"Beat him, beat him to death!"
"Damn it, what the hell is this?!"
"How dare you make a move on our turf?"
"Shit..."
"You're asking for it!"
"Brothers, beat this pretty boy soundly!"
"Let's see him act all high and mighty!"
Zhu San roared.
He cursed and insulted Zhu Zhan's ancestors.
Zhu Zhan had already been knocked to the ground, covered in dust and shame.
"Don't... don't hit me anymore!"
"Wu Dong, aren't you a Taekwondo master!"
"Fight back quickly!"
He curled up, covering his head.
His body trembled and quaked.
Wu Dong, Zhu Zhan's agent, was also covered in dust and shame. "I... I didn't expect them to play so out of character!"
"Stop hitting!"
"Damn it, we're public figures!"
Zhu San sneered, "Heh heh... Public figures, you say? We've beaten all sorts of people, but never a public figure. We have to try something new!"
"Come on!"
"Beat them up!"
As for Zhu Zhan, his face had turned completely dark, like the bottom of a pot.
It was too embarrassing!
"Quick... go call Chen Fan!"
"Hurry!"
And so, the ones being beaten began calling for Chen Fan.
As their voices grew louder, they reached Chen Fan and the others.
Chen Fan looked up and noticed the brawl unfolding in the distance. He inwardly cried out, "Not good..."
He then strode over.
"Stop!"
He shouted.
Zhu San and the others, their eyes red with anger, immediately roared back, "Damn it, another fearless punk! Who are you?"
"Are you also a public figure?"
"Or something else?"
Chen Fan said coldly, "Who I am isn't important. I'm telling you to stop!"
Zhu San roared, "Who do you think you are?"
"Why should I listen to you?"
"What kind of punk are you? Are you here to joke around!"
"Brothers, aim for his face and hit him!"
"No problem, Brother San!"
One had to admit, Zhu San and his crew were extraordinarily arrogant.
Instantly, ten men charged at Chen Fan. Chen Fan, who had initially intended to reason with them, now realized that reasoning was utterly pointless.
Fists were the best argument.
He met them head-on...
With a barrage of punches and kicks, they rained down on him!
Bang bang bang...
Clang!
In a short while, all ten men were lying on the ground in a neat row.
One by one, their faces contorted, they cried out in pain.
"Ahhh..."
Zhu San was stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"You... how can you be so strong?"
He was so scared by Chen Fan that he almost bit off his tongue.
Chen Fan replied coldly, "What do you think?"
Zhu San took a deep breath, his breathing becoming rapid. Still, he reached behind him, pulled out a dagger, and whispered, "Kid... let me tell you, I'm a notorious tough guy in these parts. If you dare touch me, I'll stab you, and blood will flow. Do you understand?"
He tried to intimidate Chen Fan.
Chen Fan had seen real guns and bullets; what was this little dagger to him?
"Come on, stab me..."
Huh?!
Everyone present was dumbfounded by this response!
So arrogant?
Zhu San roared again, "You... you bastard, don't force my hand!"
"Let me tell you, I'm not someone to be trifled with!"
"I..."
Chen Fan, too lazy to listen to Zhu San's nonsense, charged forward.
Raising his arm, he unleashed a palm strike, just like magic...