"Damn it, how could this happen!"
"Who... who is she?"
Watching Fu Piaoyao, a stunning beauty, effortlessly defeat over a dozen thugs, leaving them with broken limbs, Wang Zihao's hands and feet grew weak. He had just been fantasizing about taking her to bed.
He never expected her to be playing the tiger while pretending to be a pig.
Seeing Chu Fan, who remained calm and composed amidst the chaos, still calmly sipping his coffee, Wang Zihao's heart trembled even more, realizing that the other party was even more extraordinary than he had imagined.
Such composure was not something just anyone could feign.
The more he thought about it, the more Wang Zihao regretted provoking Chu Fan in the first place.
Now, he couldn't even find a way to de-escalate the situation.
Especially when he thought of Boss Zhu's rules, Wang Zihao felt a pang of fear. He knew that if Boss Zhu found out about this deliberate provocation, even his own father would likely be unable to protect him.
Stuck in a dilemma, Wang Zihao could only secretly pray that the men his father brought would easily resolve Chu Fan, thereby quelling this incident that had escalated from a minor one.
Before long, more vehicles arrived at the scene.
"Dad..."
Wang Zihao, filled with dread, ran up to his father with a look of delight upon seeing him.
Boss Wang saw his son's pale face and asked with concern, "Are you badly injured? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Wang Zihao shook his head, "I'm alright. I just feel a bit stuffy in my chest and it hurts a little."
Boss Wang frowned, turned to a middle-aged man behind him, and said, "Brother Zhao, please take a look at Zihao!"
On the way, after learning the general situation, he knew that the person his son had provoked was likely a martial artist.
He understood that such individuals could inflict injuries that appeared minor on the surface, but the hidden lethal effects would manifest in a few days.
The man surnamed Zhao stepped forward, placed his hand on Wang Zihao's shoulder, and then shook his head, indicating that there were no hidden injuries.
Boss Wang's tense expression eased slightly, and he moved towards Chu Fan.
The man surnamed Zhao's gaze also fell upon Chu Fan and Fu Piaoyao. He glanced past Fu Piaoyao as if she were insignificant.
When he saw Chu Fan, his brow furrowed. He felt as if he had seen him somewhere before, but couldn't recall exactly when.
As a prominent figure, Boss Wang was not as impulsive as young people like Wang Zihao.
He walked to a spot not far from Chu Fan, straightened his expression, and said, "Young man, I am Wang Zihao's father. First, allow me to apologize on behalf of my son."
If the other party were an ordinary person, Boss Wang wouldn't have paid them any mind.
However, upon learning that the other party was a martial artist, he had to proceed with caution.
Although this territory was now under his control, as someone experienced, Boss Wang knew that there was always someone better.
If the other party was willing to be reasonable, the matter could end here.
If not, they would deal with it then.
Courtesy first, then force – this was the strategy Boss Wang had decided on during the journey.
"Boss Wang, is it?"
"Your parenting skills are truly subpar!"
"Others disagree with him, and he feels disrespected, so he seeks trouble. Who gave him that right?"
"You?"
The mighty second-in-command was being lectured by a young man.
Boss Wang's smile shifted from polite to a cold, sinister grin.
He glanced at Zhao Kuang, who had accompanied him. Seeing Zhao Kuang subtly shake his head, indicating he hadn't yet grasped the strength of Chu Fan and his companion, Boss Wang's grim expression immediately dissipated. He chuckled and said, "Yes, yes, young man, you are right. I will discipline him properly when we get back!"
If Zhao Kuang had indicated earlier that Chu Fan and his companion were not particularly strong, Boss Wang would not have adopted this attitude.
"Young man, my son offended you first. We are willing to compensate you!"
"What kind of compensation do you require, young man?"
Unable to gauge the other party's strength, Boss Wang could only bow his head in apology and let the matter pass for now. They could settle accounts later once they understood the identities and strength of these two.
Therefore, despite his displeasure, Boss Wang was prepared to humble himself first.
Chu Fan chuckled and shook his head, saying, "The compensation I want, you likely cannot afford!"
Boss Wang's brow furrowed, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
It had been a long time since anyone dared to speak so arrogantly in front of him, especially a young man.
Despite his inner annoyance, he maintained his composure and said, "Young man, whether we can afford it or not, there has to be a price, right?"
"If you don't name a price, how will you know we can't afford it?"
Chu Fan stood up and looked at Wang Zihao, who was cowering behind his father. He said, "I dislike people who act presumptuously just because they have a powerful backer!"
"I believe it would be best if your son stayed indoors for the rest of his life. That way, fewer people will be harmed."
"Therefore, it would be more appropriate for him to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair!"
"What do you think?"
Boss Wang was instantly silenced.
He was not foolish and understood what Chu Fan's words implied.
To resolve this matter would require more than just money; it would demand a far more severe price.
Spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair meant crippling his son.
Boss Wang's body, which had been leaning slightly forward, slowly straightened.
His original intention was to be courteous first, then forceful. He wanted to give the other party some face and hoped they would reciprocate, allowing the matter to be concluded.
He never expected the other party to be so unforgiving.
As a father, could he stand by and watch his son become crippled?
Did he want his son to become crippled?
Since it was impossible, it meant there was no room for negotiation between them. They could only display their respective abilities and see who was stronger.
"Boss Wang, don't be rash!"
"These two are not simple individuals!"
Zhao Kuang, who had been observing Chu Fan and felt something was terribly wrong despite sensing nothing tangible, whispered a reminder to Boss Wang.
His motive was still self-preservation.
The other party was a martial artist, and if things truly escalated, he would be the one to confront them.
As he couldn't ascertain Chu Fan's strength, he was reluctant to act.
Boss Wang sighed helplessly and said, "Brother Zhao, do you think this is me being rash?"
He wished he could resolve this without resorting to force, but the other party offered no such opportunity. Boss Wang felt a great deal of helplessness.
Zhao Kuang hesitated, wanting to speak, but ultimately refrained from further persuasion.
He wasn't blind; he could see that Boss Wang wasn't unwilling to find a better way to resolve this, but rather that the other party refused to cooperate.
As for Chu Fan's demand, Zhao Kuang knew that if it were him, he wouldn't agree either.
A difficult battle was inevitable!
Zhao Kuang took a deep breath, adjusting his internal energy, preparing to act.
Boss Wang looked at Chu Fan and asked again, "Young man, besides this one resolution, is there truly no room for negotiation?"
The other party's calm demeanor made Boss Wang uncertain about the ultimate victor.
Therefore, as long as there was an option, he preferred not to resort to force.
"For anything done, one must pay the price!"
"I don't like being a benefactor!"
"However, since I've encountered this, it doesn't hinder me from eliminating a scourge for the people!"
With that, Chu Fan snapped his fingers.
"Ah..."
Piercing screams suddenly erupted from behind.