these days of contacting Wang Qiuyang as Zhang Qianqiu, I've found that this Wang Qiuyang is extremely deep and meticulous in his actions. His secretary, Xiao Zhou, is also someone not to be underest...“I promise you, but only once.” The dragon girl looked straight at Ye Fan. At this time, she was completely in dragon mode, the cold air around her body dropped the temperature of the surrounding air.

Ye Fan's face once again revealed that confident smile from before. Then, he left without looking back.

After seeing Ye Fan leave, Long Nü sat back down in her seat, but her body was a little soft, as if she had just used great courage. If she really agreed to Ye Fan, it would be against the organization's wishes. However, deep down in her heart, she still firmly believed that Ye Fan was her final faith and support, and she also hoped that the matter of that year would come to an end.

In her heart, she couldn't help but recall her master who had brought her to the Dragon Fang Training Camp, a man who loved her like a father. A piercing pain made her almost collapse onto the table, her face turning pale with distress.

After leaving the restaurant, Ye Fan walked out of the hotel and hailed a taxi on the street. Yesterday, under De Ko's leadership, he had visited many places in this city. Upon returning, Ye Fan realized that there seemed to be more eyes watching him from his surroundings.

Those eyes didn't belong to the Dragon Fang, nor to the Dragon Fang, and they didn't even belong to any intelligence organization within South Africa. If it were an intelligence organization within South Africa, Ren Zhihua would have notified him immediately. It seems that there is still a set of organizations operating in South Africa. Or maybe they directly dispatched someone from China to inspect him.

Then, where did these people come from

Although Ye Fan discovered he was being followed, he didn't intentionally make a fuss. Instead, he let them grow more cautious. He pretended to be clueless and let the taxi driver take him for a leisurely drive around the city. This was his pre-mission routine every time.

After several years of development, South Africa has undergone tremendous changes. Ye Fan must understand the layout of this city. Even if his character appearance fails, he can escape calmly. Especially his memory is extraordinary, all the places he has walked through, as long as he takes a look, he can remember them in his heart.

This day, besides making a phone call to Andre midway through, he had been sitting in the taxi, aimlessly touring the city. On the other hand, those who were following him were at a loss, unsure what Ye Fan was up to.

As night fell, Ye Fan arrived at the entrance of a bar and asked his driver to let him off. To understand the nightlife of a city, the most direct way is to go to its bars. At this time, it was not yet time, and there were not many people in the bar. Ye Fan ordered a beer and sat in a corner of the bar.

Following him were several Han Chinese, appearing in the bar. It was easy for Ye Fan to notice them. A few people did not go inside, but instead stood around, monitoring the movements inside.

As night deepened, the bar grew increasingly lively. The heavy metal music, laced with the thrill of alcohol, sent patrons into a frenzy of nocturnal revelry.

Ye Fan sipped his beer, but his gaze went beyond the bar window. Under the night sky, two Chinese men were smoking in a black Volkswagen parked outside, also looking towards the bar. However, they couldn't see Ye Fan inside.

"May I sit here" This was said by a somewhat slender, but particularly spirited black man carrying two beers, with great deference.

Ye Fan looked up at him, saw the black man revealing his pearly white teeth and a faint smile on his face, then nodded and said, "Do it."

Hearing Ye Fan agree, the black man sat down very politely and placed one of the beers in front of Ye Fan, saying, “I’ll buy you a beer.”

Ye Fan nodded, took a small sip of beer, and then looking at the night outside said: "How are you planning Don't cause too much commotion."

"It's fine, everything is arranged. They won't suspect anything." At this point, the Black man took a sip from his glass and then spoke in a low voice.

"Then let's get moving." Ye Fan turned his head and glanced at the black man's face, smiling faintly: "Hei Long, what is that color ghost Andre doing now"

"The boss is currently being suave with the daughter of a tribal chief." The black man seemed to remember something and said disdainfully. After finishing his sentence, he took out his phone and made a call.

"That Andre, if he messes with my affairs, I'll make sure he can't lift a finger." Ye Fan put down his cup and said lightly.

When the words fell, Heihong made a very approving expression, but still subconsciously clamped his legs together, that area also felt a little chilly.

Outside the bar, a white Buick awkwardly pulled out, seeming to be malfunctioning. It swayed on the street for a few moments before suddenly turning and bumping into a black Volkswagen. Although it was only a minor collision, it still produced a deafening roar.

Soon, the doors of a mass-produced car were flung open, and two Chinese men jumped out, cursing and snarling with fierce expressions. At the same time, they kept glancing at the entrance to the bar, as if looking for something.

At this time, four tall black men jumped out of the Buick and immediately surrounded the two Chinese people. Although they were the ones who hit them with their car, they seemed very angry, one even holding a micro-charged gun, looking menacingly aggressive.

Soon, eight Chinese people appeared from different directions and rushed towards the place where the incident happened. They had been tracking Ye Fan all day, dispersed around the bar to prevent him from leaving through other exits. Seeing their own people surrounded by several black men, they immediately rushed over, fearing that things would get out of control.

You need to know that this is the Black people's territory, if you handle it improperly, there will be bloodshed. They can legally carry guns and are often closely related to the local police station. Even if you shoot them on the street, a few Chinese people won't be able to do anything about it in the end.

Although they vaguely felt something was amiss, they didn't think much of it.

"Don't kill anyone, just give them a lesson." Ye Fan said as he got to his feet and turned to walk outside.

Black Dragon immediately got up and followed Ye Fan, at the same time relaying Ye Fan's orders.

Outside, the scene of the accident was in chaos. After receiving the order, several black men, although they didn't fire their guns, were actually very arrogant. Several Chinese people tried their best to defuse the situation, but their anger gradually rose. After all, they were considered special agents in China, with excellent skills. They just hesitated to make a move after thinking too much.

At this moment, seeing several black people so arrogant, a few people exchanged glances and wanted to quickly resolve the current dispute to prevent Ye Fan from leaving the bar.

A brawl could erupt at any moment...om, as if he were struggling to make a major decision.Xia Zhou just listened quietly on the phone, not daring to speak. He knew his boss was weighing the pros and cons. His rash move had put his boss...