153: Chapter 153: Twenty-three Echoes 153: Chapter 153: Twenty-three Echoes “Everyone’s here, huh?”
Zhang Fan watched the group rushing toward him, a sneer curling the corners of his mouth.
Qin Le leaned against the wall, beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead like peas.
“Kid, hahaha, come on, keep it up, I must see you down today,” Qin Le’s expression turned wild.
When had Qin Le ever been beaten like this?
“Really!”
Zhang Fan slightly tilted his head and moved to Qin Le’s front like a ghost, squatting slightly, he grabbed Qin Le’s collar and, with a strong pull of his arm, Qin Le was abruptly hoisted high into the air.
“This mouth of yours, truly deserves it.” While saying this, Zhang Fan swung his hand and slapped Qin Le’s face ferociously.
“Smack, smack, smack!”
A few crisp slaps rang out, and even the group of more than twenty people who had rushed over froze in place.
Damn, this kid actually hit Qin Le again.
“You’re looking to die, kid.”
A roar of rage erupted, and a youth of about 1.9 meters tall charged over.
Zhang Fan slightly lifted his head, and as the youth ran toward him, he raised his leg.
The charging figure suddenly halted, then was sent flying back at an even faster speed.
“Boom!”
The figure flew four meters away and crashed heavily to the ground.
“Damn, that’s fierce.
Is this guy really the same one who got out of a hospital bed?
Shit, he just ran 47.192 kilometers an hour ago, how is he still able to fight?”
“Zhang Fan junior is so cool, I like him so much, what should I do, I can feel my whole heart being taken away by him.”
“Just one word, tiger!
From now on, I’m a fan of Zhang Fan!”
“+1, the fierce among the world, should be like this, changed lanes to become a fan, a fan for life!”
“Brothers, send a rocket gift, let’s celebrate for our little Demon King, Zhang Fan.”
Suddenly, the live stream was filled with various gifts flying across the screen.
The entire corridor fell silent, even Ye Jingtian stared wide-eyed.
This guy really never stops.
Heh, they’re just a bunch of trash from the Provincial Sports Commission.
So he beat them, so what?
When Xiong Lin comes over, he really wants to ask them what kind of trash his donations of tens of millions a year have raised.
Are these people even worthy of being called athletes?
They’re a disgrace to the country.
“Why are you shouting so loudly, speak properly if you have something to say,” Zhang Fan said coldly, and then he raised his hand, slapping Qin Le’s face resoundingly.
“I’ve started hitting, what about it?
I’m telling you, you’ve been asking for this beating, playing the victim won’t work, isn’t this what you wanted?
I’ll indulge you.” Zhang Fan’s hand kept swinging.
In no time, Qin Le’s face was covered in blood.
Teeth flew out, and blood poured freely.
Only when that face was severely misshapen did Zhang Fan throw Qin Le to the ground.
His eyes coldly locked onto the twenty or so people frozen in the corridor, his eyebrows twitched slightly as he slowly spoke, “What are you standing there for, didn’t you want to fight?
Come on, then.”
His voice was very light, yet it landed in everyone’s ears like thunder.
The surrounding people stood frozen in place as if they were puppets.
“Shit, what are you, muppets?
Avenge me,” Qin Le lay on the ground, his speech unclear, the resentment in his eyes intensely venomous.
The next moment, the twenty or so people finally snapped out of it, their bodies shivering uncontrollably, and then they roared angrily as they charged at Zhang Fan.
More than twenty people, almost in five rows, came barreling forward.
Zhang Dongyang stood by Zhang Fan’s side, his eyes as cold as those of a death god from hell, a faint killing aura making Zhang Fan shiver involuntarily.
“Such a terrifying presence.” Zhang Fan couldn’t help but shiver, and thinking of his father’s fierce methods from the previous night, he said, “Dad, leave these small fries to me; you’re too heavy-handed, you should sit this one out.”
The people around were stunned.
Too heavy-handed?
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What the fuck, you’ve almost crippled the guy, and you still think that punch was light?
But then, in the next moment, everyone reacted, what the fuck, Zhang Fan’s dad is going to fight too?
God damn, isn’t this the time someone should step in to mediate?
That guy’s an athlete, for fuck’s sake, twenty-something people are charging over, can Zhang Fan even remain standing after that?
However, to everyone’s amazement, Zhang Fan’s dad actually nodded and seriously took a seat in the chair beside him.
What the fuck, is this guy even his real dad?
Zhang Fan’s dad is truly invincible.
How freaking broad-minded can he be?
The viewers in the livestream were also left speechless.
“Damn, dare to bully my idol, in S city, right?
I’m coming over right now, wait for me.”
“You bastards, give a hand will ya, what are you standing around for, there’s like dozens of you, watching the damn show, motherfucker, all these fake fans, I’m about to take a flight there.”
“+1, I’m almost at the S city provincial hospital now, brothers who are coming, remember to bring some bricks, there’s no wall to tear down here, I’m pretty bummed.”
“Coming right now, brothers on the way, wait for me.”
“Heh!” Zhang Fan sneered, and in the next moment, he grabbed the clothes on his chest, and suddenly tore the fabric, revealing his incredibly solid chest.
This move made the girls in the livestream scream once again.
“So cool, I think I’m in love.”
“I’m going to S city right now, and my mom doesn’t have to worry about me not having a boyfriend anymore.”
“So this is the Prince Charming I’ve been waiting for all my life, I always thought my heart was made of stone, but this time, it actually fluttered.”
“Why do I feel like I’m forcibly being fed dog food?”
A bunch of singles felt a pang in their hearts.
“1!”
Zhang Fan whispered, lifting his leg and landing a direct kick on someone’s knee.
“2!”
Zhang Fan’s palm was like a knife, slicing across someone’s shoulder.
“3!”
Zhang Fan stepped back, grabbed a fire extinguisher nearby, and hurled it out.
“4!”
Zhang Fan moved like a ghost, showing up beside someone, performing the monkey steals peaches.
“5, 6!”
Zhang Fan grabbed the shoulders of two people, and his Bone Separation Hand technique was instantly deployed.
“23!”
With the final count, the only person left standing got a punch from Zhang Fan directly to the chin.
“A bunch of trash, oh man, no good, feeling all achy, need to lie down.” Zhang Fan said, then suddenly turned, walked over to his dad, and like a rag doll, he flopped onto the chair.
The livestream fell dead silent.
At that moment, nobody was spamming the chat, nobody sent any gifts, everyone held their breath, watching the twenty-something people lying on the ground, boiling with excitement.
“Hiss!”
A sound of someone taking a sharp breath came from a patient’s throat, the next moment, everyone in the corridor felt a chill.
Fuck, just twenty-three counts, and twenty-three people were knocked down?
Holy shit, is this an illusion?
One person bit their tongue hard, immediately shuddering from the pain.
Fuck, it’s real.
Listening to the cries of agony on the ground, everyone was dumbfounded, staring at Zhang Fan shaking his leg on the chair, they blinked hard.
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