Uncle Gong, her driver and bodyguard, had always been treated with deep respect. It was not for an outsider to pass judgment or make snide remarks...
*Thump!*
At that moment, a violent collision sound echoed. Uncle Gong was slammed against the car by five burly men working together, as if struck by a hammer.
Xia Bingqing's face turned pale, and her heart pounded wildly as she witnessed this scene.
Uncle Gong tried to resist, but ultimately, one man could not defeat five. Before long, his body was battered by fists.
The leader, wearing a Pigsy mask, pulled out a spring-loaded knife and lunged.
Chen Fan glanced over and saw the deadly move. Though he didn't intend to interfere, out of humanitarian concern, he jumped out of the car. With lightning speed, he flicked a silver needle and shouted, "Stop! Trying to murder in broad daylight?"
Just as the spring-loaded knife in the hand of the Pigsy-masked man was about to pierce Uncle Gong's abdomen, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He lost his grip on the knife, and it clattered to the ground. Dumbfounded, he roared, "There's still someone who isn't afraid of death! Take care of him!"
The next second, their target shifted.
Once released, Uncle Gong slumped against the car, breathing heavily, "L-little brother, quickly take the young lady away!"
"Just shut up!" Chen Fan retorted, "You're in this state and still worrying about others?"
Uncle Gong looked embarrassed.
The Pigsy-masked man roared again, "Cut him down!"
Chen Fan raised his hand to stop him, "Can you wait a moment?"
"I don't know them, we're just strangers... could you..."
"No!" the Pigsy-masked man, gnashing his teeth, refused.
Chen Fan felt a touch of helplessness. He wouldn't listen to reason and insisted on provoking the little demon king of Niutou Mountain?
If others were not polite to him, he naturally wouldn't be polite either.
He stepped forward, and with a flurry of blows, *crack crack, clang...*
In a flash, all ten-plus individuals were on the ground, some clutching their heads, others their backsides, their screams incessant.
The Pigsy-masked man was also stunned, his legs splayed inward, trembling uncontrollably.
"You..."
Uncle Gong and Xia Bingqing were equally bewildered. She slid her sunglasses down her nose, revealing a pair of icy, exceptionally beautiful eyes, her face filled with disbelief.
"This..."
Had she misjudged him?
"Little brother, you... I..." The Pigsy-masked man was now like an ant on a hot pan, filled with dread.
Uncle Gong's eyes lit up, "L-little brother, quickly ask them who sent them!"
Chen Fan immediately shot back, "Are you telling me how to do my job?"
"This..."
Uncle Gong was put in his place, utterly embarrassed.
Chen Fan ignored Uncle Gong and casually walked forward, grabbed the Pigsy-masked man by the shoulder, and then flung him more than ten meters. With a *thud*, the man hit the ground, his bones dislocated, accompanied by intermittent cries of pain...
Uncle Gong was dumbfounded, unable to fathom that the young man before him possessed such strength.
Truly a divine being!
Of course, he didn't know that Chen Fan's eccentric old master had employed various excruciating methods to teach him martial arts, and Chen Fan's opponents were not humans but mostly wild wolves, wild boars, bears... and other beasts of the forest...
Uncle Gong looked at Chen Fan with reverence.
"Uncle, don't look at me like that, I like women!"
Then, Chen Fan helped Uncle Gong up and casually flicked three silver needles. In a short while, his pain subsided.
Uncle Gong noticed the silver needles in Chen Fan's hand, as if he had discovered a new continent, "L-little brother, you also know medicine?"