112: Chapter 112: All Go to Die 112: Chapter 112: All Go to Die Looking for me?
Zhang Fan was somewhat puzzled; these people, who appeared to be around thirty years old, were dressed in suits and hardly like any ordinary street punks.
Moreover, Zhang Fan could sense that these men were definitely trained, and they were of professional hitman caliber.
Liu Fei?
He didn’t have the guts.
He had already been scared out of his wits back at the phone store.
Qiu Shaoqian?
Unlikely, given his character, he’d surely want me to speak well of him in front of Uncle Ye; otherwise, he wouldn’t have given me ten million yuan.
Then who could it be?
Suddenly, a gleam flashed in Zhang Fan’s eyes.
If someone dared to make such a big move, picking this time of night—although it was only a little past eight and the local villagers hadn’t turned off their lights to go to bed yet—it was clear that they were not afraid of escalating the situation.
The only ones with such boldness were from the Starlight Hotel, nobody else.
However, Zhang Fan still wanted to make sure.
“Who are you?” Zhang Fan called out.
Four men blocked the door, while the rest of the twenty surrounded Zhang Fan.
It was only under the light that Zhang Fan could see that the leader had a scar on his face, making him look exceptionally fierce.
The scar-faced man walked over, his face full of disdain, “Who am I?
Haha, you don’t need to know that.
Just break your arms and legs, and we’ll go back to report.”
“Where’s your dad?
Call him out,” the scar-faced man continued.
Zhang Fan laughed.
At this moment, he became even more certain that these people were sent by the Starlight Hotel.
Besides them, no one else would look for both him and his dad, especially since his dad had beaten Brother Wu into a lifeless dog and broken one of each limb.
Clearly, these people were here for revenge for what had happened at noon.
“Ah, dad, there’s trouble!” Zhang Xiaoyuan, holding clothes, walked out and immediately screamed at the sight of more than twenty people in the courtyard.
The lewd look immediately crossed the mouth of the scar-faced man as his eyes fell on Zhang Xiaoyuan.
“Yo, what a delicate girl.
Tsk tsk tsk, kid, let her have some fun with us, and we’ll leave right away.
How about that?” the scar-faced man said in a mocking tone, the light in his eyes growing more intense.
Zhang Fan laughed, his eyes turning icy at that moment, and then he stepped forward with the Butterfly Dance Step.
In an instant, he was in front of the scar-faced man, leaping lightly with his palm striking like a knife—a Thunderclap Palm chopped down.
With this palm, Zhang Fan used all his strength, slashing directly at the scar-faced man’s face.
Damn it, still thinking about laying a hand on Xiaoyuan?
“Crack.”
In an instant, a scream echoed.
The nose bridge of the scar-faced man was directly severed by Zhang Fan’s fierce palm, turning his entire nose into a lump of mush.
As Zhang Fan landed, he stepped again and stretched out both hands, grabbing one of the scar-faced man’s arms.
He twisted the wrist forcefully, and the Bone Separation Hand was executed immediately.
“Crack.”
A crisp sound rang out again as the right hand of the scar-faced man dangled downwards, dislocated by Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan lifted his leg and kicked the scar-faced man in the chest, the powerful force sending him flying backward.
The men behind the scar-faced man were quick and caught him, their eyes filled with shock.
They were very clear about the scar-faced man’s strength; in a one-on-one fight, none of them were a match for him.
Yet, in an instant, the scar-faced man was crippled by the youth before them.
My god, how could this kid be so terrifying?
The other twenty or so men looked at each other and then pulled out a baton from their waists.
“Click, click, click!”
The sound of the batons rose and fell.
“Kill that brat for me,” the scar-faced man howled in pain, shouting at the men behind him.
“Attack!”
Seven or eight people rushed towards Zhang Fan at once, they didn’t believe that this youngster could fight against seven or eight of them.
Moreover, I do have a weapon in my hand.
Watching the group of people running towards him, Zhang Fan didn’t dare to be careless.
1V1, he would dare to fight even if the opponent was wielding a knife, but it became a bit tricky when seven or eight people ganged up on him at once.
Zhang Fan’s eyes flashed as he suddenly noticed the pile of equipment his father had brought back, the target standing in the sand became his goal.
The nearly two-meter-tall metal target looked a bit like an oversized fly swatter.
Zhang Fan executed the Butterfly Dance Step, and in an instant, he was in front of the target.
He raised his hand and directly pulled it out of the sand, turned his head, and a brilliant smile appeared on Zhang Fan’s face.
Weapons?
I’ve got one too.
Zhang Fan carried the target, his feet suddenly moved, and a distance of four or five meters was closed in the blink of an eye.
Arriving in front of these people, Zhang Fan swung the target and smacked it straight out.
Looking at Zhang Fan, who moved like a ghost, those people’s eyeballs were almost scared out of their heads.
Shit, so fast, is he even human?
While they were still in shock, a dark shadow pounced towards them.
Not good, something’s coming.
Several people swung their sticks hard, chopping down in anticipation.
Zhang Fan sneered, then immediately stopped, raised the target high, and leaped with great force.
“Eat my fly swatter,” Zhang Fan shouted as the huge target came crashing down from the sky, smacking straight towards one person’s head.
In the light, these people finally saw the reflective metal object above their heads, and they scattered, leaving only the guy who froze in place directly under the target.
“Smack!”
The sound was somewhat muffled as Zhang Fan’s target heavily smacked down.
“Hiss!”
The sound of sharp intakes of breath continued, a group of people stared with wide eyes at the person lying motionless on the ground, feeling chills running down their spines.
Damn, how terrifying is this kid in front of them.
“Attack together,” someone shouted, and then, over twenty people surrounded Zhang Fan at the same time.
Zhang Fan looked at this scene and couldn’t help but bitterly smile.
Damn, these guys aren’t rookies, and with the yard being so small, how can I fight with over twenty people?
But just at that moment, Zhang Dongyang came out.
“Let me do it.”
Zhang Dongyang’s voice was very low; his right hand held a military dagger across, its blade emitting a sharp light that seemed to pierce the night.
Zhang Fan knew how terrifying his father was, so he naturally stepped back; he also wanted to see how his father would deal with these more than twenty people.
Zhang Xiaoyuan hurried over, looking extremely concerned, “Are you hurt?”
Zhang Fan shook his head, “I’m fine, let’s just watch.”
Zhang Fan retreated to a lounge chair, sat down, and rocked the chair while watching his father’s figure.
The group of more than twenty people stood still; they naturally saw the military dagger in Zhang Dongyang’s hand, and they were well aware of what kind of item it was.
This thing, it could kill people.
“What are you waiting for, get him,” the man with a scarred face covered his nose with one hand, blood dripping continuously.
At this moment, all he wanted was for everyone in this courtyard to die!