Chen Fan pulled over a chair and sat down, still fiddling with the chips, his expression calm.
He Yifeng, having made up his mind, was constantly on the phone.
Several of his trusted aides, under his command, were also making calls.
Chen Fan beckoned Qin Tianyou over and said something in a low voice. The latter immediately began to clear the area.
Uninvolved onlookers were asked to leave the Yin Cheng Clubhouse. Most were reluctant, wanting to see how the day's events would unfold.
Unfortunately, Chen Fan gave them no opportunity.
The entire gambling hall became much emptier.
When He Yifeng put down his phone, his expression seemed to have calmed down considerably.
"Chen Fan, do you really think you can control me just because you've gathered a group of fighters?"
He stared at Chen Fan with a sinister gaze and said, "Do you think I've been managing the Yin Cheng Clubhouse for three years for nothing?"
"So, I'm giving you a chance to call for help."
Chen Fan said calmly.
"You'll regret this!" He Yifeng said coldly.
Chen Fan ignored him.
A mere He Yifeng was an insignificant existence; his life and death were in Chen Fan's hands.
The only reason He Yifeng was still alive was that the people behind him had not yet made their move.
"We have no enmity, and we've even gone through hardships together. Chen Fan, is it worth it for you to do this for a bunch of insignificant children?"
Chen Fan glanced at He Yifeng and said indifferently, "In my opinion, ten thousand of you are not as valuable as one child. If killing ten thousand of you could save one child, I wouldn't hesitate!"
"You..."
He Yifeng said hatefully, "Just you wait and see!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in his mid-twenties, accompanied by several others, strode into the gambling hall.
"Who dares to bully Miss Yuan? Are they tired of living?"
The newcomer shouted arrogantly, his gaze sweeping across the room. Upon seeing Yuan Fangfei, who was slumped on the ground, her features unrecognizable, he was instantly enraged.
"Young Master Wu, it's him!"
Yuan Fangfei, enduring the pain, pointed at Chen Fan.
"Mr. Chen?"
Qin Tianyou asked for instructions.
Chen Fan glanced at them and said calmly, "Make him kneel!"
"Right away!"
Qin Tianyou waved his hand, and his team members rushed forward like wolves.
"What are you doing? How dare you touch me? Are you tired of living?"
"Do you know who I am? Do you know the Wu family? One call from me will make you regret it. Don't touch me..."
Young Master Wu protested, unwilling to cooperate. The members of the Raptor Brigade were not polite; they gave him a few hard blows and forced him to kneel beside Yuan Fangfei.
The young master's face turned ashen with anger, and he continued to curse. Qin Tianyou kicked him forcefully to the ground.
He and Yuan Fangfei stared at each other, becoming a pair of ill-fated companions.
Watching Chen Fan treat his subordinates this way, He Yifeng sneered.
The more people Chen Fan offended, the more beneficial it was for him.
Not long after, hurried footsteps were heard from the open entrance of the gambling hall.
"Who dares to cause trouble in the Yin Cheng Clubhouse?"
Amidst the fierce interrogation, nearly a hundred people stormed in.
The leader was bald, with a face full of scars, exuding a murderous aura.
"Brother Hao, I apologize for disturbing you. I've encountered some trouble here and had to ask for your help!"
He Yifeng stepped forward and said.
The members of the Raptor Brigade remained still, their expressions filled with disdain.
The newcomers outnumbered the Raptor Brigade, but so what? They were just a bunch of thugs, no match for the Raptor Brigade.
Chen Fan merely glanced at them, too lazy to look further.
"Mr. He is too polite. Who is tired of living? You, you, or you?"
Brother Hao said dismissively, pointing randomly at the members of the Raptor Brigade.
He Yifeng's eyes showed a hint of disdain, and he nodded slightly.
"Don't worry, Mr. He. Leave it to me. How dare these few people come to Yin Cheng and act so arrogant? Are they looking for death?"
Brother Hao waved his hand and shouted domineeringly, "Who is your leader? Come over and kneel down to kowtow to Mr. He, or I'll break your legs!"
Qin Tianyou lit a cigarette and said casually, "Make them kneel at the entrance to welcome the guests who will soon arrive!"
"Yes!"
A thunderous, uniform response echoed as all members of the Raptor Brigade moved in unison.
Bang, bang, bang. In less than ten seconds, all of Brother Hao's men were lying on the ground.
Brother Hao was stunned, and his body trembled.
He had brought his most capable henchmen, but none of them could last ten seconds against any member of the Raptor Brigade.
In the blink of an eye, he was alone.
"Mr. He... Mr. He?"
He looked back at He Yifeng, who was not too surprised and had already distanced himself.
"Who... who are they?"
Brother Hao asked, his voice trembling.
"I'd like to know too," He Yifeng said, his eyes gloomy.
"Stop blabbering. Do you want to kneel yourself, or shall I help you?"
Qin Tianyou said to Brother Hao.
Brother Hao's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. "Brother, give me some face. I'm a boss in this area, after all."
*Slap.* A slap in the face was his reply.
Brother Hao covered his face, his expression miserable, and cried out, "He, you set me up!"
He Yifeng said coldly, "Brother Hao, you are a frequent visitor to Yin Cheng. When Yin Cheng is in trouble, you contribute your part. How is that setting you up?"
He glanced at Chen Fan, who hadn't even looked up, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.
*Plop.* Brother Hao knelt on the ground.
Others tried to resist, but it was all in vain.
"Kneel by the door, don't get in the way!"
Qin Tianyou slapped Brother Hao again and reprimanded him.
Brother Hao quickly got up and walked towards the door.
"Did I tell you to walk?"
Qin Tianyou said nonchalantly.
"Big brother, no, your highness, please leave me some dignity!"
Brother Hao pleaded.
"Your dignity is worthless?" Qin Tianyou kicked Brother Hao to the ground.
Brother Hao was on the verge of tears and had to crawl to the door.
His nearly a hundred subordinates formed two lines and knelt outside the door, extending all the way to the elevator entrance.
Two members of the Raptor Brigade stood guard outside. Brother Hao and his men had no choice but to accept it.
Just as the kneeling queue was formed, the elevator opened, and a few people walked out. They were startled by the kneeling queue before them.
The leader, a man in his forties wearing glasses, frowned upon seeing this.
After asking a few questions, he hesitated for a moment before entering the hall.
"Mr. He, what's going on?"
The man looked around, his gaze lingering on Chen Fan's face for a few seconds, and asked.
He Yifeng's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to explain in a low voice.
The middle-aged man approached Chen Fan and said:
"Mr. Chen, it's best to forgive when possible. There's no benefit for you in a mutually destructive outcome. I am Peng Tianrong of the Peng family. The Peng family has some influence in Hangjiang. Why don't we become friends?"
Chen Fan looked up at Peng Tianrong and said indifferently, "Kneel!"
Peng Tianrong was taken aback, then his face flushed with anger.
"Do you know what you're saying? You dare to tell me to kneel?"
"If you offend the Peng family, no matter who you are, you won't be able to move freely in Hangjiang. Do you know how to write the word 'death' when you ask me to kneel?"
"Verbose!"
Chen Fan replied with just two simple words.
Qin Tianyou naturally wouldn't be polite and moved to grab Peng Tianrong's shoulder.
Peng Tianrong was clearly prepared. The person behind him moved extremely quickly and lunged at Qin Tianyou.
With a bang, after their fists collided, Qin Tianyou was actually forced back.
Clearly, the person Peng Tianrong brought was a skilled fighter.
"Seeking death!"
Qin Tianyou's face turned angry, and he threw a punch fiercely.
Chen Fan flicked his finger, and a chip flew out, hitting the man's shoulder blade.
With a crack of bone, the man was knocked down by Qin Tianyou's punch and pinned to the ground by other team members.
Chen Fan calmly raised his wrist to check the time.
"He Yifeng, you have fifteen minutes left!"