Metropolis: I use Chinese martial arts to sweep the world

Qiancang Wharf, an amphibious wharf near the sea in Donghai City, is famous for its proximity to Qiancang Mountain, a famous sea mountain in Donghai City.

The warehouse of the Lin family is located here.

Chu Fan arrived nearby on his flying donkey slowly, facing the endless sea, feeling lost.

For him, the matter of Zhang Zhang's glasses was a matter of sorrow and anger, but the last mention of Shan Shengtian made him a little more defensive.

In the current chaos, especially for the disputes among the top officials of Yan Kingdom, Chu Fan didn't understand at all.

I have always maintained a neutral position because of the checks and balances of the major families. There will be no major problems for the time being, but once the balance is broken, it will be very difficult for me to be alone.

"My strength is still not enough!" Chu Fan sighed, and took out his mobile phone, "It's time to increase our strength."

Opened the starved to death software, and ordered a donkey meat fire.

Remarks: Add more donkey meat, add more donkey meat, add more donkey meat.

"God of War, why are you here?" A crisp voice made Chu Fan raise his head.

"You're Bean Sprouts?" Chu Fan was stunned for a long time before he realized that this was the guy who was broadcasting live at the Old Tuozi's villa that day.

"That's right, God of War has a better memory than humans, yet he still remembers me." Bean Sprout cheered, making Chu Fan's head full of black lines.

Listen, this is human speech.

God of War is not human.

Resisting the urge to snatch the live broadcast equipment and throw it into the sea, Chu Fan lovingly rubbed Bean Sprout's hair, "Brother will take you to a fun place to live broadcast later."

"Okay, okay." Bean Sprout was excited for a while, the explosion in his live broadcast last time was all because of Chu Fan's big fight, which made him earn a lot of money.

From then on, he firmly believed that if he followed the God of War, he would have everything he wanted.

"Hello, this is the meal you ordered. I wish you a pleasant meal." Just as Chu Fan was still rubbing the bean sprouts hair, a small yellow car arrived as scheduled.

"Well, wait a minute." Chu Fan took the donkey meat and stopped the delivery boy.

He took out five hundred dragon coins from his pocket and stuffed them into the hands of the delivery boy, took a bite of donkey meat and said vaguely, "Take off your clothes."

The boy who delivered the meal was like a thunderbolt, shocked and shocked, looking at the handsome young man in front of him and the young man in the shape of Shamat behind him, he trembled, "Brother...Brother, we don't have this service either."

Snapped!
"I want to eat fart!" Chu Fan was furious.

I can't speak today.

"I buy clothes, clothes, your clothes, understand?"

The boy who delivered the food was covering the back of his head being photographed, with a resentful expression on his face, selling clothes, we don't have this kind of service.

Seeing Chu Fan's eyes that were about to kill someone, he shivered violently.

The delivery boy quickly took off his work clothes, picked up 500 dragon coins, and flew away.

Bean Sprout stood there with a dazed expression.

We don't dare to laugh, and we don't dare to ask, is God of War so handsome now?

Chu Fan strolled back, the donkey meat had been completely eaten, and he looked at the reply note from the takeaway shop in his hand.

"Yeah, the meat is still a bit short, but I'm kind, so I can give it a bad review."

With that said, he picked up his overalls and put them on.

Curiously, Bean Sprout stepped forward to pick up the note, on which was written: "Add, add, I will add a donkey to you during the fire."

Bean Sprouts suddenly became messy. Is this... really the unparalleled God of War in white?

"Let's go, I will lead the charge!" Chu Fan changed into his takeaway overalls and walked towards the Lin's warehouse first.

Bean Sprouts hastily turned on the live broadcast equipment and followed enthusiastically.

The Lin family has a wide range of businesses and a large warehouse, occupying three warehouses at the Qiancang Wharf.

Chu Fan strolled around and found that the entire warehouse was cleaned very well, except for some food packaging near the middle of the warehouse.

With a sneer, Chu Fan turned around and walked towards the warehouse near the inside without any hesitation.

Bean Sprouts hung far away. He knew Chu Fan's demolition skills, but at the same time he also understood the popularity and benefits that Chu Fan could bring him.

That's why he risked his life and followed the live broadcast from afar.

I looked down at the mobile live broadcast room, and sure enough, the barrage had already started to take off.

"Damn it, you are 6, the anchor, and you're messing with the God of War in white again."

"Which way is this wave going?"

"Yun Xiang's clothes are Hua Xiangrong, you are really good at this wave of anchors."

clang clang clang.

Chu Fan knocked on the warehouse door three times.

Quiet, very quiet, no sound came out.

no one?

How could it be possible, Chu Fan smiled secretly, he was pretty good at pretending, don't forget that he used to make movies.

We are serious about acting.

clang clang clang.

clang clang clang.

……

Chu Fan squinted his eyes patiently and knocked slowly, until the rhythm came out.

"What, are you live broadcasting the hard iron gate today?"

"Could it be a documentary, a day of the god of war in white?"

"You are all younger brothers, so you can't even tell that the master is practicing the supernatural powers of snapping fingers."

The killers in the warehouse are about to collapse, what the hell, do you want to go, don't knock if you don't go, it makes you have a rhythm.

Lying in the cracks of the upper floors and looking out, a starved work uniform came into view.

The killer was stunned for a moment. Could it be that he had delivered the wrong takeaway, then he relaxed his vigilance and went down the upper floors with only a revolver in his hand.

Squeak.

The door opened.

Chu Fan's squinted eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran forward in two or three steps, "Brother, I starved to death of the staff, we are doing a questionnaire survey, can you help me fill it out?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed the killer's arm.

No, the killer suddenly reflected, how could he know that he was in the warehouse, and kept knocking, there is a problem.

Thinking of this, the killer subconsciously raised his right hand revolver and was about to shoot.

Ok?
The killer hooked his fingers, anticipating that the annoying kid's annoying smile in front of him didn't burst into bloom, but the touch of his fingers touching the air made him shiver.

"Are you looking for this?" Chu Fan played with the revolver in his hand seriously, the ring of the gun was spinning rapidly on his fingers, and the muzzle kept pointing in all directions.

Stealing jade and stealing gold starts.

It's very comfortable.

"You, you..." The killer was stunned for a while, and then fear.

With such a short distance, he was able to take the pistol from his hand unconsciously. He was definitely no match for this skill, and he knew that the gun was safe.

Is it really good to go around like this? The muzzle pointing is random.

"Let's leave it to you, let's play a game." Chu Fan smiled slightly, bared his white teeth, and the revolver spun faster on his fingers, making the killer dizzy.

"As for me, I won't bully you, let's play roulette." Chu Fan unloaded five bullets while talking, leaving only one round in the gun.

Squeaky, the turntable spins.

"One person, one shot, they are immortal. You have to answer the other party's question, okay?" With a click, the gun was closed, and Chu Fan handed the gun over without hesitation, "You come first?"

The killer looked down at the revolver handed over, and then looked up at Chu Fan, who had a calm expression on his face. Countless grass and mud horses ran past in his heart.

Why does God come first?

How can a god answer questions even if he is not dead?
How can I lose myself if I play like this?

Seeing that the killer didn't move, Chu Fan moved forward again, with a dangerous light in his eyes.

The killer wants to cry but has no tears, if he can't beat it, then come on, try your luck, it's not sure who will die.

He took the gun, closed his eyes, and fired a shot with a "click" on his head.

No sound, the killer hurriedly handed the gun to Chu Fan excitedly.

"Very good, then I asked, who sent you to Donghai?" Chu Fan took the gun without hesitation and shot himself in the head at the same time.

No sound again.

"Chen Baixiang, the young master of the Chen family." The killer was shocked by Chu Fan's indifference, and at the same time hated why the gun didn't go off.

Trembling, he took the pistol, "Who are you?"

"I don't know!" Chu Fan spread his hands.

Nima.

Straightforward.

easy to understand.

The killer is crying, can you answer like this?
He wanted to raise his gun to kill the kid in front of him, but he was afraid that he would never have the chance to shoot.

I had no choice but to raise my hand tremblingly, closed my eyes, and fired another shot at myself.

"It didn't ring, and it didn't ring." The killer lamented his good luck.

"Second question, why did you kidnap Xia Mo?" Chu Fan took the revolver and shot himself while talking.

Is this life sent by charging phone charges?
So casual?

Chu Fan's indifference and silent gun made the killer go crazy.

"I really don't know about this. Young Master Chen just asked me to tie up Xia Mo and send him directly to Kyoto without saying the reason."

Chu Fan lowered his head and thought for a while, pouted his lips, and handed over the revolver again.

The killer was really shocked. He had shot four times, and if he fired again, the probability of being shot was [-]/[-].

Taking the pistol with trembling hands, the killer became ruthless, backed up suddenly, turned the gun and pointed it at Chu Fan, "I'm going to die anyway, I have to fight."

"If you want to blame, I blame you for being too careless. I don't believe you can take the gun away from me at such a long distance." With a grinning smile, he raised his arm and aimed at Chu Fan. The killer suddenly felt a burst of relief, "No matter how powerful the master is, So what, it fell into my hands."

"God of War!" Bean Sprout exclaimed for a while. He had been afraid to make a sound during the duel between Chu Fan and the killer just now, for fear that Chu Fan would be distracted.

Seeing the killer's sudden counterattack, Bean Sprout couldn't help but exclaimed.

This is a gun, no matter how powerful the god of war is, he can't escape the gunshots in such a short distance.

click!
click!
After two idling sounds, the killer suddenly broke out in cold sweat down his temples.

No bullets, how can there be no bullets?
Looking at the playful Chu Fan again, the killer's heart is full of despair. What kind of fairy is this, playing with the magic of love with him in circles.

Weakly fell to the ground, the revolver fell out, and the gun tray fell off.

The killer opened his eyes wide in horror, and followed his line of sight to see that there was an unfired bullet in the gun tray.