These men in black.
Faced with Chen Fan, they were like rotten sacks.
Flung away directly.
One after another.
Utterly humiliated.
Or rather, these people, in front of Chen Fan, couldn't stir up any waves.
So they fell, one after another.
The scene was exceptionally thrilling.
One man fighting three hundred, holding the advantage.
Each man in black, like discarded sacks, was ruthlessly flung away, one after another.
Thump, thump, thump…
All of them crashed to the ground, their faces covered in dust.
"Ahhh…"
"How could this be?"
"I don't believe it, that so many of us can't defeat him!"
"Brothers, put in more effort!"
"Quick… can you be a bit more brutal!"
They roared.
But no matter how heartbreaking their cries,
It was still useless.
One after another, they fell.
Utterly humiliated.
Many let out screams like slaughtered pigs.
Thus, after ten minutes, all three hundred men were down on the ground.
Each one was utterly terrified, unable to believe it was real!
Terrible, so terrible…
Old Niu, witnessing these horrifying scenes, his eyes dry, after a moment of stiffness, immediately flopped onto the ground and feigned death.
At this critical juncture, not feigning death was simply impossible!
His courage was shattered.
Wen Long's heart trembled; for a moment, he felt as if his heart had been brutally torn and crushed.
A suffocating sensation washed over him.
Too terrifying!
With his bare hands, he could make three hundred people utterly unable to fight back… This damn it, such strength, was it not too terrifying!
Wen Long was frightened and instinctively stumbled backward.
Whoosh…
"Who exactly are you?"
"Da Fa Group has no enemy like you!"
Chen Fan replied, "There wasn't one before, but that doesn't mean there won't be now! Look, here we are, aren't we?"
With a few words, he rendered Wen Long speechless.
Frozen.
His heart trembled…
His subconscious reaction was to reach behind him and pull out a handgun.
The dark muzzle looked somewhat ferocious.
"Kid, I've seen your strength, but I'm telling you, in this day and age, relying on fists alone won't cut it!"
"Understand?"
"Holy cow…"
Chen Fan sneered, "It seems you're truly stubborn and unyielding!"
Wen Long was furious and roared, "Bastard, die!"
Then, he fiercely pulled the trigger.
Fire spat out, and a golden bullet surged forth, tearing through the air!
Seeing this, Chen Fan charged forward, his body moving with dazzling leaps.
In a flash, he perfectly evaded!
That's right, he dodged the bullet!
At this moment, Wen Long completely lost it. How could it be! How could it be? He was a human! How could his speed be faster than a bullet?
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it even if he were beaten to death! He just felt it was too terrifying, too preposterous!
It was completely unrealistic!
Whoosh…
"Bastard…"
Before the word was even out, Chen Fan was already in front of him.
He reached out, grabbed the handgun in Wen Long's hand, and in that instant, the gun was ruthlessly crushed, reducing it to a pile of scrap metal.
Before Wen Long could react, he was once again flung down by an unseen force.
He crashed to the ground.
His head hit the ground hard. For a moment, Wen Long felt as if his entire face was collapsing, his body and mind trembling, "Who exactly are you?"