272: Chapter 272: Don’t Come Over (Third Update) 272: Chapter 272: Don’t Come Over (Third Update) Arrest him?
The cops standing in the crowd started to scoff.
What a joke.
If Zhang Fan had performed surgery by force and something went wrong with the patient on the operating table, they wouldn’t have hesitated to apprehend him.
But now, he’d cured the person.
You think you can do better, then you do it.
The cops glared at the doctor and walked away.
“Haha, idiot!”
The others also started to mock.
Just then, a young man walked over, accompanied by two bodyguards.
“Here’s a million, take it and get lost.
Don’t cause trouble.
I advise you to settle this privately, or else, I’ll make sure you regret it,” the youth said, tossing a card onto Gao Jian’s face.
Yi Chuan’s eyes carried a dismissive look.
Humph, just hit someone, right?
A million should be more than enough to shut this family up.
He lifted his head and saw everyone around looking this way, immediately frowning and shouting angrily, “What are you looking at, scram!”
Zhang Fan’s eyes suddenly turned icy.
You hit someone and still dare to be so arrogant?
Just thinking about Gao Wen’s scarred face ignited a growing fury within Zhang Fan.
“To hell with your settlement.”
Zhang Fan walked over, clenched his fist, and smashed it directly into Yi Chuan’s face.
The punch, filled with Zhang Fan’s full strength, sent Yi Chuan hurtling away.
His head imprinted on the corridor wall, emitting an incredibly crisp collision sound.
Along with a scream, everyone’s gaze fell on Zhang Fan.
Wasn’t this the guy who just performed the surgery?
Meanwhile, the crowd also started to back away.
If someone’s walking around with bodyguards, could they be ordinary people?
In any case, they were not someone to mess with.
Yi Chuan’s bodyguards were stunned, but quickly stepped forward to help Yi Chuan up.
“Young master, are you alright?” one of them asked.
However, when they saw Yi Chuan’s face, their expressions changed dramatically.
Yi Chuan’s left cheek was now swollen, as if it had been hammered, a deep red mess.
There was also a large bump on Yi Chuan’s forehead.
“You dare hit our young master,” one of them got up, raising his hand to hit Zhang Fan.
Haha!
Zhang Fan scoffed, his body slightly bent, and like a rampaging bull, he charged straight out.
Fire seemed to be surging in Zhang Fan’s eyes.
Young master?
Haha, I’m hitting you alright.
The next moment, a Heavenly Shock scream rang out.
Bang!
Immediately after, an extremely violent collision sound was heard.
The glass along the corridor all started trembling.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed in that direction, and the next moment, they all drew a sharp breath.
A 1.9-meter tall strong man was now lying on the ground like a dead dog.
What in the world just happened?
Damn, they hadn’t seen anything clearly.
Zhang Fan lifted his leg and stomped hard on the man’s face.
The dull thud of a head hitting the ground made everyone take a sharp step back.
“Damn, who the hell is this kid?
Why does he hit so hard!”
Zhang Fan lowered his head, his voice as cold as a millennia-old glacier, sending chills down the spines of the onlookers.
“So what if you’re a young master, huh?
Thinking you can defy the heavens just because you’re with a young master?
Do you know, the little girl on the operating table almost died just now.
Is one million a lot?
Is it enough to buy a life?”
Zhang Fan was furious to the extreme, so he didn’t hold back at all when he attacked, a Thunderclap Palm directly shattering the man’s ribs.
The bodyguard next to Yi Chuan was shocked.
They were professionally trained bodyguards, yet he couldn’t even make out Zhang Fan’s movements.
In one second, or even less, his companion was already lying on the ground.
What kind of strength is this?
“What are you standing there for, hit him, damn it, dare to hit me, kid, you’re dead today,” Yi Chuan spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, glaring viciously at Zhang Fan.
Damn it, someone actually dared to hit him.
From childhood to now, it had always been him hitting others!
“Is that so?” Zhang Fan turned his head, staring coldly at Yi Chuan as he lifted his leg and walked toward him.
“I want to see how you’re going to kill me.”
“Young master, don’t talk, let’s get out of here quickly,” the bodyguard stood up, shielding Yi Chuan behind him, his eyes filled with wariness as he watched Zhang Fan.
“Get out of here?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Look at my face, what’s it like?
I’m telling you, if you don’t break his legs today, I swear I’ll kill you when I get home,” Yi Chuan roared furiously.
Feeling the burning pain on his face, his fists clenched tight.
“Young master, this guy must have had training, look at number seven, he’s definitely seriously injured,” the bodyguard said, his pores standing on end as he looked at the groaning figure in the distance.
“Bullshit, trained?
Aren’t you trained too?
Don’t you claim to be a fight master?
Are you here to con my family out of money?” Yi Chuan was livid, having been hit himself, and now his bodyguard was suggesting they leave?
At this moment, Gao Jian ran over.
He stood next to Zhang Fan and said in a low voice, “Xiao Fan, let it go, Wenwen is out of danger now anyway, one million is enough for Wenwen’s healing treatment.”
Gao Jian was very worried, he was just from a humble household, and the young man before him clearly wasn’t someone to be trifled with, escorted by bodyguards—how could he provoke such a person?
“Let it go?
Heh, old dog, let me tell you, this isn’t over today.
You hit me, I’ll make sure your whole family ends up with broken arms and legs,” Yi Chuan said venomously.
“Uncle Gao, stay out of this,” Zhang Fan’s eyes grew even colder.
Break the arms and legs of the whole family?
Heh!
The next moment, Zhang Fan’s hand shaped into a blade and he slowly advanced.
His steps, heavy and menacing, made the bodyguard break out in a cold sweat.
Crisis, a strong sense of crisis!
In his many years as a bodyguard, this was the first time he felt such an intense threat.
“Young master, run!” the bodyguard roared, retreating continuously.
“Run your ass!
It’s just one kid, can’t you take care of him?” Yi Chuan bellowed.
A corner of Zhang Fan’s mouth lifted, and he suddenly performed the Butterfly Dance Step.
In an instant, his figure turned into an afterimage, rushing towards the bodyguard.
“None of you are leaving today.”
The chilling voice seemed as if it came from hell, making even the spectators feel a bone-deep cold.
“Don’t mess around…” the bodyguard growled, turning his body sideways, ready to strike.
But the next moment, he was sent flying.
Accompanied by the sound of a breaking arm, he knew it was over.
The bodyguard flew three meters and crashed heavily onto the ground, causing everyone’s hair to stand on end.
My God, who the hell is this guy?
Zhang Fan stopped and slowly walked towards Yi Chuan.
“Come on, weren’t you going to break the arms of my whole family?”
Yi Chuan also sobered up at this point.
A palm strike sending someone flying three meters?
“Don’t come any closer, I am the young master of the Yi Family,” Yi Chuan retreated continuously, the vicious look in his eyes completely replaced by terror.