172: Chapter 172: Who Else?
172: Chapter 172: Who Else?
“Fatso, today I’m definitely going to beat you to death,” Zhang Fan raged furiously.
Even though he could knock someone down with a single palm strike, hell, there were over eighty people here, and he had just his two hands.
Additionally, there were intervals between each Thunderclap Palm strike, after all, it was synchronized with his breathing.
Between each breath, damn it, if it weren’t for his quick Butterfly Dance Step, by now, he would have taken at least twenty punches.
Even with the Butterfly Dance Step, Zhang Fan still got punched in the head.
This bunch of sons of bitches was extremely vicious; if it were the old days, he would have been knocked down by that punch by now.
Zhang Fan was enraged.
“Ha!”
He raised his hand, and a Thunderclap Palm sent a charging person flying; the next moment, Zhang Fan swiftly dodged.
“Damn it, go to hell.”
Zhang Fan saw a fist coming right for his face, immediately twisted his body, powered up his right leg, and shot forward, arriving right next to the man.
He raised his hand, Thunderclap Palm, without the slightest hesitation.
This palm strike, Zhang Fan gave it his all, hitting the man square in the face.
Damn it, if that punch had landed on his face, wouldn’t it have swelled up like a pig’s head?
Even if he took a few hits to the body, he definitely wouldn’t let a punch land on his face.
“Smack!”
An amplified slap echoed loudly.
The man’s head twisted ninety degrees, seven or eight teeth, with streaks of blood, flew out.
As for his face, it turned bright red like blood.
“Charge, a bunch of losers, damn it, do you even deserve to be in this place?” The fat man was freaking out because Zhang Fan was only five meters away from him now.
At this moment, he wanted to kill the person who had sent Zhang Fan in.
Damn it, sending such a Demon King in here for just two hundred thousand per leg, wasn’t this particularly against them?
Two hundred thousand, who the hell wouldn’t want it, and the target was just a student with no background, wasn’t this like handing over money?
“Long Xiao, you bastard, wait till I get out, I’ll smash your hotel to pieces.”
The fat man’s heart was wailing; this time, he was severely tricked by Long Xiao.
“Fatso, it’s your turn now.”
While the fat man was cursing Long Xiao, Zhang Fan rushed over with a quick stride and landed his hand directly on the fat man’s chest.
“Crack!”
The fat man flew backward in response, smashing hard onto the ground.
Watching this scene, Big Gold Tooth lowered his head even more fiercely, and as he heard the numerous screams, Big Gold Tooth shuddered all over.
Damn it, this kid, he’s simply a monster.
One man against more than eighty people, and in less than ten minutes, he had defeated more than forty people.
Each one had either broken ribs or arms.
Hell, was this guy even human?
Looking at the group lying on the ground, the remaining bunch couldn’t help but swallow their saliva; at this moment, cold sweat was seeping out of their pores, and their hair stood on end.
“And then there’s you.” Zhang Fan turned around, his eyes twinkling like the stars above.
“Bro, I dare not anymore, please spare me,” one of them said with a trembling voice.
That look in Zhang Fan’s eyes, like the Killing God, truly scared him completely.
Especially seeing the group lying on the floor, it made him lose all will to resist.
“Heh heh, now you know fear?” Zhang Fan sneered.
Where was this fear before, damn it, the back of his head was still hurting.
Think you’re getting off easy?
No way!
Zhang Fan moved like the wind, swiftly arriving beside the man, and struck his back with a palm.
Hmph, since when is there such an easy way out in this world, begging for mercy when you can’t win a fight?
Damn it, just a moment ago you were yelling about taking your own arms and legs.
“All of you, get down.” Zhang Fan commanded, then charged towards the others.
Those people were already scared out of their wits; seeing Zhang Fan approaching, they started to run for their lives.
“Help, help!”
Their screams echoed out.
People in the other cells watched in bewilderment at what was happening in cell number one.
No incidents had occurred in cell number one for over a month, could it be that a new inmate had arrived?
“Hey, brother, got any inside information?
Who the hell got thrown into one?
Damn it, Fatty Baldy and his gang, they are all ruthless folks,” someone asked.
“How should I know?” the man replied listlessly, chewing on a toothpick.
A short man said disdainfully, “A bunch of dead fish.
Jin Da Ya and his cronies went in there, and it seems there’s also a high school kid.
Moreover, someone has put a price on the kid’s arms and legs, with one arm going for two hundred thousand.
Damn, why am I not in one?”
“What?
Two hundred thousand for an arm?
Shit, that’s an incredible deal!” someone exclaimed.
“Who exactly is this high school kid?
Who the hell did he piss off to deserve such a cruel fate?”
“No, this doesn’t sound like that high school kid’s voice, does it?” someone suddenly questioned skeptically.
“Eh, it really doesn’t seem like it.
Fuck, something is not right.
Why are so many people crying for help?
By the sound of it, it’s like Huang Er Fat’s voice.”
“And Liu Da.”
“Shit, and Bloody Dog’s voice too.
What the hell is going on?
Are they fighting over the two hundred thousand?”
Speculation ran rampant among the inmates of other cells, who were dying to find out what was happening.
Damn it, what on earth is going on, why is everyone screaming as if they’ve seen a ghost?
These guys are from one, for god’s sake.
Aren’t they all tough guys?
Aren’t fights a common occurrence there?
Why do they sound so weak now?
“A bunch of trash, daring to stay in one,” someone sneered dismissively.
In one, more than twenty people faced Zhang Fan, looking like Killing God himself, their faces deathly pale.
“Bro, let us go.
We didn’t recognize Taishan.
Please don’t lower yourself to our level,” a man in his thirties gulped down saliva in fear.
Damn it, this kid looks just like a high school student, how can he be so freakishly strong?
Eight hundred thousand, to hell with your eight hundred thousand.
Even if there were five million, there’s no life left to get it.
Big Baldy, Sleazy Man, Tattooed Man, Big Fatty; damn it, these guys used to strut around in one like they were all that, but now, they’re lying on the ground like dead dogs.
Broken arms here, cracked ribs there, and Sleazy Man here might just be China’s last eunuch.
He sure as hell didn’t want to end up like this.
The others hastily chimed in, “Young man, we were all misled by the Four King Kongs, please have mercy.”
Zhang Fan coldly surveyed the group, still feeling the punches he had just taken, the pain still lingering.
Spare you?
Spare your ass!
The next moment, Zhang Fan charged out, reached the closest person, and raised his hand for a palm strike.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
Constant screams rang out as people flew around like kites with cut strings, hitting the walls and lying on the ground, drained of all strength.
“Anyone else?”
Zhang Fan stared down the more than twenty men from Jin Da Ya’s group, his eyes ablaze.