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Jiang Fan knew that Wuzhiqi was worried about him just now, but is the matter really so serious?

Regarding the current situation, Jiang Fan is actually quite helpless. He just had some conflicts with Xue Zhiming, and he has risen to the competition in the enterprise. Now it is time to threaten his life.

"Okay, don't be too nervous in the future. There are many strange things in this society. You should ask more, read more and learn more."

When Jiang Fan was walking on the road and teaching Wuzhiqi, he felt a gust of wind whistling in his ears, Jiang Fan subconsciously took a step back, just in time to see a flash of cold light.

"My Nima!"

Jiang Fan subconsciously blurted out, and then stared at a man in front of him. He was wearing ragged clothes, and he looked like he was staying on the side of the road pretending to be a beggar, waiting for him to pass by.

"You guys really took great pains to kill me!"

After saying something helplessly, Jiang Fan snorted coldly, and the person in front of him held the knife in his hand and continued to rush towards Jiang Fan's direction. Wu Zhiqi stood aside, but he was motionless at this moment.

Jiang Fan glanced at Wuzhiqi, but didn't say anything. After all, there was only one person in front of him, and he could still deal with it.

Jiang Fan and this man were back and forth on this remote road, and the gleaming knife in his hand cut Jiang Fan's clothes from time to time.

After fighting for a while, Jiang Fan felt something was wrong. If this was an ordinary person, Jiang Fan would not be in such a mess!

At this time, Jiang Fan would think of the conversation between Li Zhenhua and Liu Dong just now, what kind of martial artist and what kind of cultivator, making a martial arts film?
After thinking of this, Jiang Fan's heart burst into anger, and the spiritual power in his body also increased exponentially with the change of Jiang Fan's breath.

Almost in a few breaths, Jiang Fan's complexion began to become pink and tender, and then became crystal clear, like a freshly peeled egg.

"Yo, it's really not an ordinary person."

The beggar-looking man, after seeing Jiang Fan's changes, had a smile on his face, as if he was looking at another dish that was incomparably delicious, and then he rushed forward again.

Jiang Fan took out the stick from his backpack in an instant, and held it horizontally in his hand, looking like a Monkey King who was making trouble in the heavenly palace, and his aura changed a lot.

Seeing Jiang Fan's change, the man wanted to stop, but he was less than three meters away from Jiang Fan. If he stopped now, if Jiang Fan charged forward, he would be the only one to suffer.

So he wanted to gamble now, and Jiang Fan gave him enough opportunities, until his sword was less than ten centimeters away from Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan's body remained motionless.

But in the next second, Jiang Fan's whole body seemed to disappear out of thin air. The man's forward body flew into the air. When the man was looking for Jiang Fan in surprise, a long root directly slapped him on the back. .

The man with the appearance of a beggar fell directly on the ground. The huge impact made him feel as if his internal organs had been displaced, and he coughed non-stop.

Jiang Fan didn't kill them all, he just stood on one side and put the stick at his feet, while Wu Zhiqi on the other side stared at the two of them as if watching a play.

"Xiaofan, move your feet a little bit, follow up faster, turn around and throw the stick out!"

After the man on the ground got up again, Wu Zhiqi started to make tricks to Jiang Fan non-stop. Jiang Fan subconsciously followed what he said, but felt that it was really effective.

The knife in the man's hand never touched his body again, and the Xingxin stick in his hand was given to the man from time to time.

"Xiaofan, your phone is ringing, do you want to answer it?"

Just now Jiang Fan had handed over the phone to Wu Zhiqi, and now seeing the phone vibrating in his hand, Wu Zhiqi had a look of fear on his face.

"Go away!"

Jiang Fan, who was fighting with the man, suddenly turned around and then kicked the man a few meters away. Jiang Fan then came to Wu Zhiqi's side and took his own phone call.

The call was from Yi Anhai, and there were already seven or eight missed calls. They patronized the two people who answered the phone, but no one noticed that that person had already sneaked away.

Yi Anhai, who was on the other side of the phone, asked Jiang Fan to go home quickly, but he didn't explain what was going on, and then hung up the phone directly.

Jiang Fan turned around and found that the person had run away. Although he felt a little unwilling, but in broad daylight, Jiang Fan had nothing to do.

He took Wu Zhiqi and returned home. Just as he stepped into the house, he saw a dozen people in police uniforms appearing in the hall of the villa.

"You are?"

Jiang Fan looked at the person in front of him and asked.

"Hello, we are from Shencheng Heping District Police Station. We have a case that requires your cooperation."

After hearing the words of the policeman in front of him, Jiang Fan didn't know why, the first thing he thought of was Xue's family!

Afterwards, both parties sat on the sofa, and the other police officers filmed and recorded it. Seeing this situation, Jiang Fan knew that this matter might not be so simple.

"The chairman of the Xue Group jumped to his death a few hours ago. What do you think of this?"

Jiang Fan was a little surprised by the first question the police asked, what do you mean by what do you think?He didn't push it down by himself!What can I think!
"Officer, first of all, I don't know the chairman of the Xue Group. I just had some quarrels with Xue Zhiming, but do you think I will do such a bad thing?"

Jiang Fan was very calm. He told the truth anyway, and he didn't have any worries when he said it. The policeman with an obviously ugly face took a deep look at Jiang Fan, but didn't say anything.

"I hope you can understand that it is Secretary Li's intention to do all this at home today, so please cooperate with us in our work. Now let's talk about the things between you and Xue Zhiming."

Jiang Fan shrugged his shoulders after hearing what the police said, and then told the reason for the quarrel between himself and Xue Zhiming. After listening to the police, the police were stunned for a few seconds.

"That is to say, in fact, there is no deep hatred between you?"

The policeman in front of him asked in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief, Jiang Fan shrugged his shoulders, indicating that what he said was right.

"Actually, although I'm not as rich as the Xue family, and the business is not as big as the Xue family, but I'm just in my early twenties today, and I think I will become a qualified entrepreneur in the future."

Jiang Fan had completely mastered the rhythm of the conversation at this time, and now it was more like an interview with Jiang Fan.