V2.Chapter 73 (1/2)

Just as Liu pangzi grasped Du Shun's wrist and was ready to pull him to his side, a thick voice came from the crowd: ”stop it!”

The voice came from the crowd, and soon the onlookers gave way to a passage. A middle-aged man with eyes and spirits, about 50 years old, was pushed in a wheelchair and came to Wang Fan and Liu pangzi.

Lying on the ground, Tyrone looked up at the man in the wheelchair and said awkwardly, ”Uncle Hai, how did you come out?”

”Uncle Hai!” Du Shun, who was caught by Liu pangzi's wrist, took advantage of Liu pangzi's amazing Kung Fu and quickly took back his hand. He hurriedly went to meet uncle Hai.

Uncle Hai, who frowned and looked majestic, took a look at Du Shun, who came to him, and at talon, who was lying on the ground. His face sank and he turned to Wang Fan and said, ”Wang Fan, do you still remember your identity?”

Knowing that the middle-aged man in front of him was Uncle Hai, the big man of the four seas gang, and fat Liu didn't dare to make any more mischief, he quickly stood up from Tailong and stood up behind Wang Fan.

And Wang Fan also put away the ruffian phase before, standing there in order, head down, like a pupil who did something wrong, dare not and uncle Hai sharp eyes.

Tyrone, who was pressed by Liu pangzi, finally had a chance to breathe. He quickly stood up and moved his limbs. He scolded and said, ”come on! Let's go on

Liu pangzi, hiding behind Wang Fan, heard that Tailong was still scolding. Although there was a big man like Uncle Hai on the scene, his face still showed a look of disdain.

”Tyrone, aren't you ashamed?” Uncle Hai's voice was cold.

After being wronged and losing face in front of the crowd, Tyrone turns and looks at Uncle Hai. Just as he wants to tell his grievances, he sees Du Shun standing next to Uncle Hai, winking at him.

”If there's anything, let's go to the private room.” Uncle Hai's eyes scan the crowd, and then he let his hands behind him push him and return to the previous private room.

Wang Fan and the four of them followed Uncle Hai and came to the private room that uncle Hai had reserved. However, because of the previous events, the four of them had no verbal communication, and even the position they stood after entering the door naturally drew a clear line.

Uncle Hai, who was sitting in the main seat, took a look at Wang Fan and the four of them. He said with a gloomy face, ”sit down!”

At this time, Du Shun had no arrogance and affectation. Hearing uncle Hai's words of letting everyone sit down, he quickly pulled talon, who was still there staring at Liu pangzi, and sat on the seat in front of him.

Wang Fan, of course, is not a fool. Seeing that Du Shun, who is usually arrogant, looks like a good baby in front of Uncle Hai, he naturally won't risk his life. So as soon as Du shungang sat down in the chair, Wang Fan took Liu pangzi and sat down.

Looking at Wang Fan, the four of them sat down. Uncle Hai's face relaxed a little. He stretched out his thick palm and looked at his hands standing behind him.

The man pushing the wheelchair was a man in his thirties. Seeing uncle Hai's gesture, he immediately understood everything.

He picked up the cigar box from the table, twisted it with cigar tongs, and put the cigar in Uncle Hai's hand steadily.

The big fat hand put the cigar to his mouth. Without waiting for uncle hai to give a sign, the man pushing the wheelchair took out the lighter and lit the cigar for him.