Time and Space Trading Drift Bottle

Chapter 73
Although Fan Chengfeng is not a super expert, at least he cannot fall twice in the same place.

In the past few days, when he showed up in the county town, there would always be one or two familiar people behind him.

Sneaky, one can tell at a glance that he is not a good person.

However, at that time Fan Chengfeng was going to a crowded place, and it was not easy for these people to attack.

The last time Tan Zhao lost face in front of so many people in Shengshi ktv, now it seems that he has lost his composure.

"Do not have time,"

Fan Chengfeng replied without any hesitation.

Tan Zhao on the other end of the phone suddenly panicked, and hurriedly said, "Brother Feng, I was ignorant before, and I apologize. After all, you are all classmates, so don't you even want to give me a chance to reform myself?"

Hearing this, Fan Chengfeng was even more sure that Tan Zhao had a ghost, otherwise, how could there be any reason to slap the left cheek and turn the right cheek?
"Apologize? Do you want to serve tea or accompany wine?"

There was a playful smile on Fan Chengfeng's mouth.

"Whether it's serving tea or accompanying wine, as long as you say a word, Brother Feng, how about I accompany you?"

Tan Zhao only wanted to ask Fan Chengfeng out as soon as possible, so naturally he agreed with all his mouth.

"Okay, tell me a place, and I'll come over."

Tan Zhao thought that Fan Chengfeng was touched by his words, and immediately said excitedly: "The Zhangji Donkey Meat Villa in the north of the city, I will wait for Brother Feng to drive there."

Fan Chengfeng nodded and hung up the phone.

He lit a cigarette, touched the steering wheel, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhang Ji Donkey Meat Villa is located in the outskirts of the city. Usually, Fan Chengfeng would drive by when he went to the provincial capital to go to school. He found that the business there was not very good, and he didn't know why.

It still occupies a large area. In a typical farmhouse manor, it is not difficult for a few people to find a secluded place.

"Very calculating,"

"It's a pity you miscalculated the person,"

Fan Chengfeng muttered to himself, found a parking space on the side of the road and parked the car, reached out and stopped a taxi by the side of the road, and went straight to Zhangji Donkey Meat Villa in the north of the city.

Since there is going to be a fight, it must not be driven.

The newly bought car, if any crazy thing scratches it a few times, it will not be worth the loss.

On the way, Tan Zhao called again, looking very impatient.

Fan Chengfeng chuckled, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense.

Since you don't miss your old love, don't blame me for being rude.

Thirteen minutes later, the taxi turned around about 13 meters in front of Zhangji Donkey Meat Villa.

Fan Chengfeng touched the small flame in his hand and turned on the recording function.

Only then did he put his hands in his pockets and strolled into the villa.

Tan Zhao has been looking forward, seeing Fan Chengfeng appearing at the gate of the villa, he immediately greeted him.

"Brother Feng,"

Tan Zhao extended his hand enthusiastically, but it was a pity that Fan Chengfeng was expressionless the whole time.

Tan Zhao didn't feel embarrassed, so he withdrew his hand naturally, "The wine has been set, let's go in and have a drink or two together."

"No, I prefer tea."

Fan Chengfeng said flatly.

In the restaurant of the main building of the villa, there were seven dubious people sitting there, bragging and farting while drinking, without any formality at all.

Needless to say, Tan Zhao called the thugs.

The muscles at the corners of his mouth visibly twitched. Tan Zhao couldn't keep the smile on his face anymore. He stretched out his hand and didn't hit the smiling face. This sentence would never work on Fan Chengfeng.

However, Tan Zhao could only bear it when he thought that the person he called was still sitting and fighting in the restaurant, and that he might not be able to beat Fan Chengfeng by himself.

"Okay, you can also drink tea, Brother Feng can do whatever he wants."

In the beginning, Tan Zhao was only encouraged to ride a tiger, so he had no choice but to attack Fan Chengfeng.

So now, Tan Zhao really wanted to mess with Fan Chengfeng.

This man really deserves a beating.

Fan Chengfeng nodded lightly, and went straight to the restaurant of the main building.

Tan Zhao followed closely, no matter what the process was, as long as he went to the restaurant of the main building, the result would be the best.

Except for the seven thugs that Tan Zhao called, there was no one else there. The time is wrong now, after eight o'clock in the morning, who is free to drive to the outskirts of the city to have breakfast?
Therefore, Tan Zhao is almost booking the venue.

After entering the restaurant, Fan Chengfeng stood at the door, and Tan Zhao pointed forward, "Brother Feng, why don't you leave?"

"You are really sincere in pouring tea and apologizing,"

Fan Chengfeng smiled sarcastically.

Tan Zhao pushed it forward violently, and those who were still fighting just stood up and looked at Fan Chengfeng.

"Fan Chengfeng, do you really think of yourself as someone when I call you Brother Feng?"

Tan Zhao casually picked up a standing stool next to him and threw it at Fan Chengfeng. However, his actions were already expected by Fan Chengfeng, and Tan Zhao's attack fell through in an instant when he dodged to the side.

However, Tan Zhao's action was equivalent to a signal, and the people he brought rushed forward with a loud shout.

The scene was chaotic and out of control for a while.

There is no long-winded foreplay, and hard dishes are served when they meet.

Fan Chengfeng grabbed the round dining table beside him and lifted it vigorously, immediately blocking the way of these people.

But this can be suspended for a while, until someone swings the table away, and he is exposed to everyone's sight again.

However, there was an extra iron rod in Fan Chengfeng's hand.

Where did it come from?

Tan Zhao wanted to ask a question, but Fan Chengfeng didn't give him any time to think about it.

The Qinggong route was running, and Fan Chengfeng moved forward, drawing the distance between himself and Tan Zhao closer like a ghost, and smashed the iron rod on Tan Zhao's thigh forcefully.

Bang!
Tan Zhao screamed.

Seeing that this guy was still standing there firmly, Fan Chengfeng readily gave him another kick.

Tan Zhao is not such a strong person, so he was taken care of by Fan Chengfeng, so he fell to the ground with a sense of face.

The rest of the people were stunned!
Fan Chengfeng stepped on Tan Zhao's chest and looked around, "Today is just a personal grievance between me and him. If anyone's skin is itchy, you can come up and try."

He slammed his palm on the table next to him, and with a click, the table split in two.

The visual impact made this group of people dare not act rashly.

Fan Chengfeng put the iron rod on Tan Zhao's face, and the latter stepped on it after a little struggle.

Tan Zhao had a pained expression on his face, but Fan Chengfeng remained expressionless.

"I know, you hate me for embarrassing you in front of others."

"But do you know that if you don't have the strength to save face, not only will you not get it back, but you will lose the lining as well."

The iron rod was raised high, and it fell towards the injured foot.

Bang!
Click!

The screams echoed in the restaurant, making people shudder.

Fan Chengfeng stepped over Tan Zhao directly, "All of this is your own fault."

(End of this chapter)