super hate ring

Chapter 550 If Miss Gets Angry
"Smelly bitch, you are shameless. It's not that I won't give you money, so why pretend to be noble."

Just at this moment, a discordant voice came, a broken Chinese, from a box with the door open, and then a woman with a good figure, wearing only underwear, ran out with her clothes in her arms, followed by a few Big guy with hair.

The big men didn't look like Chinese, but South Asians. The woman holding the clothes was pulled by the hair by a big man when she went out, and another big man pulled the clothes from the woman's hand, and they were beaten violently.

"Help, help!" the woman shouted.

A woman wears heavy makeup, everyone knows what she is doing, and it is such an occasion, it is very common for a lady to be bullied, no one will care about it, generally speaking, guests will give up after a while, kindhearted Throw a little tip, it’s okay to leave if you’re not mean, this is the life of a young lady.

"Help, help me."

The woman begged, these big South Asian men seemed to be different from ordinary guests, they fought endlessly, to be precise, they were not fighting, but hitting and molesting, which can be described in one word, abuse.

Not only was the woman beaten, but her underwear was also ripped open, revealing a large area of ​​attractive parts. Several South Asian men immediately beat these parts.

This finally attracted the attention of many men. Ikaterina was no longer the focus of the field. Several men took a look and immediately took action... Picked up the camera and started taking pictures.

"Don't... help... help me..."

The woman begged, but no one answered, and Jiang Fan was not in the mood to answer. This kind of place where fish and dragons are mixed together is like this. I don’t care about these messes. I just drink with my head down and wait for Ekaterina to come. just go.

Ekaterina is a woman who has always distinguished between public and private. If nothing happened, she would not have traveled all the way here to find herself.

"Help me, sir, save me..."

The beaten woman suddenly found Jiang Fan sitting beside her, her eyes lit up, and she rushed towards Jiang Fan desperately.

"It's you?" Jiang Fan looked at the woman in front of him in surprise, it turned out to be the elegant woman from last night.

Looking at the woman with a bruised nose and swollen face, what is this?Good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil. Jiang Fan thought of his grievances last night, and suddenly felt very happy.

"It's me, it's me, save me." The woman begged Jiang Fan while crying.

"I saved you? Did you make a mistake? Did you forget what you did to me last night?" Jiang Fan gloated.

"Please, my lord, you have a lot of money. I'll pay you back the money. No, I'll give you five hundred. Help me get rid of these Indian drug men." The woman looked at the Indian drug men approaching with fear on her face. color.

"Those Indian drug dealers are your guests, right? If you don't serve your guests, who will they beat you if they don't?" Jiang Fan asked while drinking.

"No, they're so dirty."

"You have come out to sell, and you still think men are dirty?" Jiang Fan was speechless.

"But they are not so dirty. Not only are they dirty, but they are also together. I would rather let you mess with me after going to the toilet, and I don't want to serve them. They are all Chinese. Please help me."

"Stop talking about the motherland to me at this time." Jiang Fan scolded, but seeing the miserable state of the woman, and looking at the Indian drug workers...the dirty is indeed a bit too much.

These people are not ordinary people at first glance. The clothes on their bodies are very expensive, but the wrists, necks, ankles, and nails all undoubtedly reveal that these people have not bathed for several years, and their long messy hair still emits a smell. stink.

This format, if you don't give a hundred times the price, which lady is willing to play for you?What's more, there are still so many people picking up a lady.

"Prostitute, are you a top bird?" Seeing the woman hiding behind Jiang Fan's seat, Jiang Fan didn't have the consciousness of ordinary passers-by, and was still sitting on the seat drinking. An Indian drug dealer came over and stepped on the table. superior.

Well, Jiang Fan couldn't drink indifferently anymore, and even wearing high-end leather shoes couldn't cover up the smell of his feet.

Wei Wei worked hard to dispel the stench around her, stood up and smiled and said to the Indian poisoner in front of her: "You play and fight, just let her go, it's not easy for Miss to come out to earn money, it's really not possible , Tell her to return the money to you."

"I haven't confiscated the money yet." The woman behind interrupted.

"What if I don't?" the Indian drugman said with a dark voice.

"Forget it." Anyway, he didn't care about his own business. The smell of his feet was unbearable, so Jiang Fan decided to change seats.

"Haha, Chinese men are like this."

"Hahaha." The Indian drug people behind also laughed.

"Boy, don't go yet. Since you are this woman's client and she is hiding behind you, you bring her to us, and we will let you go." The Indian drugman stood in front of Jiang Fan.

"Huh~~" Jiang Fan raised his wine glass, let out a sigh of relief, and glanced at the Indian drugman in front of him: "This is Huaxia, you are so arrogant, aren't you afraid of being beaten?"

"Hahaha, beaten? You don't even ask who I am? Haha..."

The Indian drugman was smiling, Jiang Fan raised his hand, and poured a third of the glass of red wine on the Indian drugman's face: "Are you sober?"

"You..." The Indian drugman glared at Jiang Fan, and sternly shouted at the other Indian drugmen: "What are you doing in a daze, I will take responsibility for killing him."

Immediately, the drug indians from behind rushed forward, Jiang Fan didn't behave too much here, he flicked his leg, and the five drug indians who rushed up flew out together, smashed to the ground and howled.

"Ancient warrior." The Indian drugman who was splashed with red wine was startled.

"A little knowledge."

"Damn you." The poor Chinese spoke swear words unambiguously, and the Indian drugman suddenly took out a pistol from his arms and pressed it against Jiang Fan's forehead.

"What about ancient warriors? Can they stop bullets? Kneel down for me."

The Indian drugman sternly said, he knows that there are ancient warriors who can block the bullets, but the ancient warriors who can block the bullets on the forehead are only at the prefecture level. In the city, you will definitely not see prefecture-level masters. Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan frowned.

"Did you hear me? I told you to kneel down." Seeing that Jiang Fan was not moving, the Indian drugman yelled again.Everyone around was shocked. Fights in bars are common, but under the strict gun control in China, open shooting is still rare.

The dancers stopped, and Ekaterina walked out from the dance floor. In fact, she had been paying attention to the movement here, but she didn't care. At this moment, she frowned when she saw Jiang Fan being pointed at by the gun.

Jiang Fan was able to break into the Kramerlin Palace alone. Ikaterina guessed that Jiang Fan was not afraid of the pistols in the hands of the Indian drug dealers, but she was still a little worried about Jiang Fan's safety.

The elegant woman with a bruised nose and swollen face was also stunned, she just thought that Jiang Fan would be beaten, and planned to escape by herself while Jiang Fan was being beaten, but after walking a few steps, she saw Jiang Fan being pointed at by the gun, and she didn't stop for a while. react.

"Masters of drug printing, I... I just want to serve you. This is all caused by me. I'm a bit of a bitch, so please don't get angry." The elegant woman hurriedly came up to persuade, but was The Indian drugman with the gun pushed away.

"Take it to the side for me, take it back and play with this bitch... Are you still in a daze, bullets don't have eyes, I won't say it a third time." The Indian drugman said to Jiang Fan in a cold voice. The Indian drugman who was kicked by Jiang Fan stepped forward and pulled the elegant woman.

"Huh~~, I really love peace and support the country's economic construction as the center, but you pissed me off."

Jiang Fan was really annoyed at being pointed at with a gun. Originally, he didn't want to do anything because these people were Indian drug dealers, and they seemed to have a complicated identity, but now he changed his mind.

As soon as the arm was raised, the Indian drugman saw Jiang Fan's movement, thought that Jiang Fan was looking for death, and immediately pulled the trigger in a rage, but there was no response after pulling the trigger. .

The kneecap was shattered by a kick, and the Indian drugman knelt down on the spot, sweating profusely from the pain.

"It's so fast." The people around only saw Jiang Fan grabbing the gun, and the movement was very fast, similar to that of a special soldier, and they all praised him.

But they didn't know that Jiang Fan was deliberately using the speed of a special soldier. If he really was a special soldier, even if he was a soldier king, his head would already have a hole in his head.

Jiang Fan shook the muzzle of the gun downward, and some debris leaked out of the barrel. The drug printing man kneeling on the ground was stunned to see the debris. No wonder there was no response when he pulled the trigger just now. The tube was crushed into fine powder.

Is that human being?
"Do you think I won't kill you if you kneel down?" Jiang Fan pointed the gun at the Indian drugman's forehead and said calmly.

The Indian drugman was trembling all over, and his kneecap was shattered, which made him unable to maintain his kneeling position, and he leaned aside.

The Indian drug man said tremblingly, "You can't kill me. I am an executive of the Indian Drug George Company. If you kill me, your government will not let you go."

"I think you guessed wrong." Jiang Fan sneered and pulled the trigger. A female voice came from outside: "Mr. Jiang, stop." But it was too late, the Indian drugman was shot in the head and died on the spot.

Only then did the woman outside come in and looked at the scene in shock. There was already a dead person, the surrounding customers were stunned, and several security guards hesitated to come forward.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, you have also seen that it was the Indian drug guy who wanted to kill me first, and I was doing it in self-defense first.

And I am also a law enforcement officer in China. We welcome foreign friends to come to China, but we will never allow foreigners to show off in our China. Please kind-hearted people to report to the police. "

Jiang Fan threw the pistol aside, changed a seat and sat down, continuing to drink.

The elegant woman looked at this scene in surprise, remembering the scene where she defrauded Jiang Fan of 500 yuan last night, and even called a few security guards to threaten him. This skill, such a ruthless method, is still a law enforcement officer, and the elegant woman is sweating coldly down.

"I haven't seen you for such a long time. Mr. Jiang really impresses me." Ekaterina sat down opposite Jiang Fan naturally, with a smile on her face, took out a wine glass and filled it up for herself.

"Aren't I always like this?" Jiang Fan said casually.

"I didn't mean to kill the Indian drugman, but... the client, hahahahaha." After Ikaterina said those two words, she raised her head and laughed out of shape, while Ava also laughed. Holding back a laugh.

Jiang Fan glanced at the elegant woman not far away, feeling indescribably depressed. He was harmed by this woman again. He was almost misunderstood by Lin Airu last night, and was misunderstood by Ekaterina again today. This woman is his nemesis. ?
"Understand whatever you want." Jiang Fan said indifferently.

"Why are you so downcast? I'm just praising you. It's been a long time since you've seen each other. You've learned to have fun on your own. However, most of these low-level ladies are not clean. I'll find some high-level ones for you some other day. I promise they will be better than that. The stuff is ten times better." Ekaterina said.

"No, high-class ones may not be clean." Jiang Fan didn't want to babble any more. Firstly, Ji Mei was still waiting for him to go back to live with her, and secondly, now that he already had a girlfriend, it was not suitable for him to be with Ekaterin. Na talked too much.

"What do you want from me?" Jiang Fan asked straight to the point.

Ekaterina smiled and did not speak, when a woman came over and sat down beside Jiang Fan and Ekaterina.

In fact, Jiang Fan's consciousness has been paying attention to this woman.

This woman is a typical South Asian beauty, different from the more upright faces of the Orientals and the tall, full and sunken eyes of the Westerners, she has a different kind of exotic beauty.

Moreover, this woman is more like the enchantress of the Western Regions in those TV shows, with a terrifying charm. Jiang Fan believes that if placed in ancient times, this woman is enough to support a brothel, and it is not a dream to make money every day.

It's just that Jiang Fan doesn't have a good impression of this woman, and the breath of her spiritual sense is full of lewdness, and she must be a slut that is ridden by thousands of people.

No matter how beautiful this kind of woman is, she is just a tool to vent her desire, Jiang Fan didn't bother to take a second look.

Jiang Fan has been paying attention to her, not because of her seductive beauty, but because this woman is the one who yelled: "Stop" just now, and she is obviously with the Indian drugman.

This group of drug dealers was not simple. After the woman came in, she ordered four other drug dealers to carry away the dead drug dealers' bodies, and told other customers not to call the police. Obviously, this group of drug dealers was in charge.

And behind this woman was a skinny old man with a cane. Ordinary people might think that this old man could be blown away by a gust of wind, but Jiang Fan was really shocked after sweeping his consciousness.

This is a master of yoga. Jiang Fan doesn't know the grades of yoga, but this old man's cultivation is definitely equivalent to the late stage of Guwu.

Yoga is much more difficult to practice than ancient martial arts, but once it is cultivated, it is also more powerful than ancient martial arts. It is no wonder that this seductive woman can lead such a super subordinate.

The woman called out her name, not only knew herself, but also seemed to be looking for herself for something. Now that she was sitting next to her, it confirmed Jiang Fan's guess. Jiang Fan wanted to see what this woman was going to do.

"Ashmita, you seem a little impolite, don't you? Mr. Jiang doesn't know you, and table sharing is not popular here."

Ekaterina seemed to know this woman, but she was obviously not interested in the Indian drug woman. She raised her wine glass and kissed her lips without even looking at the Indian drug woman.

"The one who is impolite is probably Miss Ekaterina yourself?" Ashmita took a wine bottle, and filled her glass like Ekaterina. Both women ignored Jiang Fan. The presence.

"Everyone knows that although Mr. Jiang Fan is the behind-the-scenes boss of the Great Wei Group, the actual helmsmen are President Gu Mingxue and Director Cao Ren, and the business between you and me is just ordinary business, within the purview of President Gu Mingxue.

President Jiang has always ignored company affairs, which means that President Jiang doesn't want to be disturbed by others, but you came to disturb President Jiang's cleanliness and put out the trivial things between us. This is the biggest rudeness, right? "Ashmita was also drinking alone, without looking at Ikaterina.

Both of them were extremely sexy women, with a strong smell of gunpowder. Jiang Fan was left alone, and finally couldn't take it anymore. He coughed and said, "Just talk about what you have to do. Don't beat around the bush here. I still have something to do."

"Mr. Jiang Fan, hello, my name is Ashmita." Ashmita stretched out his hand to Jiang Fan, and Jiang Fan reluctantly shook it, but did not really touch it.

If he doesn't have spiritual consciousness and doesn't know what kind of person Ashmita is, Jiang Fan will feel that it is a great honor to shake hands with such a beautiful woman, but from the bottom of his heart, Jiang Fan is very disgusted with Ashmita. Mita is such a promiscuous person.

"I already know this." Jiang Fan said indifferently.

Ashmita smiled, as if she hadn't thought of Jiang Fan's indifferent attitude towards her. Most men shake hands with her, and they are afraid that they can't stay for a while, so she shrinks her hand first. The man in front of her only shook hands for a moment. It was pulled back without even touching the skin.

Ekaterina next to her lowered her head and smiled. She noticed this detail and felt extremely happy. Because of business matters, Ekaterina could not understand Ashmita, but she had to admit that Ashmita was very happy. Voluptuous and sexy.

At first, I was worried that a lustful person like Jiang Fan would not be able to control her, but now it seems that I am thinking too much, and at the same time, I think that the relationship between myself and Jiang Fan is so "deep", Ashmita and his beauty are not much different, but I couldn't even touch my hand, and I felt a sense of satisfaction in my heart.

"I'm the daughter of the president of Indy George."

"I guessed it too." The drug dealer gave the name of the company just now. Jiang Fan didn't know what George's was, but it sounded awesome.

"George Company is the largest private company in India, and it also has official shares, controlling 12% of the energy network of India's 90.00 billion people.

Although the total assets and influence are not as good as that of the Great Wei Group, its history and foundation are considered profound in the whole world. "

"As soon as the name of George Company is reported, everyone in the world knows that it has a long history and heritage, which is indisputable." Jiang Fan praised.

"Oh? Why?" Accustomed to Jiang Fan's indifference, Jiang Fan suddenly praised, and Ashmita felt a little uncomfortable.

"George... is a British name. You can tell that it was born from a former colonial company. It has a long history and heritage." Jiang Fan said indifferently.

"You..." Ashmita stood up angrily, with an angry look on her smooth and charming face.

"If the lady is angry, you can leave our seat. Ikaterina and I are old friends. It is inconvenient for you to be a light bulb here."

(End of this chapter)