Bang...
The deafening sound startled Huang Ying, almost making him drop the weapon in his hand.
This was the first time he had used it since acquiring it and setting it aside.
"Huh?"
"Where's the person?"
Huang Ying came to his senses and noticed that Chu Fan was gone.
His heart sank. Just as he was about to search, Chu Fan's voice sounded from behind him: "Your marksmanship is terrible!"
Huang Ying's heart leaped into his throat.
He quickly turned the weapon in his hand.
However, as he aimed the muzzle at Chu Fan's chest and his finger instinctively pulled the trigger, the expected gunshot never came.
Is it broken?
Huang Ying looked down and discovered that a needle was inexplicably stuck in his index finger. He could feel it, but he couldn't move it.
Before Huang Ying could switch hands, the weapon was already in Chu Fan's grasp.
The muzzle, still slightly warm, pressed against Huang Ying's forehead, the heat causing him to wince in pain.
Thump!
This was the first time he'd had a gun barrel against his head. The sheer terror made Huang Ying's legs turn to jelly, unable to support his body.
"Brother, let's talk nicely. We can talk!"
Whoever holds the weapon is the boss.
What did pride matter when it came to survival?
Reinforcements were on their way.
At this moment, Huang Ying only wanted to stall for time.
Therefore, his expression was filled with panic and fear, aiming to make Chu Fan lower his guard and become less eager to kill him.
"Three years ago, were you investigating a woman who returned from abroad?"
Huang Ying knew that Chu Fan wouldn't have come looking for him without a lead.
Wanting only to stall for time and avoid harm, Huang Ying didn't argue.
"Sir, I was just following orders. It really wasn't me who wanted to investigate that woman!"
"Following orders?"
The muzzle against Huang Ying's forehead pressed slightly harder.
"Whose orders?"
"Brother, I don't know either." Huang Ying's eyes were filled with bitterness.
Didn't know?
Chu Fan's brow rose slightly.
Before he could ask, Huang Ying quickly explained, "Brother, this is a bit of a strange story, please give me time to tell it!"
"Speak!"
Huang Ying nodded gratefully and began to weave his tale.
Three years ago, the Huang family suddenly faced difficulties. Someone whose specific information was unknown approached him, asking him to find a woman. If he found her, the Huang family would be helped through their difficulties...
His words were forceful and logical, sounding believable at first glance.
Huang Ying believed his act was flawless.
He had no idea that in Chu Fan's eyes, he was merely a clown.
Earlier, while Chu Fan was dealing with the security guards, he had overheard every word Huang Ying said on the phone while calling for backup.
According to the last call, Huang Ying was indeed acting under someone's instructions when searching for his mother.
The mastermind was the person he referred to as Master Zhang.
Master Zhang was aware that they had found Huang Ying and was sending people over.
Huang Ying was waiting for reinforcements.
Chu Fan was also waiting.
Wasn't it more convenient for them to come to him than for him to go find them?
After finishing his fabricated story, Huang Ying looked expectantly at Chu Fan. "Brother, that's truly how it happened. If I've lied even once just now, you can shoot me right now."
His demeanor was sincere and earnest.
Chu Fan smiled.
Huang Ying's ability to lie without blushing was something he truly admired.
He had told a complete fabrication and then dared to guarantee it with such confidence.
If he hadn't overheard Huang Ying's phone call earlier, he might have actually believed him.
Seeing the gun barrel slowly move away from his forehead, Huang Ying secretly rejoiced, thinking he had successfully fooled Chu Fan with his fabricated story.
However, in the next second, a sharp crack pierced his ears.
Bang...
Bang...
Two bloody holes appeared on Huang Ying's thighs.
He screamed like a slaughtered pig.
Huang Ying couldn't comprehend why Chu Fan had suddenly fired.
The excruciating pain made it difficult for him to focus and think.
Realizing that Chu Fan was not as easily deceived as he had imagined, Huang Ying desperately pleaded for mercy.
Bang bang...
His pleas were useless, met instead by two more bullets.
This time, however, the bloody holes appeared on Huang Ying's arms.
With his limbs disabled, Huang Ying lay on the ground like a heap of mud, unconscious.
Feng Tianhe, as a low-level subordinate, had to pay with his life for harming Chen Tao.
Huang Ying, who had directly targeted his mother, could never escape punishment.
Moreover, if Huang Ying and his associates hadn't pressured her, his mother wouldn't have had to leave Shanhai City so quickly.
Death was inevitable, and no one could stop it.
Crippling his limbs first and leaving him alive was only to prevent the so-called Master Zhang from realizing something was wrong and not coming, so that he could extract more clues.
The weapons, invincible in the eyes of normal people, were like children's toys in Chu Fan's hands. In less than three moves, they were dismantled into a pile of parts.
Afterward, Chu Fan dragged the unconscious Huang Ying to the entrance of the main hall and waited quietly.
Ten minutes later.
Two figures appeared in sight, rushing over at extreme speed.
One of them bore a slight resemblance to Huang Ying and was Huang Ying's younger brother, Huang Hai.
Beside him was an old man in a long gown, with sparse white hair but a very spirited demeanor – Master Wu.
His aura clearly indicated that he was a skilled practitioner.
Seeing his elder brother lying motionless on the ground, with a considerable amount of blood around him, Huang Hai became agitated.
"Brother, Brother..."
His calls were useless. Believing Huang Ying to be dead, Huang Hai suppressed his anger and pleaded with Master Wu beside him, "Master Wu, please eliminate this person!"
"Afterward, the Huang family will pay you fifty million!"
People die for wealth, birds die for food.
Upon hearing fifty million, a flicker of excitement appeared in Master Wu's eyes.
He cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Huang, please rest assured, this person is mine to handle!"
Whoosh...
Master Wu stepped forward, and a sharp sound came from his legs.
His movements were swift, indicating a master level.
Master Wu, who considered himself extraordinary, had no idea that Chu Fan before him was a demon god who could command an army of a hundred thousand grandmasters.
It was precisely because he didn't know that he dared to show off his skills.
Otherwise, he would have fled long ago.
Master Wu stood five zhang away from Chu Fan, narrowing his eyes. "Young man, I'm truly sorry. I'm taking money to resolve troubles for others."
"Encountering me can only be your misfortune in life."
Chu Fan didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. With a slight movement of his lips, his voice carried.
"Are you teaching me how to behave?"
"Have you ever heard the saying, 'You have the life to earn money but not to spend it'?"
"Hmph!"
Master Wu flicked his sleeves, his eyes turning sharp.
"Kid, who do you think you are to lecture me?"
"I will show you immediately what it means to be ungracious."
With that, Master Wu assumed a stance and charged at Chu Fan with a gust of wind.
According to his expectations, with his skills, dealing with this young man Chu Fan would be effortless.
However.
When he pounced in front of Chu Fan and his powerful first strike was easily evaded, his heart sank.
Master Wu was extremely confident in his speed and knew that ordinary people wouldn't be able to react before being taken down.
Chu Fan's effortless evasion dealt a blow to his confidence.
Unconvinced, Master Wu followed up with a sweeping kick aimed at Chu Fan's waist.
This time, Chu Fan still evaded it with ease.
Master Wu's pupils contracted.
Is he also a skilled practitioner?
Just then, Chu Fan chuckled.
"Your speed is too slow!"
His faint voice reached Master Wu's ears.
Voice transmission?
Master Wu's expression turned to terror as he instantly realized the gap between himself and Chu Fan.
Run!
Having served as a soldier for countless families, Master Wu didn't hesitate and turned to flee.