She Ming charged towards Chen Fan at top speed.
But the moment he got close to Chen Fan, he found himself unable to move.
Seeing this, She Ming was greatly alarmed, his face contorted, "Bastard, what's going on?"
"Why can't my claw attack advance even an inch?"
He had no idea that Chen Fan had already unleashed a wall of energy.
Internal energy projected outwards, a realm these people would never touch.
One by one, surprise flashed across their faces, never expecting the situation to unfold like this.
Tang Sifang, witnessing this, roared, "What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and attack!"
"Damn it!"
"We… we already attacked, but for some reason, our bodies are a bit out of control!"
"This…"
She Ming looked terrified, "You… are you a martial artist?"
He was a master of external martial arts and had some understanding of martial artists.
Chen Fan ignored them. Projecting his internal energy outwards, a surge of powerful energy mercilessly sent them flying onto the ground.
Hundreds of people, it could be said, before they could even react, were already ignominiously sprawled on the ground.
Simultaneously, they all felt as if their bodies had been struck by a blunt object.
And a tearing pain pervaded them!
She Ming was no better off; one of his arms was directly crippled by the impact.
"Ah!"
He let out a heart-rending scream.
"You…"
"Who exactly are you, and why do you possess such bizarre attack power?"
She Ming now had a look of seeing a ghost, thoroughly terrified.
Chen Fan had no time for idle talk; he let his actions speak.
In a flash, he had taken down everyone brought by Tang Sifang.
Every single one of them was in a sorry state.
Tang Sifang was completely stunned at this moment, "You… Chen Fan, who exactly are you? How do you possess such terrifying attack power?"
"You…"
Chen Fan clapped his hands and snorted coldly, "Mr. Tang, the emperor of Shanghai's underworld, do you still want to kill me?"
Tang Sifang was now thoroughly scared, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Subconsciously, he pulled out a handgun from behind him.
Aiming it at Chen Fan.
"Don't come any closer!"
"Don't approach me!"
"Or I'll shoot!"
Chen Fan smiled mockingly, "Go ahead!"
"You… you don't force me!" Tang Sifang roared.
Chen Fan then smiled sinisterly, "So what if I'm forcing you?"
Tang Sifang, who had been a force in the underworld for many years, had never encountered a powerhouse like Chen Fan.
"I…"
Tang Sifang could barely hold back, roaring, "You… do you think a bit of shoddy martial arts can scare me? I'm telling you, you're dreaming!"
"I… I'm not afraid of you at all!"
Despite his words, his body trembled uncontrollably.
His expression was unusually grim, and comically so.
Chen Fan snorted, "And you call yourself a boss? Hold your gun steady!"
"Don't shake, don't panic!"
"…"
Chen Fan slowly walked towards Tang Sifang.
Seeing this, Tang Sifang's expression froze. In an instant, he braced himself, planting his feet firmly.
His finger tightened on the trigger.
"Don't… don't come closer!"
"Don't approach me!"
Chen Fan didn't stop.
He continued to advance.
Tang Sifang's fear of Chen Fan amplified limitlessly.
He trembled incessantly, his body shaking like a sieve.
Unintentionally, his finger squeezed the trigger, and a bullet was spat from the dark muzzle.
However, the bullet did not enter Chen Fan's body; he skillfully dodged it.