After listening to the old man's words, Lin Fan hesitated no longer, waved his hand, and Yang Ming and Yang Feng followed him, heading up to the second floor of the inn!
As a well-known figure, Kote's protection asures were naturally quite robust. For safety, he had almost booked the entire second floor. As Lin Fan and his companions reached the second floor, they saw two burly n standing in front of a room!
The n were tall and bulky, looking extrely solid. In this lawless place, they openly carried machine guns on their backs, with fierce expressions on their faces, making sure no one missed the fact that they were terrorists!
Upon seeing Lin Fan and the others, one of the n with a tuft of yellow hair imdiately shouted in English, "Who allowed you up here? There's no room left, get lost imdiately!"
However, Lin Fan seed oblivious to them and continued forward with unusually light steps.
"Hey! Kid, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear?" The man shouted angrily.
Unfortunately, Lin Fan was only three steps away from the two n.
Now sensing danger, the man with the yellow hair imdiately raised the gun from his back, roaring, "Kid, you're asking for death!"
While speaking, he had already aid the gun barrel, exuding a sinister aura, intending to pull the trigger at Lin Fan.
Unfortunately, Lin Fan wouldn't give him the chance, swinging his hand to cut the gun barrel, causing it to suddenly aim upwards, pointing at the ceiling.
Da da da~
A volley of gunfire!
The bullets all hit the ceiling, creating a honeycomb-like pattern without harming Lin Fan in the slightest!
At this mont, Lin Fan's palm turned into a hand knife, swiftly slashing the man's throat, causing him to fall to the ground, his fate unknown.
The other man was enraged upon seeing his companion taken down by Lin Fan, and raised his gun, shouting, "Die!"
"No one has ever fired a gun in front of , and you're no exception!"
Lin Fan spoke calmly, his arm swiftly reaching out like a snake, grabbing the man's finger on the trigger, squeezing it tightly, rendering it immobile, making firing impossible.
This scene changed the man's expression drastically; his fingers aching from Lin Fan's grip, cold sweat forming on his forehead!
"Where is Kote?" Lin Fan asked coldly.
"Inside... inside the room!" The man replied hastily.
Lin Fan glanced at the closed room, swung his hand, and slashed the man's throat, knocking him down, fate unknown!
Without a word, Lin Fan lifted his leg and kicked the door open, sending it flying three or four ters before it hit the ground with a thud!
Then, Lin Fan stepped into the room.
"Don't move!"
Suddenly, a voice ca from Lin Fan's right, with a gun pointing at his temple.
The man with the gun was dressed in a suit, with dark skin, and a rugged face, known across Myanmar as Kote, a notorious dealer of white powder and arms!
This scene made Lin Fan furrow his brows, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Kote, if you don't want to et your old mother early, I'd advise you to put your gun down," Lin Fan said flatly.
"You... you're the Tyrant!"
Kote's expression changed upon recognizing Lin Fan.
Actually, Kote knew Lin Fan. During Lin Fan's campaigns in Africa, he had bought a batch of weapons from Kote, of course, without paying!
"Wh... What? You're the Tyrant?"
Upon hearing Kote's words, Yang Ming's face also changed drastically!
The na Tyrant is a nightmare for many, but for many, he's also an idol, a benchmark to strive beyond!
Especially soldiers! The four wars Lin Fan personally crafted that shocked the world are still researched and emulated by many military forces, yet never surpassed, viewed as legendary!
Yang Ming and his brothers were also among those!
Without answering Yang Ming, Lin Fan flatly told Kote, "Kote, I'm giving you three seconds to think. Within those three seconds, put the gun down imdiately."
Kote struggled with his decision but ultimately didn't put the gun down, fearing that as soon as he did, he would beco another corpse under Lin Fan's hand. At least with a gun, he had so nerve!
"Tyrant! We have no grievances, why are you coming after ... if you want weapons... I can give you..." Kote said hastily.
But Lin Fan ignored his words, his tone turning cold, "Kote, you've beco more foolish. Playing with guns in front of , do you think you're qualified?"
"Tyrant, you should understand, you're too strong, I just want to protect myself!" Kote said hastily.
"Hehe! Protect yourself? Do you think this can protect you?" Lin Fan said calmly.
At that mont, Lin Fan suddenly moved, his arm darting out like lightning, grabbing Kote's gun-wielding wrist in an instant, too fast for Kote to react.
Then, Lin Fan twisted his wrist, causing Kote's to ache, the gun dropping to the ground, before Lin Fan swung his hand, lifting Kote's huge body with one hand, smashing him towards the wall!
Bang~
With a loud crash, Kote's body hit the wall, then fell, clutching his wrist in pain, rolling on the ground.
Lin Fan, relaxed, pulled out a cigarette, placing it in his mouth, lighting it before taking a deep drag. Approaching Kote, he said, "I warned you, yet you wouldn't listen? Aren't you being foolish?"
"Yes, yes! I'm foolish, Tyrant, please don't kill !" Kote said hastily.
The na Tyrant is respected worldwide, and to Kote, Tyrant was like a deity, and he, a re ant at risk of being crushed!
Lin Fan took a deep drag on his cigarette, saying, "Relax, your life may not be valuable, but it's still useful, you won't die!"
"Thank you, Tyrant, for not killing !" Kote said hastily.
"Enough talk, if you aren't dead, get serious. There's sothing important I need to discuss," Lin Fan casually found a sofa, sat down, squinting at Kote, smiling cunningly.
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