Steward Huang roared, his mouth full, "Which blind corpse dares to mind your Lord Huang's business!"
His fierce roar carried the authority of long-held dominance, instantly silencing the entire scene.
All eyes, in unison, fell upon the gray-haired youth.
The gray-haired youth was too ordinary.
The cloth clothes he wore, to put it nicely, were simple.
To put it bluntly, they were shabby.
His appearance was not particularly handsome or dashing, at most just a bit delicate.
His hair was filled with a lifeless aura, its gray color, like that of a dying old man, devoid of luster.
There was no fluctuation of true energy cultivation on his body.
Such an ordinary youth, who by all appearances seemed to have no status, dared to be presumptuous before Steward Huang of the Dark Martial Hall's underground trading ground.
Was this not courting death?
"It's him, that trash kid named Ling Qingyun!"
Bai Hao and others exclaimed in surprise.
Hua Yue and Su Long looked at Ling Fan in disbelief.
They never imagined that the one stepping forward to save them would not be Bai Hao or any other young master from Hongze City, but that ordinary youth they had met by chance.
A warm current surged in Hua Yue's heart.
At this moment, Ling Fan's calm, ordinary face was so radiant and dazzling in her eyes.
But then, she began to worry deeply about Ling Fan's safety.
"Young Master Ling, hurry and leave. This is not something you can handle."
Hua Yue urged Ling Fan anxiously.
Su Long, however, quickly said, "Hey, Yue Yue, don't let him go. Although he's trash, maybe he really has a way to save us. It's better to try even if it's a dead horse! If you chase him away, no one will care about us anymore."
Hua Yue's eyes widened as she looked at Su Long, unable to believe that her good sister would say such a thing!
For her own safety, she would disregard the lives of others.
She couldn't do something so selfish.
Just then.
Boss Yan spoke, asking Bai Hao and the others, "Do you know this kid? Who is he, to dare to be presumptuous before my godfather!"
Bai Hao and the others had long since succumbed to Steward Huang's oppressive might. At this moment, they dared not hide anything, and recounted their encounter with Ling Fan in detail.
Boss Yan sneered repeatedly, "So, this kid is completely a lowly ordinary person with no status or position whatsoever!"
Bai Hao quickly nodded and bowed, "Exactly, exactly! This kid probably ran out from some remote village and couldn't even afford a carriage. If we hadn't been kind enough to let him hitch a ride, he probably would have died on the way to Tianchu City."
Upon hearing Bai Hao's words.
All the onlookers shook their heads in disappointment.
Originally, they thought that although Ling Fan looked unremarkable, he dared to scold Steward Huang, perhaps he had some extraordinary hidden identity.
Now it seemed it was entirely different.
This kid was just a reckless youth with no status or background.
Steward Huang shot two contemptuous glances from the corners of his eyes.
"Damn it, you piece of trash who has nothing, you dare to play the hero saving the damsel? What kind of thing are you!"
"Kneel down and kowtow to this steward immediately, and say 'Lord Huang, I was wrong, I am trash!' a hundred times. Perhaps this steward, in his benevolence, will spare your dog's life. Otherwise, today I will make you wish you were dead and couldn't live!"
Steward Huang tilted his chin, looking down at Ling Fan from above.
However, Ling Fan's expression remained calm, and he met Steward Huang's gaze indifferently.
As if he felt no pressure from this important figure of the Dark Martial Hall's underground trading ground.
"If you kneel and apologize to these two ladies now, and say 'you are a fat pig' a hundred times, I will only break two of your legs. Otherwise... I will crush you!"
Ling Fan's indifferent voice rang out.
Instantly, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves!
Boom!
The entire venue erupted in an uproar.
Everyone stared at Ling Fan, dumbfounded, their eyes filled with disbelief.
How dare this reckless youth.
Did he know what he was saying?
Who did he think he was?
On what grounds did he dare to utter such rebellious and arrogant words to the esteemed steward of the Dark Martial Hall's underground trading ground?
Hua Yue looked at Ling Fan in astonishment.
She could hardly believe her ears.
Meanwhile, Su Long's expression drastically changed. She trembled in fear, thinking to herself: It's over, it's over. This kid has completely offended that steward. There's no room for maneuver now.
Bai Hao and the others also had drastic changes in their expressions.
They could never have imagined that this unremarkable-looking youth, Ling Fan, would utter such astonishingly arrogant words!
This was an irreversible path to self-destruction.
They hoped he wouldn't implicate them.
Bai Hao quickly reprimanded, "How dare you be so presumptuous before Steward Huang, you old man! Have you eaten bear gall and leopard guts? What the hell are you, and why don't you quickly kowtow and apologize to Steward Huang!"
Boss Yan sneered, "It's too late. A mere lowly trash dares to offend my godfather. Guards, chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"
Steward Huang suddenly raised his hand.
"Wait!"
Boss Yan and the strongmen of the underground trading ground quickly stopped.
Steward Huang let out a sinister chuckle, a look of wicked amusement on his face.
"This steward wants to sit on this kid and crush him to death, to let him know what it means to have Mount Tai pressing down, what it means to call out to heaven with no response and call out to earth with no avail!"
After Steward Huang said this.
Others felt a chill down their spines.
Their breathing became somewhat difficult.
It was as if they were being suffocated by Steward Huang's obese and massive backside.
To be pressed by the backside of this fat pig.
If he didn't die from the impact, he would die of disgust first.
The thought alone was nauseating.
Amidst everyone's gasps of cold air, Steward Huang, with his seemingly clumsy body, leaped high into the air and descended to sit on Ling Fan!
Boss Yan stared with excited eyes, anticipating the spectacular scene.
Hua Yue, however, turned her head away in pain, her heart filled with sorrow.
However, at this very moment.
Suddenly, a voice urgently rang out, "Stop! Who dares to touch Mr. Ling!"
Bang!
A loud sound of a heavy object crashing to the ground echoed in the venue.
Everyone looked closely.
Ling Fan still stood in place with an unchanged expression, completely unharmed.
However, Steward Huang, who had been about to sit down, was kicked flying by someone who leaped up.
His plump and enormous body, like a ball of flesh, bounced a few times on the ground, overturning countless stalls.
He was kicked so hard that he even vomited the bitter water from his stomach.
Steward Huang's robust body, true to its bulk, was thick-skinned and fleshy. He bounced up from the ground, enraged, and roared, "Who the hell dares to save this kid? Are you tired of living!"
"It is I. Steward Huang, you dare to harm my distinguished guest? Are you seeking death?"
The newcomer was very young, his clear voice carrying a chilling coldness as he spoke indifferently.
Good heavens!
This voice sounded familiar.
Steward Huang shivered violently.
When he clearly saw the appearance of the newcomer, his heart skipped a beat.
How could it be this person!
At this moment, not only Steward Huang was stunned.
Boss Yan, Supervisor Li, other strongmen of the underground trading ground, and all the onlookers were frozen in shock.
They stared blankly at the true magnate of the underground trading ground, bowing deeply to the youth they considered a trash with no background or status...
And repeatedly apologizing and making amends, saying, "Master Ling, it is my fault for not disciplining them properly. Please forgive me!"
At this moment, everyone was speechless.