Chapter 220

One of the guards kicked on the door and shouted coldly, "you're surrounded. Hand over your dirt quickly, otherwise, don't blame our men for being merciless."

A few seconds after the voice fell, there came a flat and steady voice: "go, we have planted bombs around you, but anyone who dares to move forward will die."

However, when ye fan heard the voice, his body trembled fiercely, and his face showed shock. The voice was too familiar to him.

I seem to have seen this man on antique street before, but he just forgot who he was.

"Brother ye, run away. It looks like you have met a robber. Listen to him, it seems that you have planted a bomb. If you hurt us, we will be finished."

When the fat man heard the word bomb, he was frightened and flustered, holding Ye Fan's arm.

A small face, but also directly white, seems to be afraid of his own death.

"Fat man, you go first. I want to stay here." Ye Fan slowly loosened his arm, looked firmly at the fat man and said.

At this time, his curiosity had been completely hooked up. He just wanted to see who the man would be.

Why does it give him such a familiar feeling?

"Alas..." the fat man sighed and looked at Ye Fan in a dilemma.

If he left now, wouldn't he have no conscience at all?

But if he didn't go, he was afraid that the robber would hurt himself. After all, he was just a theater goer. If he paid the price of his life for the theater.

It's not worth it.

After thinking for a long time, the fat man's heart crossed, bit his teeth and said, "brother ye, if I don't go, I'll follow you. If you are in danger, I'm in danger."

"OK."

Ye Fan nodded, and there was a warm current in his heart. He didn't expect that the fat man wanted to be with himself regardless of his life.

Such a friend is worth making.

During their conversation, the situation had changed. The leader looked at the guard, who seemed to get some recognition from the walkie talkie and winked at the people around him.

One of the guards quickly understood and took out a snake skin bag. It was full of things. It looked very strange.

When he took it out, Ye Fan found that the snake skin bag was full of explosives, and the red light flashed a dangerous signal.

"Lying trough, this is a roaring rhythm!"

The fat man took a breath of cold air and couldn't help but make complaints about it.

"Start layout." The guard leader quickly gave an order and took the team back a few steps

Only one person was left to arrange the explosives, and the person who arranged the explosives was a little miserable.

His legs were shaking and his face was white, and he prayed as he arranged.

Fortunately, the bomb mentioned by the man in the house didn't detonate. The person who arranged the explosives thanked God and the air and ran back quickly.

"People inside, listen, you are limited to one minute to come out, or you will bear the consequences."

After everything last night, the leading guard shouted at the cabin again.

Although his voice was very loud, but this time, there seemed to be no one inside, there was no movement.

At this moment, he completely angered the leader's guard. A trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes. He waved coldly and said, "detonate."

The moment the voice fell, a huge explosion roared. A fiery red dragon swallowed the wooden house in an instant. Even the ground shook twice with the explosion.

"Finish!" The guard leader saw that the wooden house was blown up, raised a satisfied smile at the corners of his mouth, waved and said.

With that, the others seemed to put down their guard and followed the leader's guard.

"Let's go. I'm afraid it's hard for the king of heaven to survive such a violent explosion."

Ye Fan patted the fat man on the shoulder and said with regret.

He didn't even see the appearance of the people in the room, and the other party had become a mass of ashes, or even ashes.

In such a violent explosive, maybe the man has been blown to powder.

But this has nothing to do with Ye Fan. Maybe the truth he wants to know may be lost in his life.

After leaving the cabin, Ye Fan plans to buy the last antique with fat man. By the way, he takes the set of things he bought before to identify them. With the identification certificate, things are easy to sell.

The selling price will naturally increase a lot.

They walked down the street for about ten minutes before they found a small shop called appraisal bamboo. The store manager was a middle-aged man over 50. With a kind smile on his face, he was sitting next to a chair and looking at a vase.

Seeing a guest coming, the store manager slowly put down his work and asked with a smile, "you two, I don't know what you want to identify."

"Boss, look at this." The fat man hurried over and put the Buddha statue that Ye Fan liked and a pile of tea cups on the table.

"OK." The store manager nodded, then picked up the Buddha statue and looked at it carefully. But after looking at it for a while, he didn't seem to see a reason.

They took things to the instrument for sampling and identification

At this time, a man and a woman came to the door. The man was wearing a famous brand and had a proud look on his face. He glanced at the store and quickly fixed his eyes on Ye Fan: "eh, this is not an old classmate before. I heard that you are having a soft meal in the Huang family now. How can you have the money to come here?"

Hearing the speech, Ye Fan frowned and looked for prestige. Only then did he find that the childe in front of him was his high school classmate Wang Tian. Wang Tian didn't attend the classmate party before, so Wang Tian naturally didn't know what happened that day.

He thought Ye Fan was just a waste of soft food. Just like a long time ago, he couldn't say a word at his mercy.

But ye fan just glanced at him coldly and said unluckily, "how can there be such wild dogs everywhere? It's really disgusting."

"What, you said I was a wild dog?" Wang Tian's face was gloomy for a moment, with an anger on his face. Then he was relieved and turned into a kind of ridicule: "Oh, I remember, some people are used to being dogs. Naturally, they can't see others. People like you deserve to eat soft food."

With that, he threw disdainful eyes at Ye Fan, and the color of satisfaction on his face became stronger.

Because his father is a businessman, his family has a little money. Although he is not a super second generation, he is also a rich second generation.

For people at the bottom like Ye Fan, he just likes to fight and show his sense of superiority by the way.