that her nightgown was completely torn, her originally stunning face was swollen, covered in blood, and her body was bruised and scarred with wounds. A surge of inexplicable anger ignited in his hear...When Ye Fan got out of the car, he realized that a dozen burly black men in black T-shirts had just gotten off the SUV. They were standing respectfully beside the Rolls Royce at this time, watching their surroundings with alertness.

Ye Fan immediately recognized the black man standing at the front, it was He Long, Andre's personal bodyguard. He glanced at him.

Seeing Ye Fan looking at him, Black Dragon immediately respectfully nodded to Ye Fan, his eyes also holding a hint of anticipation.

"Hey, Blackie," Ye Fan walked straight to the black dragon's face and raised his fist to slam it on the black dragon's solid chest. "You've gotten even more muscular."

Seeing that Ye Fan still remembered him, Heilong immediately rushed to him with a smile, revealing a row of white and neat teeth.

Black Dragon was born in an African country that has been embroiled in constant warfare. At the age of six, he killed his first person. At seven, he joined the rebel army. By sixteen, he became the most terrifying cutthroat in the hands of the rebel leader. When he was eighteen, he was bought from the rebel leader's grasp by Andre with a pile of weapons and became Andre's personal bodyguard and driver.

At twenty years old, he was ordered by Ander to engage in a life-or-death duel with Ye Fan.

As a result, Ye Fan only took ten seconds to shock him.

After that, he who never smiled, would show a faint smile every time he saw Chen Fan.

"You black bastard, you never smile in front of Master Andre!" Seeing Black Dragon smirk at Ye Fan, Andre behind Ye Fan kicked him on the ass and cursed.

However, he couldn't beat Black Dragon. At this time, Ye Fan was already walking towards the hotel lobby, while Black Dragon stared at Andre with a sullen face, angering Andre so much that he wanted to kick him. But considering this man's terrifying methods, he wisely stopped himself.

Over the years, Black Dragon has been by Andre's side, becoming his most trusted person. He entrusts Black Dragon with many things. Moreover, several times when Andre was in mortal danger, it was Black Dragon who saved him.

"Andrei, you guys go back first. I'll contact you if I need anything." Just then, Ye Fan suddenly turned his head and said.

"Ah…"

Hearing Ye Fan's command, Andre was slightly taken aback, thinking that Ye Fan was dissatisfied with his arrangement.

"We'll operate separately and avoid drawing too much attention," Ye Fan nodded and said, "Just do what I say, and I'll contact you in the next two days."

Andre nodded and told the dozen black bodyguards, "Let's go, back."

After seeing their convoy drive away, Ye Fan finally stepped onto the hotel steps and walked into the lobby. Just as he had just gone in, a man in a suit from China walked into the elevator.

This time, Fatty took care of all the procedures for his trip abroad. After all, Fatty had always worked in a government agency, and it was very easy for him to help Ye Fan with some documents. Coming to South Africa, Ye Fan didn't want to leave any trace. Besides, once Xu Chu knew that he hadn't been intercepted, he would definitely contact the intelligence system and embassy in South Africa.

However, Ye Fan was not afraid of being watched here.

After checking into his room, Ye Fan walked straight upstairs. This hotel was a global chain hotel, and recently many people from China had stayed there. Ye Fan's arrival did not attract much attention.

He immediately took out his computer from his bag as soon as he entered his room. Instead of using the hotel's Wi-Fi, he pulled out a portable wireless network and plugged it into his computer. Soon, he opened their group communication tool.

It's obvious that this software was last logged in by Fatty, just three days ago. It seems like he came to have a look before Ye Fan decided to go to South Africa. There's no news from Lin Bing for the time being, and there's no information about him on any communication tools. Ye Fan felt a little disappointed in his heart.

Just as Ye Fan was preparing to go offline, he unexpectedly discovered that the fat man's avatar actually lit up. He casually sent a message over.

"Fatso, I'm in South Africa."

"I see, you and Long Er put on quite a show." Fatty replied quickly.

"How did you know we were acting" Ye Fan lit a cigarette and typed on the keyboard.

"Hey, you think you can fool everyone, even me, Fatty Old Xu was so angry he glared and banged on the table." Fatty replied with a laughing emoji and then said, "But the fact that they are putting so much emphasis on you this time means there must be something going on in South Africa."

"Yes, I already guessed it."

Moreover, I've made some new discoveries recently.

“Said.”

"Are you in love with a goddess named Mo Ziyan" The fat man smirked and rolled his eyes.

"Damn, I just think she's pretty. When it comes to dating, she's way off."

As Ye Fan spoke, Mo Ziyan's figure immediately popped into his mind. That particularly quiet girl in a white dress had never spoken to him. However, compared to the stunning beauties Tang Yan and Si Kong Yanyan, Mo Ziyan was still lacking.

"She has a really awesome father." The fat man replied quickly.

"How awesome are we talking Don't tell me you're some rich family's illegitimate daughter."

"The head of a painting and calligraphy academy, who also seemed to hold the title of president of the Art Association or something like that."

Upon seeing the message from the Fatty, Ye Fan's mind immediately flashed back to a magazine he had seen on the first floor of the Si Kong Group that day. The magazine featured photos of Mo Ziyan and her father. However, in today's society, a title like "President of the Calligraphy and Painting Academy" was practically commonplace and hardly impressive at all.

However, Fatty must have a reason for discussing this with him. He also felt like he was onto something, but always missed the crucial point.

"Oh, what do you find amiss" Ye Fan asked.

"They must be from the Mo family, without a doubt." It took about a minute for the fat man to reply.

"The Mo family" Ye Fan frowned, his mind rapidly searching for an answer. After a while, he typed on the keyboard: "I have some understanding of the Mo family's affairs. I didn't expect any remnants to be left behind. But it doesn't matter, I only want to investigate what happened that year now."

"What if the Mo family was also involved in what happened back then" The fatty's voice turned menacing.

"No mercy." Ye Fan didn't hesitate at all, directly typing on the keyboard.

“Okay, keep in touch. I’m off now. I should have a breakthrough soon. By the way, you’ve been causing trouble everywhere. The Green Gang and the Three Mouths Group have already put you on their blacklist. If they know you’re in South Africa, they might come after you.” After saying that, Fatso’s avatar turned black, and he went offline.

Blacklist Ye Fan sneered in his heart, if they really dared to come to South Africa, he would kill one for each one who came.

Seeing the fat man's head portrait turn black, he also retreated from inside, silently smoking a cigarette. His mind was racing, logically speaking, the Mo family had already fallen at that time and had no ability to interfere with the events of the year, but how could there be their shadow

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