Thud!
The clear sake cup in Han Dongxu's hand slipped and crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Before Xu Fan spoke, Han Dongxu had been mulling over personally investigating the preferences of the old bandit, so that when the ti ca, Xu Fan could ingratiate himself and establish a godfather-son relationship with him.
With the backing of the Shanghai garrison, from then on, anyone who wanted to ss with Xu Fan would have to take into account the wishes of the old bandit Zhou.
But now...
Han Dongxu was feeling awkward as hell.
Recognizing a father and son? These two eting would likely end up grappling from just one look.
"Boss, can we not joke about this?"
Han Dongxu looked at Xu Fan awkwardly and said.
A while ago, when the news about Zhou Jianjun being killed by soone ca out, everyone was guessing who had the guts to take on Zhou Family's grandson.
Han Dongxu was one of those curious cats, and only now did he realize that the man sitting opposite him was the daring one.
Invite the man who killed your grandson to dinner?
Han Dongxu certainly didn't think the old bandit Zhou had that level of magnanimity.
"I wasn't joking with you."
"Old Zhou did indeed invite to a al, and moreover, I plan to go."
"What?"
Han Dongxu looked at Xu Fan in horror, sowhat in disbelief.
"Boss, have you lost your mind?"
Not to ntion the Shanghai garrison where Zhou Family's patriarch currently resides, with those soldiers stationed there, let alone the household servants in his family's compound, none would let Xu Fan walk out alive!
Was this a march towards death?
"Han Dongxu, do you think that if I stood him up, Old Zhou would let off the hook?"
"This..."
Upon hearing Xu Fan's hint, Han Dongxu couldn't help but awkwardly grin.
Indeed, thinking about it, with the murderer of his grandson active in his own territory, how could the hot-tempered old bandit Zhou simply watch Xu Fan jumping around?
Whether he went or not, he would have to see to it that Xu Fan died.
"Boss, isn't there any other option?"
Han Dongxu held his breath and asked anxiously.
Only recently had they snatched a piece of fat at from Ke Longxiang's mouth, and now such terrible news had co. His heart was struggling to cope.
"No."
Xu Fan shook his head and said.
Zhou Jianjun died at his hands, and Old Zhou wouldn't easily forgive him. As for whether he could get through this, it all depended on the al tomorrow.
"Then, how about tomorrow I bring so brothers along with ?"
At this point, Han Dongxu made a suggestion.
"No need, didn't I say it? This ti, I am going for a al, not a fight."
Han Dongxu's suggestion probably didn't even sound convincing to himself.
To think, the place to go was the garrison. How could Han Dongxu, no matter how many people he brought, stand up to real bullets?
"If it's not a blessing, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, so you needn't worry. Right now, have your people prepare so gifts for . Tomorrow, I shall go to the eting alone."
Xu Fan at this mont casually glanced at Han Dongxu and instructed.
"Alright, I understand."
Han Dongxu looked at Xu Fan with concern and agreed.
In this situation, they could only rely on Xu Fan's personal fortune.
...
Soon, the next day arrived.
Xu Fan had agreed to et Old Man Zhou for lunch; now, approaching ten o'clock, he took the gift Han Dongxu had prepared for him, got into his car, and drove towards the Shanghai military compound.
Speeding along the road, Xu Fan was stopped by two guards at the entrance of the military compound when he arrived.
"Please show your ID."
Random people were not allowed inside, and Xu Fan didn't even have a single hair of the so-called "ID".
At this mont, looking at the guard outside his car window, Xu Fan smiled and said, "My na is Xu Fan."
Since he had been instructed to find him here, Old Man Zhou most likely had already notified the guards.
As expected, after Xu Fan gave his na, the guard saluted him and imdiately opened the gate.
Granted passage, Xu Fan drove directly into the military compound.
Earlier at the entrance, he had already asked about the location of Old Man Zhou's residence.
It didn't take him long to park the car at the entrance of the Zhou Family's residence.
The military compound was ho to extrely important dignitaries, usually very tranquil, but today, the quiet outside the Zhou residence was almost eerie.
Carrying the gift, Xu Fan walked up to the front door and knocked. After a short while, the door creaked open.
"Your na is Xu Fan?"
The outfit of the person opening the door took Xu Fan by surprise.
He was dressed in mourning clothes, and the look in his eyes as he regarded Xu Fan was as cold as ice.
"Co in."
Seeing Xu Fan nod, the man's attitude was even worse. He gave Xu Fan a cold glance and walked away.
Xu Fan didn't mind; he pushed the door open and walked in, humming to himself.
Inside the courtyard hung many black and white mourning banners, clearly in preparation for soone's funeral.
Perhaps Old Man Zhou had postponed Zhou Jianjun's funeral to today, but most likely, it was arranged for Xu Fan himself.
Old Man Zhou had no plans to let Xu Fan leave alive today.
Carrying the gift, Xu Fan walked straight into the main hall.
The hall had been arranged into a morial service, with a long table in front, laden with bowls and chopsticks.
Old Man Zhou and a group of people were sitting there, coldly watching Xu Fan as he entered.
These people were probably from the Zhou Family, and the way they looked at Xu Fan was as if they wished to devour him right there.
"Old Mr. Zhou, the way your family treats guests is really quite special, isn't it?"
Xu Fan put the gifts he had brought on the table and brazenly took a seat directly opposite Zhou the bandit.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the person in this picture is pretty handso, huh."
Looking up, he could see a black and white photo placed right above the morial service hall.
Without a doubt, the person in the photo was Xu Fan himself.
"Hmm, tomorrow, I'll have to return this kind of hospitality to each of you in kind."
"You!"
Xu Fan's unexpected remark caused many of the people sitting at the table to stand up angrily.
In the hall, the atmosphere instantly turned tense, as though a fight could break out at any mont.
"Sit down, all of you."
At that mont, Zhou the bandit, who sat at the head of the table, snorted coldly.
The group, under the command of the family head, although disgruntled, obediently sat back down.
"Humph, boy, I didn't expect you would really dare to co."
Old Man Zhou's icy voice resounded in the hall. Looking at him with a cold gaze, Xu Fan squinted and smiled, "Mr. Zhou invited . How could I not show face and co?"
It was nearly noon, and on the long table, there were only bowls and chopsticks but no food or drinks.
Touching his stomach, Xu Fan said, "Old Mr. Zhou, since you invited for a al, isn't it ti to serve the food and drinks?"
"Heh, not only are you hungry, but my people of the Zhou Family are also hungry. It's indeed ti to serve the al."
Zhou the bandit slamd his hand on the table, and from the shadows of the hall and the outside courtyard, where they had been waiting for a long ti, a crowd began to stir...
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