"I\'m sorry, sir. Mr. Chu fan doesn\'t see anyone. Please go back." the bodyguard reached out to stop the door and said politely.

Outside his villa, there is a silver and blue Aston Martin, with smooth models, Silver Charm colors and prices of more than 5.5 million. If you drive to the gate of the University, many beautiful girls will compete to sit in.

The owner, apparently, was the man stopped by the bodyguard. He looks only in his early twenties. He is very handsome, but he has a kind of domineering momentum.

"No? He\'s such a big shelf."

The man spoke fluent Mandarin and said angrily, "tell him right away that Gong benchuan, the personal disciple of naonan Miyamoto, the gambling king of Japan, wants to challenge him. If he admits that he is a shrinking turtle, I\'ll go right away, otherwise, I\'ll call him out."

Chu fan came out and happened to hear this sentence. He was almost blown up. Who is this? I don\'t know you. I\'m not a master of gambling. What do you challenge me? If you want to challenge, you should also find the gambling God he Xiaocai.

"Let him in."

He Zixiong ordered from a distance that the two bodyguards of Gong benchuan should get out of the way immediately. Gong benchuan would have seen several people coming, otherwise he would not have said that. Now, no one stopped him. He strode in with a proud face and went straight to Chu fan.

Before waiting to speak, Chu fan first asked, "are you Chinese?"

"It used to be, but it\'s not now." Miyamoto Chuan straightened his chest and said proudly, "I\'m a Japanese now. I\'m a personal disciple of Naoto Miyamoto, the Japanese gambling king. My Japanese name is Miyamoto Chuan."

"Is your father Japanese?" Chu fan asked.

Miyamoto Chuan simply replied, "No."

"Is your grandfather Japanese?" Chu fan continued.

Miyamoto Chuan was impatient: "what do you want to ask?"

"What I want to say is, do you recognize a Japanese as your father with the consent of your father and your grandfather?" Chu fan suddenly burst out a fierce murderous spirit in his eyes. He took a step forward and said in a harsh voice, "how many of our compatriots were killed by the Japanese in China that year? There may be your grandfather and your grandmother among the abused women."

"You are an unfaithful and unfilial animal, not as good as a pig or a dog."

Every time Chu fan scolded, he took one step forward and three steps in a row. Miyamoto Chuan followed and retreated three steps in a row. His face was pale. He was not ashamed, but Chu fan\'s momentum was too strong, which made him have a kind of fear of heart and soul.

At this time, he Zixiong finally couldn\'t see it anymore. He hurried forward to block between the two and advised: "Mr. Chu fan calmed down. Now it\'s an era of peace. The things of that year have passed, so don\'t mention it again."

"Mr. He, where is your ancestral home?" Chu fan stared at he Zixiong.

He Zixiong is not a fledgling guy like Miyamoto Chuan. He immediately realized the meaning of Chu fan\'s words and said faintly: "My family, whose ancestral home is Fujian, came to Macao because of the war. Although I hate the Japanese people very much, if there was no war, where would I come from now? Besides, Mr. Miyamoto Chuan, who represents the Japanese gambling king Naoto Miyamoto, how can my family explain to others if there is an accident in my family?"

His meaning is very clear. If you kill Miyamoto Chuan elsewhere, I don\'t even look at it. But no one can do it at any house.

Chu fan nodded: "OK, I\'ll give Mr. He face and promise not to beat this bastard who recognizes thieves as his father."

"You..." Gong benchuan was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but he didn\'t dare to offend Chu fan. He was afraid to annoy him and beat himself half to death. He knew better than anyone about the tragedy of Hong Xing society on Hong Kong Island.

"What are you? Am I wrong?" Chu fanleng snorted. "You are treacherous, sell for glory, recognize the Japanese as your father, and say you are an animal. Even pigs and dogs will feel wronged."

He Zixiong can\'t even watch it anymore. This guy can scold too much. He\'s just disgraced. Gong benchuan deserves it. You\'ll offend anyone well, but you\'ll come to the door to scold. Isn\'t he full?

"Well, well, let\'s say less in the face of he family." he Zixiong had to make things right and asked, "Mr. Miyamoto, are you looking for Mr. Chufan?"

"Yes, I want to get justice for Hong Xing\'s dead and injured brothers." Gong benchuan said with dignity. It seems that he is the messenger of justice and the embodiment of justice.

Chu fan asked curiously, "what does Hong Xing\'s business have to do with you?"

"The Dragon Master of Hong Xing is close friends with my master Gong Ben Zhengnan, and Ruan Hongfei and I are also the best friends." Gong benchuan shouted angrily, "you executioner with bloody hands, I want to get justice for the dead dragon master, Ruan Hongfei framed by you and those Hong Xing disciples mutilated by you today."

"My hands are bloody?" Chu fan sneered, "The Japanese slaughtered tens of thousands of unarmed people in China, even babies. Why don\'t you want to get justice for them? I was surrounded by more than 1000 people with knives and guns. Am I wrong to protect myself? I should stand there and let them chop me into meat? Cao NIMA, do you believe I\'ll crush you now?"

Miyamoto Chuan\'s face turned green when he was scolded, but he was stunned and didn\'t dare to refute. He was really afraid of being killed by this tyrannical guy.

"Hum, I\'m a civilized man. I don\'t have the same knowledge as you." Gong benchuan took a deep breath and said coldly, "I\'m here today to compare gambling with you. If I don\'t gamble, I\'ll gamble with you."

Before Chu fan could speak, there was a cold cry behind him: "I bet with you for Chu fan."

He Bingqian, holding Jennifer, her mother with a high nose, deep eyes and fair skin, came slowly.

"Mommy, this is the one who woke you up. His name is Chu fan." he Bingqian held his mother to Chu fan and said gratefully, "Chu fan, I apologize for my bad attitude before and thank you again. Thank you for waking my mother up."

Chu fan waved his hand: "it\'s nothing. I took the money."

"Mr. Chu, you and Kiki are a good match," Jennifer said with a smile. "I won\'t say thank you. When you and Kiki get married, I will prepare a big gift as your wedding gift."

"Ah!" Zheng Xueqi screamed and covered her face. She was ashamed and stamped her feet angrily. "Grandma he, what are you talking about? I... brother Chu and I are not the kind of relationship you think."

Jennifer obviously loved Zheng Xueqi very much. With a smile, she pulled her in front of her, stroked her hair, and whispered with a smile, "grandma is from the past. Can you hide it from me? Don\'t worry, grandma will make decisions for you and ensure that you are satisfied."

"Grandma!" Zheng Xueqi blushed and dared not look up. She plunged into Jennifer\'s arms like an ostrich and couldn\'t come out.

On the other side, he Bingqian looked at Miyamoto Chuan and said coldly, "Miyamoto Chuan, do you still bet?"

Miyamoto Chuan secretly complained. How did he provoke the eldest lady out? I\'m looking for Chu fan. What does it have to do with you? Are you interested in this little white face, too?

"Miss He, I\'m gambling with Chu fan. It has nothing to do with your family. Therefore, please don\'t interfere in our affairs."

"Chu fan has just saved my mother, and I expect him to save my father." he Bingqian sneered, "don\'t you want my father to recover when you come to Chu fan to gamble your life at this time?"

Miyamoto Chuan quickly waved his hand: "no, no, I absolutely didn\'t mean that. I... I just came to Chu fan to avenge Hong Xing\'s Dragon Master."

"Dragon master? As far as I know, the Dragon Master was killed by his grandson Ruan Hongfei. If you want to avenge the dragon master, you should go to Ruan Hongfei."

"No, no, no, how could Ruan Hongfei kill his grandfather? Chu fan ordered it."

"Do you have any evidence?"

"Er..."

He Bingqian sneered: "without evidence, can I also say that you ordered Ruan Hongfei to kill his grandfather?"

"You..."

"Don\'t be angry. I\'m just talking about things. There\'s no evidence. Why can you say that Chu fan killed the dragon master?" he Bingqian snorted coldly. "If there\'s nothing else, please go back and don\'t send it!"

Miyamoto Chuan angrily said, "wait a minute, even if the death of Lord long has nothing to do with Chu fan, he killed so many people in Hongxing and cut off more than 100 brothers\' arms in Hongxing himself. He can\'t afford this account?"

"Someone!" he Bingqian drank, and the bodyguards in the villa rushed over, at least more than 30.

He Bingqian glanced at Miyamoto Kawa and hummed, "I\'ll let them kill you now. You can\'t resist. If you dare to touch them, I\'ll go to your master and ask your master Naoto Miyamoto to to pay for their lives."

"You... You are unreasonable."

"I\'m unreasonable? Will Hong Xing\'s people be allowed to chase Chu fan, but I\'m not allowed to chase you?" he Bingqian sneered. "Chu fan\'s ability to survive is his ability. If you have half of his ability to survive, talk to me again. Do it!"

"Slow down, slow down!" Gong benchuan was sweating. He quickly waved his hand to stop and took a deep breath. "OK, I won\'t mention Hong Xing. I just want to gamble with Chu fan. Is that always OK?"

"I refuse!" Chu fan took his shoulder and glanced at him disdainfully. "If you want to bet, bet? Who do you think you are?"

Miyamoto Chuan is about to vomit blood. How can such a person refuse to gamble? You are the king of murder. Don\'t you even want the face of the king of murder?

When he Bingqian was about to send someone off, Chu fan suddenly said, "however, if you can take out some decent gifts, I think I can play with you for the sake of gifts."