Lin Fan's gaze was cold, like two ice ponds.

Blood streaks in his eyes seemed to be emitting a pungent smell of blood, making one's soul tremble!

Yang Feng instinctively reached for the gun at his waist, but Lin Fan had already moved, grabbing his throat.

With a sharp push of his palm, Yang Feng's head immediately slammed into the rear car window with a dull "bang" sound.

Fortunately, Lin Fan didn't use deadly force, or Yang Feng's head would have burst!

"Don't play with guns in front of me, or I'll make sure you never have the chance to hold one again," Lin Fan said chillingly.

Yang Feng held his breath, his face extremely solemn. He had no doubt that Lin Fan would kill him, and he slowly released his grip on the gun.

Lin Fan exhaled a thick stream of smoke, obscuring his cold eyes, and said in a flat tone, "Did you take these photos to look down on the 'Suicide Squad,' or are you provoking my bottom line?"

"Mr. Lin, please don't misunderstand, we just want to deliver this message to you," Yang Feng hurriedly explained.

"If I'm not wrong, you want me to return to the Dark Realm, right? Only the 'Tyrant' of the Dark Realm has greater value for you, doesn't he?" Lin Fan said in a calm voice.

Under the icy gaze of Lin Fan, Yang Feng didn't dare to hide anything and said, "Mr. Lin, the 'Suicide Squad' is known as the world's top mercenary group, with conditions absolutely no less than any country's special forces, even surpassing them!"

"And you are also a Huaxia citizen. For so many years, the 'Suicide Squad' has never entered Huaxia, which shows your patriotism. If you are willing to cooperate with us, we can agree to any of your demands!"

"Any demands?"

Lin Fan stared into Yang Feng's eyes and, seeing no deceit, slowly released his hand, saying, "Then eliminate the Zheng Group for me first, and I'll consider it."

"This... Mr. Lin should know very well that the Zheng Group is after all a top 500 enterprise in the country. If we take direct action, it will affect the business community in Huaxia, causing great shockwaves to the national economy," Yang Feng said with difficulty.

"Damn! If you can't even handle this small matter, there's no point in talking about any demands," Lin Fan sneered.

Worried that Lin Fan would lose interest in the cooperation, Yang Feng quickly said, "If Mr. Lin really wants to trip the Zheng Group, we can assist you. This is our greatest sincerity."

Lin Fan was not very interested in Yang Feng's sincerity, but since he was in Huaxia now, he didn't want to strain relations with the Huaxia authorities too much.

Lin Fan said, "I'm unable to help. You should be very clear about the rules of the Dark Realm—no organization or individual can get involved with the state, or they'll be hunted down by the entire Dark Realm!"

"But you have already left the Dark Realm, and we can help you deal with the B-K assassin organization," Yang Feng said.

Lin Fan shook his head and said, "I am the Tyrant, one of the three emperors of the Dark Realm. Even if I've left, I still symbolize the Dark Realm. It's like with Christianity; Jesus has been dead for many years, yet so many still believe in him? It's the same principle."

"Moreover, the B-K assassin organization is my enemy. I will eradicate them myself. I don't need your help."

This time, Yang Feng was silent.

Lin Fan lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, enjoying it, and said, "If there's nothing else, take me to the Sunshine District."

Yang Feng realized the conversation today had ended on a not-so-great note. Even if they continued, there would be no outcome, so he carefully put away the recording pen and drove away.

Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped in the Sunshine District.

Just as Lin Fan was about to get out of the car, Yang Feng hesitated and asked, "Mr. Lin, really not reconsidering?"

"My stance has been very clear," Lin Fan shrugged and said.

Yang Feng sighed slightly. Failing to get Lin Fan's support was a huge loss for him and all of Huaxia.

Then, Yang Feng wrote down his phone number and handed it to Lin Fan, "Mr. Lin, this is my number. I believe you will find a time when you need us here in Huaxia."

Lin Fan took the slip of paper and casually stuffed it into his pocket, "No need to mention my number, I'm sure you guys must have found it out by now."

Yang Feng forced a laugh, implying agreement.

Lin Fan opened the car door, thought for a moment, and suddenly said to Yang Feng, "Go back and tell your superior, I'm back in the country, definitely not for terrorist activities. After all, this is Huaxia, I am a Huaxia person, and... I am also patriotic!"

With that, Lin Fan turned and left.

Only Yang Feng was left staring dumbfoundedly at Lin Fan's dashing figure, a deep respect growing in his heart.

...

The place where Nalan Suqin lived was exactly the Sunshine District.

Having arranged to meet Nalan Qiankun today, Lin Fan, having nothing better to do and with the day turning dusky, decided to go find him.

Upon arriving at the door, Lin Fan didn't rush to go in but sent a text to Nalan Qiankun to tell him he had arrived.

After thinking for a moment, he also opened his private phone book and found the number of the Queen.

"Those foolish guys, do they really think that just because I've left the Dark Realm, my legend is no longer there?"

Lin Fan's narrowed eyes flashed with cold light, and he sent a text to the Queen: Keep an eye on B-K for me. After I've finished with domestic matters, I will personally go to the United States to settle this account with B-K. I'm counting on the 'Suicide Squad' brothers!

Soon, with a "ding," the Queen replied with a single "Okay!"

"With this woman around, a lot of trouble is indeed saved. It's a pity that those 81 knots on her are too hard to unravel, or I would have long had her as my woman."

Lin Fan smiled wryly, stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and after a short wait, a black Jetta car slowly drove out from the Sunshine District, stopping in front of Lin Fan.

The car door opened, and Nalan Qiankun immediately got out.

"Fan,"

Nalan Qiankun stood in front of Lin Fan, slightly bowing his head, his face full of respect.

Lin Fan curiously looked at the Jetta car and said, "Is this your car?"

"Yes! This car was passed down to me when my sister changed cars. I know it's not easy for her, so I'm just making do with it. If Fan doesn't feel comfortable with this, I can call the rental company to send a BMW," Nalan Qiankun hurriedly explained, worried that Lin Fan looked down on his current situation.

Lin Fan frowned and said, "Go buy a BMW 7 Series tomorrow. You'll be a person of status from now on. While cars are a consumable, they also represent your image. I'll cover the cost of the car. Let's get in first!"

Saying that, Lin Fan opened the car door and got in. In truth, he didn't make a big fuss about what car he rode in.

Hearing this, Nalan Qiankun's respect for Lin Fan deepened by three points, full of longing at Lin Fan's words "a person of status!"

Once in the car, Nalan Qiankun personally handed Lin Fan a cigarette and lit it, saying, "Fan, where are we going?"

"Have you heard of 'Nighttime Heavy Makeup'?" Lin Fan leaned back in the seat and said casually.

"I've heard of it. It's said to be a famous nightlife place in East Sea, where many minor celebrities perform. Fan, you want to go there?" Nalan Qiankun was a bit surprised.

Someone of Lin Fan's status surely shouldn't be lacking women around him, why go to such a nightlife place?

Lin Fan searched his memory, lifted the corner of his mouth and said, "Yes, let's go to Nighttime Heavy Makeup."

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