person who made the move was a sturdy man in his 40s, with a blood-red scar on his face that looked quite eye-catching.

  "This is a master!" The sudden pain made Fang Lin feel a kind of masochistic pleasure, he licked the fresh blood on his lips with his tongue and pounced again!

  The scar-faced man sneered, took a step forward, swung his fist with force, and once again sent Fang Lin tumbling to the ground! But the smile on his face immediately froze! The direction in which Fang Lin tumbled was none other than that of the bodyguard who had been knocked down by the chair. Fang Lin had somehow managed to grab the bodyguard's pistol, and with a backward roll, he knelt on one knee, coldly taking aim at him!

  The scar-faced man let out a loud roar and charged forward instead of retreating!

  Can you outrun bullets?

  Struggle is the way out!

  Fang Lin's cold pupils surprisingly showed a hint of purple, without any trace of panic, his eyes only had the head of the scarred man!

  Gunshot!

  Missed! The gun fires again!

  Ignored!

  But after the third gunshot, Scarface's movements suddenly lost their accuracy! He had already rushed to Fang Lin's front, his massive body suddenly tilted, blindly colliding with the sofa in the bar next to him! A blood hole appeared right between his eyebrows!

  Fang Lin's mouth corners slightly rose, and he fired four shots in a row, breaking the limbs of the last person standing with an incredulous expression. Then, he coldly smiled and tossed the gun to Wan Min beside him.

  Wan Min trembled slightly, grasping the warm gun handle as if it were a lifeline. A fierce glint suddenly appeared on her beautiful face, and her high heels clicked out a clear sound on the shattered glass on the ground. Then, she aimed at Du Ge, who was groaning in pain, and pulled the trigger.

  Fang Lin's gaze swept across the bar like a violent storm, finally settling on Wan Min's full chest. He then directly reached out and grabbed it. Wan Min didn't resist, instead wrapping her arms around him, her plump body twisting like a snake. Seeing that Fang Lin's cheek had been scratched and was bleeding, she leaned in to gently lick his wound with her tongue, letting out a soft hum from her throat that sounded like a seductive purr of a Persian cat.

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