"Somebody, take them down!"

Mandela was polite to Zheng Xueqi and didn't have a good face to others. With a tiger's face and an order, a large group of tough soldiers rushed up behind him and aimed their guns at everyone, including Bowen and soldiers.

The soldiers brought by Bowen were unwilling to show weakness. They raised their guns and confronted Mandela's people.

Seeing this scene, Bowen's heart is about to jump out. Mandela is a very important figure in South Africa. He is one of the major generals of the major ruling party in South Africa. He holds military power and even ordinary small countries dare not provoke him.

The people he brought happened to be democratic fighters opposed to the ruling party. The two factions were originally incompatible. Now there is a conflict because of him. Once things get big, it will be a fatal blow to their Johnson family business.

At that time, Bowen still wants to be the heir? It would be nice not to be shot by Dad.

"Stop!" Bowen shouted quickly and walked forward with a smile on his face. "General Mandela, misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding. I think he looks like a friend of mine..."

"Do you invite friends like this?" Mandela was not so easy to deceive. He hummed coldly. "I don't care what your background is. Don't make trouble for me in South Africa, do you hear me?"

"Yes, I'll go right away. I'll go right away." Bowen didn't dare to talk nonsense. He couldn't even wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and hurriedly called people to retreat.

Democratic fighters are just bluffing. There are too few of them and too many of the other side. There is also general Mandela. If they really want to fight, they will die in vain. Now that there are steps, who dares to insist, they withdraw their guns one after another, follow Bowen and leave quickly, and walk away in a blink of an eye.

When they all left, Mandela looked at Chu fan and asked coldly, "who are you?"

Chu fan didn't understand. He hurriedly asked Zheng Xueqi beside him and got Zheng Xueqi's translation. Chu fan adjusted his skirt and said, "I'm Chu fan, a major officer of the Chinese special forces."

"Are you a major?" Zheng Xueqi dared not set the channel. "This is not a joke. Don't lose face and throw it abroad."

Chu fan didn't have a good way: "are you kidding about this? I haven't counted the credit for saving you this time. Otherwise, I may be the senior colonel now."

"Just blow."

Zheng Xueqi skimmed her lips. Although she didn't believe it in her heart, she still dutifully translated his words for Chu fan.

"Major?"

Mandela also didn't believe it, but he didn't ask. He warmly greeted them to get on the bus and wanted to send them to the hotel to rest, but Zheng Xueqi politely declined. She doesn't want to stay here for a moment now. She just wants to go home as soon as possible.

Mandela understood this, took out his mobile phone, dialed Zheng Juncheng's phone, asked their father and daughter to report peace first, and then sent them to a high-end hotel near the airport.

No way, the fastest flight also needs to take off tomorrow morning, so they must stay here for one night.

Zheng Xueqi tearfully talked with her father for a long time, handed the phone to Chu fan, muttered, "here, my father wants to talk to you."

"Hello, Mr. Zheng, this is Chu fan." Chu Fan said faintly.

"Chu fan, I've heard of you. Thanks to you this time, I can save the little girl from the pirate's nest." Zheng Juncheng's Mandarin is not as fluent as his daughter, but he can hear it clearly.

Chu fan smiled faintly: "Mr. Zheng is polite. This is what I should do."

"Although you are the duty, I still want to express it." Zheng Juncheng laughed. "There's not much to say on the phone. When you and your little girl return to Hong Kong Island, we'll have a good time."

After chatting for a few words, Chu fan handed the phone to Mandela. Mandela chatted with Zheng Juncheng again. He looked at Chu fan in surprise, nodded and hung up the phone.

"Mr. Chu is the famous King of murder. It was rude just now." Mandela suddenly made a 180 degree turn in his attitude towards Chu fan. He was not respectful, but he was much kinder.

When Zheng Xueqi finished translating for Mandela, she suddenly reacted and exclaimed, "are you the king of murder? God, how is this possible?"

"Why can't I be the king of murder?" Chu fan didn't have a good way. "Do you want me to engrave the word" king of murder "on my forehead and you'll believe it?"

"No, it's just... There's a big gap between you and the murderer I heard."

Zheng Xueqi's killer King sneaked out of the country alone for his girlfriend and beauty. He slaughtered the rattlesnake organization overnight. None of them remained. He successfully rescued the two women unharmed.

The story of the murderer king was spread to Hong Kong Island. Zheng Xueqi still worships the murderer king. She really wants to be the heroine and be rescued by the murderer king. Only emotions that have experienced the test of life and death are called love.

But Chu fan, how can he compare with the king of murder? The woman of the murderer king is Chinese, but Chu fan's woman is a hybrid named Natasha. How can he be the murderer king?

Soon, the two were sent to the grand hotel. Although the scale was not as big as the five-star hotel in China, the facilities were good enough to be comparable to the three-star hotel in China.

Because Chu fan was the king of murder and an officer of major Huaxia, Mandela specially entertained the two for dinner and left a platoon of soldiers to protect them, so he blushed and left reluctantly.

There's no way. Chu fan can drink too much. After drinking a meal, they almost have nothing to talk about. Mandela is more enthusiastic to him than Zheng Xueqi. Zheng Xueqi was depressed. She didn't eat much, but she was sulky.

Originally, Mandela prepared two rooms for the two, but in this strange environment, he almost got off the ship and was kidnapped. Zheng Xueqi had great doubts about the safety here. When Chu fan opened the door and went back to her room, she followed in.

"Young lady, you won't sleep with me?" Chu Fan said with a teasing smile.

Is your charm so great?

Zheng Xueqi gave him a cold look: "don't stink. I don't feel at ease with those soldiers outside. It's safer to be with you. But I warn you, if you dare to touch me again, you'll be dead."

Chu fan was stunned and said, "did I touch you?"

Suddenly, Zheng Xueqi's face turned red and she secretly blamed herself. How can such a thing be said? Can't he think he's deliberately seducing him?

"I sleep in bed tonight and you sleep on the sofa." Zheng Xueqi directly occupied the big bed and pulled the quilt to wrap herself tightly. But although she turned her back to Chu fan, she was still very nervous.

Am I in a trap? What if this guy is a beast? But is he really the king of murder? If he is really the king of murder... Bah, bah, bah, even if he is really the king of murder, he can't touch Miss Ben again.

Woo woo, how could he be the king of murder? That's my idol. I don't believe in love anymore

Chu fan has been squeezed by Natasha all day. Now even if Zheng Xueqi takes off to seduce him, he may not be able to do it. He drank a lot of wine in the evening. Now he just wants to have a good sleep.

So, while Zheng Xueqi was thinking, Chu fan was already lying on the sofa and sleeping.

Now, Zheng Xueqi is even more angry. You can still sleep with such a beautiful beauty on your side? Are you a pig? But she was angry. She didn't dare to wake Chu fan up, but she doubted her appearance. All night, she didn't get a good sleep and spent the night in a muddle.

The next morning, escorted by Mandela, they came to South Africa International Airport and took a plane straight to Hong Kong Island. The whole journey took 13 hours. Zheng Xueqi, who had not slept all night, got up sleepy on the plane, lay down in a wide and comfortable chair and soon fell asleep.

Zheng Xueqi has hardly slept a whole night since she was captured by pirates. Now, she is finally going home, and her tense mind is finally relaxed.

Chu fan doesn't care much about her unruly and capricious. How many rich young ladies have a little temper? How many can be as knowledgeable and reasonable as Su Yuan?

Zheng Xueqi is pretty good. If she were an ordinary girl, she would have been scared to death when she was caught in the pirate's nest. It's not easy for her to survive until now.

Therefore, when she unconsciously leaned against Chu fan's shoulder, Chu fan didn't push her away, but gently moved her, which made her lie more comfortable.

Zheng Xueqi slept for more than ten hours, and Chu fan sat for more than ten hours without moving.

Finally, when the stewardess suggested that the plane was about to land, Zheng Xueqi finally woke up and found herself lying in Chu fan's arms with a small pillow on her head and a blanket on her body.

Her hand tightly hugged Chu fan's waist, and Chu fan's chest was wet. Zheng Xueqi's face turned red. Is it her saliva? God, how could I sleep with him for so long? Still drooling?

"Wake up?" Chu fan didn't care too much, stretched his waist and said with relief. "The plane will land soon, my task will be completed soon, and I can finally go home."

"Thank you."

Zheng Xueqi's heart is very contradictory. She is not a girl regardless of right and wrong. Chu fan risked her life to save her from the pirate nest. She should thank him well. But at the thought of what he did, she felt that Chu fan was dirty and dirty.

Now, she will see her father soon. She doesn't have to be afraid anymore, but it also means that she wants to say goodbye to Chu fan. In her heart, she suddenly felt that the sleep she had just slept with him was the most stable and surest in her history.

What's the matter with me? Like him? How is that possible.