Li Shaohu came to Lincheng with Li Qingyun this time, specifically to resolve the matter concerning Xia Bingqing.
He said in a deep voice, "Qingyun, you were too impulsive just now!"
Li Qingyun replied unhappily, "Dad, even if I wasn't impulsive, Xia Bingqing wouldn't cooperate with us. It's obvious she's already angry!"
"This..."
Li Shaohu nodded understandingly. "It seems we'll have to resort to some special measures for this matter!"
Li Qingyun's eyes lit up. "Dad, what measures?"
"Let Uncle Gui handle it!"
Upon hearing the familiar name, Li Qingyun smiled, a hint of excitement in her voice. "With Uncle Gui's intervention, this matter will surely be resolved!"
Uncle Gui was Li Shaohu's sworn brother; their bond was like that of blood brothers.
Simultaneously, Uncle Gui was also Li Shaohu's operative, handling unsavory affairs.
Li Shaohu nodded. "I hope so."
...
Around ten o'clock at night.
Xia Bingqing finished her overtime work and got into her car.
Just as Chen Fan was about to start the engine, a person wearing a black hooded robe suddenly appeared in front of them.
Half of his face was hidden in shadow, lending him an air of mystery.
"Oh? So bold?"
Indeed, the person who arrived was Uncle Gui.
He said, "Xia Bingqing, Ms. Xia, I have something to discuss with you."
His voice was cold, hoarse, and grating.
Chen Fan, seeing this, was startled. "Boss, someone's looking for you!"
Xia Bingqing said irritably, "Can't you see he looks malicious? Don't bother with him, let's go!"
Chen Fan nodded.
He prepared to reverse.
The next second, Uncle Gui brought his hand down fiercely from above.
It struck the car's front hood with a loud clang, causing the entire hood to instantly collapse and the engine to shatter.
Naturally, the car could no longer move normally.
Uncle Gui continued, "Ms. Xia, please get out of the car."
Seeing Uncle Gui's terrifying power, Xia Bingqing became a little frightened. "Chen... Chen Fan, what do we do now? I..."
Without a word, Chen Fan got out of the car.
"Get lost!"
In contrast, his demeanor was also arrogant, exceptionally dismissive.
Uncle Gui said coldly, "I don't want to hurt anyone today. I hope you'll be sensible and move aside!"
"Otherwise..."
*Clang!*
He stomped on the ground, and the concrete tiles beneath instantly split in half.
"This will be the consequence!"
Putting on quite a show.
Uncle Gui assumed Chen Fan would be intimidated and retreat.
However, at this moment, Chen Fan chuckled. "I thought you were something else. Is this all you've got?"
"Here's a piece of advice: before I get angry, you'd better scram, or the consequences will be severe!"
Uncle Gui said slowly, "You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin?"
Chen Fan, hands in his pockets, looked nonchalant. He never sought trouble or initiated a fight, but if some people refused to be reasonable, he wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson.
He could tell that Uncle Gui was a martial artist at the Neijing realm, a master of masters in the eyes of ordinary people.
Chen Fan smiled. "I'd love to see what this coffin looks like!"
"You court death!"
Uncle Gui, enraged, lunged forward.
Seeing this, Chen Fan spread his palms and pushed them forward. The next moment, Uncle Gui was already sprawled on the ground in a sorry state.
He couldn't comprehend this turn of events.
"This..."
Chen Fan snorted, "A good dog doesn't block the way, scram!"
With a kick, Uncle Gui was flipped over and landed awkwardly on the ground.
He was questioning his very existence.
He, a martial artist at the Neijing realm, how could this happen?
This guy, so strong?