Chapter 9: Hall Master Wang: My God Of War Has Arrived, Time To Show Off
Arrogant.
Extremely arrogant.
The thugs brought by Sun Yaowei were all strong and robust, not comparable to ordinary gang members, clearly experienced, probably often participating in individual fights and melee brawls, good thugs.
“Kid, you’re fucking arrogant.”
The thug with a bald head and a scar at the corner of his eye swung a slap with all his might, wanting to slap the reckless guy in front of him senseless with one strike.
Lin Fan decisively swung the chair leg in his hand. He didn’t want to say any more nonsense now; what he wanted was combat, and at the same time, he wanted to test with his current body intensity just how many people he could handle.
A chair leg is also a club; as long as it can be swung, in his view, staff technique could be applied.
Bang.
The bald man let out a miserable scream, clutching his head gushing with blood, lying on the ground wailing.
“Head split open, bleeding.”
Sun Yaowei, sitting there with his arm around a beauty, narrowed his eyes slightly, but it didn’t affect his composure. He was very confident in his group of thugs, supplying them with big fish and meat, raising their muscular bodies, making them carry heavy loads daily to build muscle, and they often engaged in private fights.
They had long been a group of experienced thugs.
The closing-in thugs were clearly stunned, obviously not expecting blood to be drawn right at the start, instantly igniting their ferocity as they viciously pounced toward Lin Fan.
On the second floor, Chen Liang sneered, “Does he really think he’s somebody?”
The other onlookers nodded in agreement; two fists can’t beat four hands, no matter how skilled you are, the result is the same.
And seeing the fight, they were extremely excited; such a scene wasn’t often seen.
Gradually, the situation felt off.
Bang!
Bang!
One miserable scream after another came.
Lin Fan swung the chair club furiously at the group of thugs, not dodging at all, letting their fists land on him.
It didn’t hurt much.
To say he felt nothing would definitely be false.
But it truly didn’t hurt much, not even a tenth of the pain from being struck with a club.
The group of thugs stuck to him like plasters, making it hard for him to swing freely. He directly threw away the chair leg, clenched his fists tightly, and punched out, each fist hitting flesh, elbowing jaws, blood spraying.
Wang Changhai clenched his fingers into fists, nails digging into flesh, body trembling, eyes bloodshot as he watched Lin Fan fighting with that group.
When he saw Lin Fan get hit, his heart bled, feeling extreme heartache, but when he saw Lin Fan swing back and punch the opponent until his face was unrecognizable, he really wanted to shout out loud: well done.
This was his man.
A confidant he had promoted.
And now, it was his confidant unwilling to see him, as hall master, publicly humiliated, disregarding his own safety, fighting desperately with others.
He wanted to cry, really wanted to cry.
He had already joined a gang and become hall master; how could he cry?
He remembered what someone had once told him: to make a name in the gang, you need to be ruthless and merciless; loyalty is long gone.
But he wanted to say, it exists, it always has.
This fucking is loyalty.
The subordinates guarding the door, not allowing even a fly to escape, watched Brother Lin’s berserk combat form, each one excited and boiling with blood, shouting in their hearts.
Go Brother Lin, take down this group of guys.
Sun Yaowei’s subordinates kept falling, miserable screams continuous, the atmosphere at the scene quietly changing, all the onlookers mouths agape, faces showing shock.
This guy is a monster, right?
Eighteen strong thugs, few left standing, the floor tiles underfoot dyed red with blood, while Lin Fan at the center was like a berserk bloodthirsty God of War, step by step approaching one of the thugs still standing.
“Don’t come over, don’t come over.”
The remaining thug’s face was pale, legs weak; he had never seen such a terrifying guy in his life.
Lin Fan walked up to him, directly hoisted him overhead, and smashed him fiercely onto a nearby table. With a crash, table and chairs shattered amid the opponent’s wails, reaching everyone’s ears present.
At this moment, dead silence, so quiet even breathing could be heard.
Lin Fan stood proudly, unmoving, letting the blood on his fists drip to the ground. Of course, this wasn’t his blood; it was theirs.
The intensity after beginner body refining entry level is very high; now it doesn’t hurt at all, not even any bruising.
The benefit of strict martial way control.
It was embodied in this moment.
Not even half a decent fighter among them.
Feeling the crowd’s shocked gazes, he felt exceptionally pleased inside, grabbed his torn clothes, and with a slight tug, ripped off his upper garment with a tear, revealing perfect muscles hard for ordinary people to achieve.
Not long ago, his physique wasn’t this perfect; as body refining proficiency increased, his body had quietly changed.
Now that things had reached this point.
Showing off his physique didn’t seem excessive.
At this time, Sun Yaowei seemed calm, but actually wasn’t; his legs under the table trembled severely, the scene before him completely scaring him silly.
What situation?
Dreaming?
The eighteen ruthless men who protected him, claimed unbeatable in Yong’an City, just got taken down like that?
He’s coming.
Fuck!
This guy is walking toward me.
Sun Yaowei nervously swallowed, thinking of his identity, his nearly leaping heart calming a bit.
He was the son of the Fierce Tiger Gang gang leader.
The other shouldn’t go too far, right?
Thinking this, and seeing so many onlookers around, he couldn’t lose face, pretended composure and said: “Good, good, impressive. Didn’t expect Wang Changhai to have someone like this by his side, but what’s the use of being able to fight?”
“A hundred people, two hundred people, can you handle them?”
Sun Yaowei looked hard at Lin Fan.
Can’t back down, absolutely can’t, or it’d be too embarrassing.
Lin Fan circled Sun Yaowei once, gaze mocking, until the other finished speaking, suddenly reached out to grab his hair, yanked his head back, and looked down into his eyes.
Raised his hand and playfully patted the other’s face.
“Whether I can handle hundreds, I don’t know, but at least I know you have nothing left to make me block.”
The slapped Sun Yaowei didn’t feel pain, but his face burned hot.
The woman nestled beside him let out a cry and dodged away in fright.
“You dare treat me like this, I…”
Sun Yaowei was about to spout threats when Lin Fan violently dragged him to Wang Changhai, kicked his knee, forcing him to kneel before Wang Changhai.
“Hall Master, how to deal with him?” Lin Fan asked.
“Ah?”
Wang Changhai’s expression was dazed; the scenes before him felt dreamlike, so much so he hadn’t come back to his senses yet.
Wait, total reversal?
When he was humiliated, Lin Fan, whom he promoted, appeared like a hero. If he were a woman, he’d definitely offer himself.
“Woo woo.” The hall master’s concubine cried pear-blossom tears, “Changhai, I was forced; forgive me, I know you like me the most.”
Wang Changhai looked indifferently at the woman kneeling before him, begging bitterly.
This had once been his favorite concubine.
Gave her whatever she wanted, except a formal status.
But who would’ve thought, she…
Just as Wang Changhai was about to speak, his vision blurred; a leg shot out quickly, bang, directly kicking the woman’s face, knocking her out cold.
“Bitch, dirtying our hall master’s eyes.” Lin Fan cursed angrily, then said: “Hall Master, still, say how to handle this guy.”
Sun Yaowei, wanting to resist, was pinned down dead.
No begging for mercy.
He didn’t believe Wang Changhai would dare do anything to him.
Sure enough, when facing how to dispose of Sun Yaowei, Wang Changhai really hesitated; the other’s identity was there—couldn’t really cripple him.
If he did, even as Loyalty Hall hall master, he couldn’t withstand the gang leader Sun’s retaliation.
More crucially.
He couldn’t drag Lin Fan into the most dangerous situation.
Seeing the hall master silent.
Lin Fan suddenly pulled Sun Yaowei’s hand onto the table, said to a subordinate: “Get a knife, chop off one of his hands, see if he dares disrespect our hall master again.”
Now that it had come to this.
What needed to be done must be done.
Though he wanted to keep a low profile, avoid too much trouble, and steadily grind proficiency, he knew that after tonight, his fame would spread far and wide; the whole city would know of a ruthless man who, in anger for the hall master, took down eighteen, and was about to chop off Sun Yaowei’s hand.
Thus, he didn’t mind making things bigger.
As for whether it would draw martial way masters for revenge, joking, better not dream; his own hall master, somewhat a boss in Yong’an City, yet humiliated without any power to resist.
Martial way stuff is hidden deep.
Not something people here could touch.
“Brother Lin, no big knife, dagger okay?” Wu Yong decisively handed over a dagger.
Lin Fan nodded, “Fine, though it won’t chop through in one go, ten or eight times will do it.”
Brutal.
At this time, Sun Yaowei was truly scared, “Hall Master Wang, I was wrong, really wrong, quickly say something for me, don’t chop, really don’t chop.”
Now he felt this guy really dared to chop.
If he really lost an arm, he’d be utterly done, and this guy looked ready to chop his dominant right hand, completely turning him into a cripple.
Pants wet.
He pissed himself.
But this wasn’t shameful; anyone would.
Bastard, Yuan Jiang you bastard, why didn’t you say beforehand Wang Changhai had a monster by his side.
Just as Lin Fan was about to strike.
“Lin Fan, wait.” Wang Changhai spoke.
Lin Fan grew anxious, unwillingly said: “Hall Master, wait for what, let me chop off one of his hands.”
Wang Changhai seemed to have snapped back, picked up the teacup, calmly took a sip, softly said: “I often teach you not to be too brutal; disagree and break limbs, that’s not good. Though this punk went overboard, as hall master, I have magnanimity.”
For Wang Changhai, my God of War has appeared; if not now, when to show off?
“Hall Master is right.” Lin Fan nodded, set down the dagger.
Sun Yaowei let out a huge sigh of relief, “Thank you, Hall Master Wang.”
Slap!
“Fuck your thanks.” Wang Changhai angrily slapped him.
The slapped Sun Yaowei didn’t dare speak, head down, trembling in fear.
Suddenly.
The idle Lin Fan abruptly turned, looked toward the second floor.
“Who laughed, who just laughed.”
Huh?
Wang Changhai, just about to pick up the teacup for another sip, also stunned.
Someone laughed?
Didn’t hear it.
The onlookers on the second floor all shook their heads; no one laughed.
“You, yes, you laughed.” Lin Fan pointed in a direction on the second floor.
The pointed-at Fatty said: “Lin, Master Lin, I didn’t laugh.”
This Fatty was a local merchant, now scared pale.
“Not you, I mean the toad with the pockmarked face behind you.”
Swish swish!
Everyone’s gazes turned uniformly to Chen Liang.
They were certain it was him.
Because among those present, no one else looked like a toad except him.
At this time, Chen Liang’s face was like a dead dog.
Laugh my ass.
Seeing you so fierce and brutal, I was preparing to run.
You fucking did this on purpose, right?
At the start, when Lin Fan was just a Loyalty Hall low-level thug, he paid him no mind, because his uncle was from the government office.
But now… forget his uncle from the government office; even his real dad wouldn’t help.
At this moment.
The onlookers around Chen Liang immediately angrily said: “Good, you kid, daring to laugh. Brothers, send him down, let Master Lin deal with him.”
“Okay.”
“Come, help lift him, carry him down.”
Slap, Chen Liang was slapped.
“Behave, such a serious occasion and you dare laugh; you’re not putting Master Lin, not putting Hall Master Wang in your eyes, simply courting death.”
Soon, Chen Liang was carried down by the crowd.
Facing the smirking Lin Fan, Chen Liang inexplicably panicked.
“You, what do you want?”
He was really afraid now.
Lin Fan was about to raise his hand to slap Chen Liang a few times, but thinking of his face full of pimples, he chickened out, afraid one slap would make pus ooze.
“Go, kneel in that corner yourself, slap your own mouth, don’t stop until I say.”
“You…”
“Hm?”
Seeing Lin Fan about to get angry, Chen Liang fearfully knelt in the corner, slap slap, crisp sounds echoing.
Lin Fan returned to the hall master’s side.
Wang Changhai curiously asked: “Did he really laugh just now?”
“Yeah, he laughed.”
“Alright, then let’s say he laughed.”
At this time, the door was pushed open, a figure slowly walked in.
The kneeling Sun Yaowei saw the newcomer like seeing a savior, voice almost crying:
“Dad.”
