Lu Fan smiled as he saw Mo Xiong draw out another soft whip. He knocked the driver unconscious with a single palm and tossed him aside.
It was evident that this old man enjoyed playing with whips, and this soft whip was much better than the previous one. The earlier one was purely for torture, while this one was a genuine weapon, a golden-silk soft whip.
A golden-silk soft whip differed from ordinary soft whips. Historically, soft whips were made from sections of bronze or iron rods connected together, making them both soft and hard. The most common were the seven-section whip and the nine-section whip.
However, the soft whip in Mo Xiong's hand was a true soft whip, likely made from animal hide, but adorned with three golden threads that emitted a radiant glow! A faint sharp edge was visible at the tip of the whip, suggesting a hidden blade.
"A good thing! Hahaha! It must be very valuable!" Lu Fan licked his lips; he liked anything valuable.
"Hmph! Today, I'll make you die by this good thing!" Mo Xiong's mouth twitched. Damn it! This kid was eyeing his golden-silk soft whip. He was asking for death!
Whoosh... With a sharp tearing sound that ripped through the air, the soft whip flew towards Lu Fan.
Swish... Lu Fan quickly dodged to the side. A soft whip was a very flexible object, and one couldn't parry it, or the returning part would injure them. Therefore, Lu Fan could only jump and dodge.
Crack, crack, crack... Mo Xiong's whip technique was indeed impressive. The soft whip danced up and down, forwards and backward, left and right, shifting unpredictably.
Lu Fan wasn't in a hurry to attack. In his mind, this golden-silk soft whip was already his. However, he needed to learn the whip technique before using it. His eyes focused on Mo Xiong's every movement, even his every breath, and the curves of the whip as it moved with the man.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Mo Xiong launched a frenzied attack on Lu Fan, only to find the young man constantly jumping and dodging, refusing to retaliate. More importantly, he couldn't land a hit. Damn it! Was he putting on a show? Didn't he have any respect for elders? This was exhausting!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Mo Xiong, panting heavily, finally stopped. "Kid! If you let me go, I can give you money! A lot of money! It's better than us both getting injured."
"Heh heh! With your meager skills, you think you can injure me? Old man! You're too conceited. Your whip technique is good, but your strength is too weak. You're not even a Grandmaster, yet you dare to challenge me. You court death!" Lu Fan sneered and suddenly advanced towards Mo Xiong.
Crack... Mo Xiong hastily swung his whip.
Swish... Lu Fan suddenly sidestepped, avoiding the sharp edge hidden in the whip's tip, and reached out to grab the soft whip.
"This soft whip is mine!" Lu Fan yanked it towards him, and swish... the soft whip flew out of Mo Xiong's hand, landing perfectly in Lu Fan's grasp.
"Give me the golden-silk soft whip!" Mo Xiong became agitated. It was a family heirloom, and he couldn't lose it in his generation.
"Then have it!" Lu Fan waved his hand, and crack... the golden-silk soft whip struck Mo Xiong.
Swish... Mo Xiong's shoulder and back instantly bore a large, circular bloody mark. The whip was soft, so the wound could take various shapes.
"Ah..." Mo Xiong cried out in pain, his face filled with horror. He knew the power of this golden-silk soft whip. Although it was a whip, the three golden threads on its body were no less potent than blades. Moreover, the tip concealed a fine, sharp blade, like a sharp flying dart, capable of killing with ease.
"Lu Fan! Let me go! I can give you a lot of money!" With a thud, Mo Xiong knelt on the ground.
"Alright! Money makes things easy! But first, tell me, who sent you to deal with me?" Lu Fan flicked the whip in his hand and said coldly.
"It was... it was... the Lin family!" Mo Xiong said dejectedly.
"The Lin family! Hmph! I'll kill you all sooner or later!" A flash of anger crossed Lu Fan's eyes. He glanced at Mo Xiong, an idea forming in his mind.
"Mo Xiong! I can let you go, but... I have one condition!"
...
Lu Fan emerged from the small woods and glanced at the road not far away. Just then, a four-wheeled vehicle bounced along in the distance. Lu Fan quickly walked to the road, stopped the vehicle, and hitched a ride into the city.
After Lu Fan left, Mo Xiong stood up from where he had been kneeling and looked at the two large men and the taxi driver lying on the ground. A murderous glint flickered in his eyes.
"Steward Mo... Steward Mo! We... we won't say anything!" The taxi driver and the two men said in panic.
"I only trust the dead!" Mo Xiong's mouth twisted into a grimace as he menacingly approached the three.
...
A moment later, Mo Xiong drove the taxi away from the small woods. A while later, a large truck filled with garbage sped past...
Lu Fan was unaware of what happened afterward. By then, he had taken another taxi and arrived at the driving school. Principal Luo and Coach Liu Mei were already waiting at the school, and Lu Fan's driver's license was ready. After some pleasantries and exchanging contact information, Lu Fan left the driving school with his license and headed straight for the antique market.
The jade gambling field was as lively as ever. Yan Menghan, however, was leisurely sipping expensive Pu-erh tea in her room.
"Young Master! Lu Fan is here!" Elder Chang suddenly appeared at the door with Lu Fan.
"Hahaha! Little brother Lu Fan, come and have some tea!" Yan Menghan called out, pouring Lu Fan a cup of tea.
Elder Chang closed the door and turned to leave.
Lu Fan walked over and sat by the tea table.
"Lu Fan! Here are the car keys for that vehicle. I've also transferred Wu Meng's car to your name. This car is yours from now on!" Yan Menghan took a car key and a file bag from the side and placed them in front of Lu Fan.
Lu Fan was stunned. Yan Menghan had truly surprised him. The car had already been transferred. How did he know his identity information? This person... had far more influence than he could have imagined!
"Thank you, Boss Yan!" Lu Fan said quickly.
"Oh! Haha! You're welcome! You're welcome!" Yan Menghan looked at Lu Fan and, seeing that Lu Fan hadn't touched anything, was a little surprised. "Little brother Lu Fan! Aren't you going to open it and take a look?"
"I naturally trust Boss Yan's word!" Lu Fan said calmly, picking up his teacup and taking another sip. This wasn't because he truly trusted Yan Menghan, but rather because he felt that someone of Boss Yan's status wouldn't bother with such trivial matters. Moreover, how could a mere piece of paper escape his x-ray vision?
Yan Menghan nodded with satisfaction as she looked at Lu Fan and took a sip of her tea. This kid's demeanor wasn't like someone from a remote village with little experience.
"Boss Yan! I have something else I need your help with!" Lu Fan said suddenly, putting down his teacup.
"Little brother, you're too polite. Just say what you need." Boss Yan's face lit up, and he immediately replied.
"I have a friend I met late in life, who has saved some treasures and savings over a lifetime. However, these items are too valuable, and it's difficult to find a market for them at the moment. So, I'd like to trouble Boss Yan to help me find a sales channel to convert these treasures into cash!" As Lu Fan spoke, he reached behind him and, as if performing a magic trick, pulled out a suitcase. He gently opened it, revealing a suitcase full of jewelry and ornaments.