Chapter 43: Bad News

"But--" The red-haired young man turned around and said, "I'm a little interested in those who killed Tu Ao. Call Lao Si and ask his organization to check it. If necessary, try their strength.

"Good." As soon as the voice of the brown-haired demon young man fell, it immediately turned into a breeze and disappeared...

Time passed quickly, and another three days passed in a blink of an eye.

In Atlantic City, Meng Fan did not encounter any obstacles and easily unified the gambling industry here in just three days.

Now, Meng Fan wanders around with his companions and enjoys the relaxation and pleasure after the tension.

A few days later, on the evening of August 23, Meng Fan and his companions enjoyed the sunset by the seaside. In front of him, the fragrance of chicken wings was rising on the grill. A group of greedy insects stretched out their necks, surrounded the grill, drooling for the chicken wings.

'bell bell'.

At this time, the urgent phone suddenly rang. Meng Fan took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID. It turned out to be Qin Wanhai.

This is really a strange thing. The Qin brothers are very measured, and they can generally handle things in the casino. Therefore, when Meng Fan went out to do business, they never called.

Something serious must have happened!

As soon as Meng Fan answered the phone, Qin Wanhai's sobbing cry came from the microphone.

Meng Fan was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Second, why are you crying? What happened?"

"Big brother, big brother, he is dead!" The voice over there changed from sobbing to crying, and the voice trembled and was full of desolation.

"What? Say it again!" Meng Fan suddenly jumped up from the rocking chair, as if he couldn't believe it. He aggravated his tone and asked again solemnly.

Qin Wanhai cried and said, "Big brother died. He died miserably."

Meng Fan's face immediately became cold, and his eyes were murderous. He clenched his mobile phone tightly with his right hand and couldn't wait to crush it.

"Tell me how he died?"

"Big brother, his body is full of wounds, hundreds of which made him die after his blood dried."

"Who did it?"

"I don't know, I don't know. Er--uh--" There was a heavy fall from the other side of the phone. Obviously, Qin Wanhai couldn't bear the great grief and had cried and fainted.

Meng Fan still held his mobile phone and maintained a talking posture, with a gloomy silence on his face.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

"Captain, who is dead?"

"Captain..."

......

When the companions saw Meng Fan's gloomy expression, they all gathered around and asked cautiously.

"Qin Wanshan is dead, we are going back to Macao, right away!" Meng Fan only felt that his chest seemed to be blocked with a big stone. He couldn't spit it out. He couldn't help kicking the grill fiercely and splashed the red charcoal everywhere.

Hearing Meng Fan's order, everyone did not dare to neglect it. They quietly followed Meng Fan and left the beach, saying goodbye to the bright sunset that day and the red sunset that was about to sink below the sea.

Meng Fan was furious and walked fast in the front.

Who killed Qin Wanshan?

Who is it?

No matter who it is, you must smash him to pieces!

For Meng Fan, the Qin brothers are far more than their subordinates. In Meng Fan's heart, they have long regarded them as companions.

Money is not important.

Life is not important.

All vanity and prosperity in the world are not important.

Whoever hurts my companion will die!

Even if you fight for this cheap life, you will not hesitate.

Meng Fan's eyes were like fire. After leaving the beach, he rushed straight to the airport.

At the ticket gate, Meng Fan stared at the ticket lady and said, "I need 19 tickets to Macau. Help me check when the latest flight is."

"Wait a minute." The ticket lady lowered her head to inquire for a while, smiled with an apologetic smile and said, "I'm sorry, sir, the flight tonight and tomorrow is full, and there are only 11 seats available on the flight the day after tomorrow."

Without any hesitation, Meng Fan immediately said firmly, "I'll give you two million US dollars to arrange a special plane for me. I'll go to Macao immediately."

"I'm sorry, sir, the special plane is not..."

"20 million dollars!"

"But, sir..."

100 million US dollars! You can contact the manager of your company immediately. I want to talk to him.

The ticket lady was stunned and realized after a while. Looking at Meng Fan's eyes, she seemed to realize that Meng Fan was not joking, so she obediently picked up the phone and asked the manager of the airline.

"You mean 100 million dollars?" An incredible shout came from the microphone. Even if Meng Fan was far away from the microphone, he could hear it very clearly.

"Yes, manager, I dare not make a decision, so I can only ask you for instructions."

"Ask him to the VIP lounge immediately. I'll be right there." The other side of the phone looked very excited, with a 'lan' sound, as if the phone had fallen to the ground and did not hang up.

"I'm so sorry, the manager seems to have forgotten to hang up the phone." The sales lady looked embarrassed about the gaffe of the company manager.

After hanging up the phone, she handed over the ticket booth to another person and took Meng Fan and others to the VIP lounge.

Meng Fan and others stayed in the departure lounge for less than two minutes, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes rushed over. He called himself Kareem, the manager of the airline, stammered and seemed to be incoherent.

"Well, well, do you really want to pay 100 million US dollars for charter flights?"

"Ye." Meng Fan nodded seriously, took out a card and said, "I can transfer the money to your company immediately, but I need to board the plane within half an hour."

"Don't worry, it doesn't take half an hour, ten minutes is enough..." Karim muttered a large string. Meng Fan didn't hear it clearly, but he understood the central idea.

The central idea is only two words - performance.

100 million US dollars is indeed a considerable additional income for airlines, and it is also a show-off performance for Kareem.

For white-collar workers, performance determines everything. This principle can't be simpler. No wonder he is so excited.

Then, Karim began to call desperately. After ten minutes, he finally said to Meng Fan with a relaxed face, "It's arranged. Please follow me."

Under the leadership of Kareem, Meng Fan and others successfully boarded a small plane that could only carry 30 passengers. Although this plane looks small, it is full of internal decoration and luxurious. According to Karim, it is a special plane for the chairman of the company, which is specially used to pick up directors from all over the world to come to meetings.

This time, Karim chose the most beautiful stewardess in the company to receive her, and everything was very thoughtful.

After two minutes, everything was ready. The plane's fuselage shook gently and started slowly. The speed accelerated between minutes and seconds. Half a minute later, Meng Fan felt light under his body, and the plane finally took off.

Hate and anger filled Meng Fan's heart. In the bumpy plane, he looked out of the window at the night. His eyes were like the eyes of a wild wolf hunting late at night, bright and faint, with a gloomy murderous meaning.

I don't know when all the companions left their seats and surrounded Meng Fan with a firm look.

Qian Sanhai held the village in his left hand and the handle of the knife in his right hand, as if he was ready to take the knife out of the sheath at any time;

Agustine's right arm turned into a dark sniper rifle, and his left hand is gently wiping the gun body;

Dong Meng's hands present a bright silver color, which is the color that he exerts the power of his power to the greatest extent. It's easy to open mountains and split stones...

Everyone is silently supporting Meng Fan with their own actions, which is very obvious - firmly follow Meng Fan to fight and fight!

Strengthen your confidence with the meaning of fighting.

Use the blood of battle to clear hatred.

Meng Fan looked up at his companions and finally smiled with relief in the face of their attention.

The plane flew through the vast night, flew in the air for more than ten hours, and finally arrived in Macao.

When he got off the plane, Meng Fan immediately called Qin Wanhai to inform him that he had returned to Macao and let him stay in the casino and not act recklessly.

In just half an hour from the airport to the Lisbon Casino, Meng Fan felt that it had been as long as a year.

When Meng Fan and his companions arrived at the Lisbon Casino, it was evening. Except for the old eight Qin Wanyong, the remaining four brothers of the Qin family gathered here. After they saw Meng Fan, they couldn't help crying.

Hearing the sad howl of the Qin brothers, Meng Fan's heart was cut like a knife, but he could only grit his teeth, reach out and pat their backs, constantly comforting them.