Chapter 13

.Chen Fan, really is Zhao family's distinguished guest!!!Her heart was filled with infinite remorse, and her eyes looking at Chen Fan were even more full of resentment.If Chen Fan had told her earlier...The next morning, Chen Fan set off for Zizhu Lin Clubhouse with Zhao Yuyao and his secretary, Chengcheng.

Zizhu Lin Guild Hall, this is the most trustworthy place in Jing Shui City.

Once you sign the agreement here, you must abide by its terms. Otherwise, you will face repercussions from the club.

It is said that behind the Purple Bamboo Pavilion lies an extremely powerful force.

So even someone like Li Haisheng, a local expert in Jing Shui City, had to humble himself when facing the Zizhu Lin Restaurant.

Upon arriving at the Zizhu Lin Pavilion, Chen Fan saw that it was incredibly spacious, occupying an area three or four times the size of the Tianshan Villa!

Zhao Yuyao smiled and introduced: "Master Chen, the Zizhu Lin Guild Hall covers an area of 5,000 mu. It is the largest guild hall in our Jing Shui City. This is only the current situation, because the Zizhu Lin Guild Hall is still developing new areas."

Within the Purple Bamboo Forest Clubhouse, there are facilities including but not limited to bars, horse racing tracks, golf courses, and shooting ranges. These are all open to the public at the Purple Bamboo Forest Clubhouse, and many people who engage in gambling come to the Purple Bamboo Forest Clubhouse to sign agreements.

Once the agreement is signed, even if a big person loses, they have to abide by the wager, or otherwise, they will face the retribution of the Zizhu Lin Guild Hall.

Chen Fan nodded slightly, it seemed that this Zizhu Lin Hui indeed had a background.

Does this mean that the disappearance of the Chen family was also connected to the Purple Bamboo Pavilion

In the underground parking lot, three people were about to take the elevator upstairs when a familiar voice of mockery rang out.

Sun Wubin looked at Chen Fan with disdain. "Isn't this the 'soft rice king', Chen Fan I didn't expect to meet you here."

Zhang Mengwan leaned against Sun Wenbin, a look of intense disdain in her eyes. She seemed to even find it beneath her to speak to Chen Fan.

Zhao Yuyao saw this, her brow furrowed. She was just about to stand up for Chen Fan when...

Chen Fan smiled and shook his head: "Miss Zhao, let's go. Why get angry over two dogs."

Sun Wenbin and Zhang Mengwan's faces turned pale when they heard this, wanting to scold someone, but Chen Fan and his three companions had already entered the elevator.

Sun Wubin sneered and said, "Mengwan, don't worry, my brother Sun Wenxiang returned home last night. Sooner or later, I will let Chen Fan, this bastard, know that we are people he can never afford to offend!"

Zhang Mengwan's face finally softened upon hearing this. She said, "I want to make Chen Fan a cripple! He dared to humiliate me in front of so many people, this is the price he has to pay!"

Sun Wenbin sneered and nodded, "Rest assured, I'll take care of this!"

......

Chen Fan and two others arrived at the hall on the first floor. The three of them sat in the lobby for a while. Seeing that there were still a few hours before the meeting began, Chen Fan felt bored.

Zhao Yuyao saw this and laughed, "Chen Gongzi, shall we go to the shooting range for a while It's still early anyway."

Chen Fan smiled and nodded in agreement without much care.

Anyway, I'm just keeping Zhao Yuyao company.

Then the three arrived at the shooting range, and as they were putting on their protective gear, Zhang Mengwan and Sun Wenbin walked up from behind.

Chen Fan ignored the two of them, acting as if he didn't see them.

Zhang Mengwan couldn't stand being ignored by others the most. She sneered directly: "Chen Fan, this Zizhu Lin Guild isn't a place anyone is qualified to enter."

"You country bumpkin, aren't you afraid of being embarrassed coming to a place like this"

On the side, Sun Wenbin also joined in the mockery: "Miss Zhao, I know you said last time that Chen Fan was your boyfriend because he accidentally saved your life. You were just trying to help him out of a difficult situation."

"Miss Zhao, you might as well listen to my advice. Chen Fan is just a country bumpkin and not worthy of you at all. A man like him, with no money or power, is simply garbage. How could he possibly be seen at events like this alongside someone as prominent as Miss Zhao"

Zhao Yuyáo heard the two people mocking Chen Fan, her face instantly turned gloomy. She glanced at Chen Fan and saw that the latter had no anger, but she still couldn't bear it in her heart.

Then, Zhao Yuy Yao coldly snorted: “What I want to do doesn’t concern the two of you!”

Although Zhao Yuy Yao wasn't as aware of Chen Fan's terrifying background as Zhao Tianlong, she had still witnessed Chen Fan making Sun Wen kneel and beg for mercy.

Besides already having a good impression of Chen Fan, she naturally wouldn't tolerate others ridiculing him like this.

At this time, Sun Wenbin picked up the unchambered Browning pistol on the table and said to Zhao Miss, "Zhao Miss, I heard you are very talented in shooting. Why don't we have a shooting competition"

Zhao Yuy Yao said coldly, "I'm not interested!"

Sun Wenbin let out a sigh and looked at Chen Fan, sneering: "It seems Miss Zhao refused the competition to spare your face, you bumpkin. After all, someone like you probably hasn't even stepped foot in a place like a shooting range in your entire life."

Sun Wubin twirled the pistol in his hand, slowly loading a magazine into it. He looked at Chen Fan and asked, "Hey Peasant, do you know what kind of pistol this is Do you really think that by climbing onto Miss Zhao's branch, you'll make us look at you with admiration"

"Salted fish will always be salted fish, even if it flips over, it's still salted fish!"

Chen Fan gave a cold smile and said faintly, "Colt M1911 pistol, because its designer is Mr. Browning, it is also known as the Browning M1911."

It uses .45 caliber bullets, with a magazine capacity of seven rounds and a maximum of 7 1 rounds. Its bullet muzzle velocity is 246 meters per second and its maximum range is only fifty meters. It is a classic service pistol.

As soon as this was said.

Even the range staff and security personnel were a little surprised. They didn't expect Chen Fan, dressed in ordinary clothes, to have such a deep understanding of firearms.

Everyone couldn't help but take another look at Chen Fan.

And this scene made Sun Wenbin and Zhang Mengwan, who had originally planned to humiliate Chen Fan properly, furious.

Originally, I intended to take advantage of this country bumpkin's ignorance of firearms, but instead, he managed to equip himself quite well!

Sun Wubin suddenly laughed and said, "You only know you can't do it, don't you dare to compete Why not have a competition"

Then Chen Fan suddenly laughed: "A shooting contest Are you sure"

Beside him, Zhang Mengwan didn't know why Chen Fan was so confident and instead laughed: "Chen Fan, do you really think that after reading some gun knowledge on Baidu a few times, you can pretend to be a gun master"

"Young Master Sun has received formal firearm training since he was a child. You are asking for trouble! You're a useless country bumpkin, full of yourself!"

Sun Wenbin continued, "Since we're going to compete, why not add some excitement"

"Chen Fan, how about we make a bet Rest assured, as long as the agreement is signed, even in this Zizhu Lin Hall, if the Jade Emperor himself came, he'd have to put up a wager."

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow: "Oh What are we betting on"

Sun Wenbin sneered: “Since we’re gambling, let’s make it big. How about... five million”

Chen Fan thought about it for a moment, then shook his head.

On the side, Zhang Mengwan saw this and thought Chen Fan was scared. She immediately jumped out to taunt him: “Chen Fan, you country bumpkin, is that all your courage You can't even come up with five million, and you still want to frame Young Master Sun, how ridiculous!”

Chen Fan shook his head and said, "A mere 5 million It's not even worth my while to risk a round. The stakes are too low."

"How about this: I offer the development rights to Zhao Group's suburban project as leverage, Sun Wenbin. You raise your bet to five hundred million"hen Fan's eyes, she was filled with astonishment.Although he didn't understand why Lin Xing was so respectful to Chen Fan, he could guess that Chen Fan's identity must be extraordinary!Otherwise, as t...