243: Chapter 243 Poor Baby (Fourth Update) 243: Chapter 243 Poor Baby (Fourth Update) Not until Liu Dazhuang’s face had turned into a pig’s head did a group of security guards arrive, late to the scene.
“Stop, stop!”
However, the group of security guards could only stand at the elevator entrance and shout, completely unable to squeeze in.
It wasn’t until ten minutes later, when the police arrived, that the fighting here finally stopped.
“Hey, you guys are really something, aren’t you from the ‘Face-hitting Squad’?
Why use your feet?
At least aim for the face if you’re going to kick, what kind of behavior is that, kicking elsewhere?”
“Cut the crap, I didn’t even get a hit in.”
A bunch of guys who hadn’t managed to land a hit were fuming with anger.
Damn it, those who beat someone should hurry up and leave, don’t block me from hitting them.
A group of police officers stood there dumbstruck.
They had seen people hit others before, but never such brazenness.
When they saw the miserable state of Liu Dazhuang’s face, they couldn’t help but gasp in shock.
Good Lord, what on earth had this guy done to incur such wrath?
To be beaten by two hundred people, what in the world?
It took a lot of effort for them to finally get Liu Dazhuang to the hospital.
“What the hell?
Why did you hit him?” A group of police officers started yelling angrily.
“This bastard was bad-mouthing our Brother Fan; he had it coming.
It was supposed to be a rescue, how did it turn into arrogance in his mouth?” A group of people also roared back.
Suddenly, the group of police officers understood the situation.
Darn it, so that’s what happened.
They immediately thought of the previous incident.
My God, how many fans does Zhang Fan have?
However, over at Zhang Fan’s side, the whole Armed Department was stirred up.
At that moment, more than forty SWAT officers had arrived at the Training Ground, quietly awaiting Zhang Dongyang’s arrival.
Damn, that’s the legendary Dragon Group, and they were alive, not just a rumor.
Having someone from Hidden Dragon become their instructor was beyond their wildest dreams.
“Good morning, Instructor!”
The moment Zhang Dongyang arrived, the more than forty men shouted in unison.
“This is a bit too much,” Zhang Fan murmured to himself, nearly scared out of his wits by their shout.
Damn it, did they have to yell out of the blue like that?
Excitement my ass, aren’t you guys SWAT officers?
How can you be so lacking in mental fortitude?
“No need for pointless talk, things like physical training are needless for you guys, the stuff I can teach you is very limited,” Zhang Dongyang said.
“We will follow the Instructor’s commands,” the group shouted again.
Zhang Fan quickly covered his ears.
“Dad, what about me?” Zhang Fan muttered softly.
“Hmm, there’s something for you to play with,” Zhang Dongyang said with a simple smile.
In an instant, Zhang Fan’s hair stood on end.
Why was Dad’s smile so terrifying?
At that moment, he had a bad feeling.
Suddenly, Zhang Dongyang pointed at the group and said, “Now we’re going to play a game.”
A game?
The group’s eyes widened instantly.
But soon, they were filled with anticipation again.
“Go get a military knife and some eye masks,” Zhang Dongyang instructed.
Hua Ling hurriedly ran to the storeroom and came back with a bunch of military knives.
“This…”
The group took a deep breath.
Damn, with this setup, it wasn’t going to be a real knife fight right off the bat, was it?
Eye masks too, were they going to do blind stabbings?
No way, those were military knives, a cut from one could cause serious trouble.
Zhang Dongyang picked up a military knife and began drawing circles on the ground.
Zhang Fan watched his dad do this in amazement, wondering what drawing circles on the ground was for.
After drawing twenty small circles, Zhang Dongyang finally stopped.
“The rules of the game are simple, one person stands inside a circle, another stands outside, the person inside covers their eyes with an eye mask, and the person outside attacks.
Whoever gets caught by the person inside, switches,” Zhang Dongyang explained.
“What?”
The group’s eyes widened instantly, damn, what kind of game was this?
This was clearly setting them up for a beating.
“Senior, what’s the purpose of doing this?” Hua Ling asked, puzzled.
“Hearing Shadows!
If you learn this skill, it can give you an advantage when facing multiple thugs.” Zhang Dongyang said.
“Ah?”
The eyes of the special police force lit up with excitement, each of them eager to try.
“I’ll start by giving you a demonstration.”
Zhang Dongyang spoke, picked up a blindfold, stepped into the circle, put on the blindfold, and then said, “Who’s coming at me!”
Hua Ling immediately stepped forward, walking towards Zhang Dongyang.
Zhang Fan’s eyes also shone brightly.
This skill sounds pretty badass.
“Here I come.” Hua Ling said and then moved behind Zhang Dongyang to throw a sudden punch.
At that moment, Zhang Dongyang moved; his body tilted, and Hua Ling’s punch passed right in front of him.
However, in the next instant, everyone’s eyes popped out of their heads.
Zhang Dongyang reached out his right hand, grabbed Hua Ling’s wrist fiercely, pulled, and then lifted his foot, kicking Hua Ling hard in the chest.
“Bang!”
It wasn’t until Hua Ling slammed hard onto the ground that everyone snapped back to reality.
Damn, he could send Hua Ling flying even with a blindfold on?
This skill is way too badass!
Zhang Fan’s eyes sparkled as well – damn, dad was so freaking cool.
At that moment, Zhang Fan felt like his dad was a deep, inscrutable well.
Hua Ling got up, holding his chest, his eyes flickering with an intensified fervor.
“Who’s taking me on.” Hua Ling growled, stirring up excitement among the group, as one after another snatched at the blindfold and took their stand inside the circle.
Yet, in the next moment, Zhang Fan’s eyes closed.
“Bang bang bang!”
“Ouch, damn it, who’s hitting so hard!”
Screams of pain filled the air; they regretted it the moment they put on the blindfolds.
Especially when the fists landed on their bodies.
That regret, though.
Damn, with both eyes in darkness, they had no idea about their surroundings.
Zhang Dongyang, holding the blindfold, walked over to Zhang Fan: “Put this on, step in there.”
Zhang Fan instantly felt a chill down his spine.
“Dad, please, no!” Zhang Fan cried out.
He knew all too well his dad’s capabilities; this was definitely a beating into a pig’s head kind of situation.
“No backtalk.” Zhang Dongyang immediately ordered with a stern face.
“Dad, not the face, please.
If my face gets messed up, I won’t be able to charm the ladies.” Zhang Fan carefully stood inside the circle and put on the blindfold.
However, in the next instant, he joined the screams of agony.
“Concentrate, feel with your heart.” Zhang Dongyang shouted angrily.
Zhang Fan muttered to himself in his mind.
Feel the pain in my body, huh!
God, who came up with this training method?
It’s outright sadistic.
In the distance, Ding Yang and a middle-aged man turned their attention this way, their faces quivering.
“As expected of a member from Hidden Dragon, even turning a game into something special.”
For the entire morning, everyone except Zhang Dongyang experienced what it was like to be hit.
Five minutes a round.
A twenty-minute break after two rounds.
The others were alright, at least they could get revenge.
But Zhang Fan, whether inside or outside the circle, was always the one getting hit.
However, after the tenth round, the frequency of hits Zhang Fan received significantly decreased.
From twenty punches in five minutes at the start, it dropped to eighteen.
He dodged two punches.
During this time, Ding Yang quietly brought over a box of Trauma Medicine.
“Poor kid!” Ding Yang sighed and walked away.