"Is… is just one pill really enough?"
"Don't you want to check?"
The young man lowered his head, questioning softly.
Chen Fan paid no mind to what the young man said, replying, "Whether you believe it or not is up to you. If you don't believe, you can choose not to give it to your grandfather!"
"What do you say?"
The young man was speechless, understanding Chen Fan's implication, and nodded.
"Alright… alright, I understand!"
Far away, the young man left.
Chen Fan also strolled home.
As he neared his doorstep.
A cold voice sounded from behind…
"You little bastard, how dare you ruin my good deed!" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Are you tired of living?"
Yes, it was Master Yidan, whom Chen Fan had exposed earlier.
He had been hiding in the darkness, following Chen Fan all along.
Chen Fan was now alone, isolated!
Yidan roared again, "You little punk, don't you know not to steal other people's livelihoods!"
Chen Fan snorted, "You lied first, and you still think you're in the right?"
Yidan roared, "That's my skill!"
"What business is it of yours?"
"Nosy little pest!"
"..."
Chen Fan was too lazy to argue with trash now.
He turned and walked towards his door.
"You still want to leave? Where are you going?"
Yidan's eyes were now filled with fire.
At the same time, from the darkness, two burly men emerged.
Tall and powerfully built.
Like dark towers.
They blocked Chen Fan's path.
The meaning was very clear.
Chen Fan now understood, so this Yidan had a gang.
Yidan squinted and roared, "Attack, cripple him first!"
"You dog, daring to ruin my good deed!"
The two burly men surged forward almost instantly, like tanks.
Chen Fan faced them calmly. When the two burly men reached him.
He extended his hands, easily grabbed their arms, and then threw them hard onto the ground.
As if tossing two trash bags, effortlessly. The two fell to the ground, crying out in pain.
"Ahhh…"
"It hurts!"
"My arm!"
This scene stunned Yidan, his eyes bulging wide.
Damn it…
He exclaimed inwardly, almost biting off his tongue.
"Ah, you…"
Yidan never expected Chen Fan to be so fierce, defeating his two subordinates in the blink of an eye.
Then, he roared again, "Little thing, stop! I am a martial artist!"
"A legendary Huajing expert, crushing you is like crushing an ant!"
Chen Fan smiled and beckoned, "Come, expert, let me see how powerful you are!"
Yidan's greatest strength was his mouth.
Yidan, forcing himself, said, "Martial artists generally don't act. When they act, they kill. I don't want to kill today, so get lost!"
"Adults don't hold grudges against children!"
Chen Fan didn't expect Yidan to be so refreshingly shameless.
He slowly walked towards Yidan, squinting, "I'm sorry, I am also a martial artist. Shall we have a spar today?"
A martial artist?
Yidan was frightened by Chen Fan, his facial features contorting.
His expression was as ugly as it could get.
He subconsciously retreated.
"You… you're talking nonsense, you're not a martial artist at all! In this world, aren't all martial artists surrounded by followers!"
Yidan gnashed his teeth and spat fiercely.
Chen Fan shook his head, "Old man, you are truly not just a little stupid!"