After finishing the call, Tang Yiming and the others, though still in unbearable pain, regained their arrogance.
"Chen Fan, you, a delivery guy, dare to lay such brutal hands on us. You're dead! I'll make sure you're doomed to eternal damnation and never recover!"
Huang Bowen gritted his teeth, leaning on a stool as he tried to stand.
After all, his knees, which felt like they had shattered, hurt terribly when he was kneeling.
"I don't care who you are, I want you dead!" the young man named Zhao Xiaoke snarled, his face filled with hatred.
"Even the Jade Emperor can't save you! When my dad arrives, you'll spend your whole life in prison!"
"I will definitely kill you! I, Wu Zhongliu, swear it here!"
"..."
"Tsk, tsk, the second-generation rich kids of Dahua are quite spirited!"
Hathaway sat beside Chen Fan, saying with keen interest.
Chen Fan felt speechless. Hathaway really loved to stir up trouble.
Tang Yiming also saw Hathaway's style of handling things, and he couldn't help but look dejected.
As one of the top second-generation rich kids in Hangjiang, Tang Yiming, though dissolute, had some self-respect.
If Hathaway hadn't given him that seductive glance that made him feel all giddy just now, he would have preferred to throw money at Chen Fan to make him leave, rather than falling into such a miserable state so quickly.
"Did I tell you to get up?"
Chen Fan ignored Hathaway, raising his chopsticks and speaking indifferently to Huang Bowen and the others.
As he looked at them, his gaze was indifferent, not particularly intimidating, but it still scared two of them into kneeling back down with a plop.
This move aggravated their injuries, and they immediately let out piercing screams again.
Huang Bowen gritted his teeth and said, "Chen Fan, don't be so arrogant. When my dad arrives, it will be useless even if you beg on your knees!"
"You're just a little better at fighting, aren't you? If you dare to kill me, you're dead if you can't!"
A young man, unaware of his own impending doom, shouted.
Chen Fan flicked his wrist, and two chopsticks shot out, piercing the knees of the young man named Wu Zhongliu.
Plop!
Wu Zhongliu collapsed to the ground, screaming, and then passed out.
Seeing this, Huang Bowen and the others immediately fell to their knees with a plop.
They were too damn ruthless!
Although their hearts were filled with venom and hatred, they had to be pragmatic at this moment and wait for reinforcements.
Tang Yiming's face also turned pale.
After taking action, Chen Fan's expression remained as calm as still water, without any ripples.
Tang Yiming no longer dared to speak.
Thus, apart from the moans of unbearable pain, the private room fell into silence.
Of course, Tang Yiming and the others could only pray in their hearts for their rescuers to arrive quickly.
"Hehe, darling, you are indeed the strongest man!"
Hathaway winked flirtatiously at Chen Fan, saying, "If you are willing to marry me, I can give up everything!"
"I told you, after today, you will return to your country!"
Chen Fan said coldly.
Hathaway looked dejected. "Darling, what makes her better than me?"
Chen Fan's face was grim, and he did not answer.
"Dragon Lord, do we really have no chance?"
Mei Huizi also came over and sat beside Chen Fan, asking with a hint of melancholy.
"No!"
Chen Fan answered curtly.
Mei Huizi lowered her head, the disappointment and a hint of sadness in her eyes difficult to hide.
Tang Yiming, hearing these conversations, felt a huge wave crashing in his heart.
He finally understood that Chen Fan wasn't seducing these two foreign beauties at all; rather, these two stunning beauties were clinging to Chen Fan.
Moreover, as a top second-generation rich kid in Hangjiang, Tang Yiming had seen many women. Now, he could tell that Mei Huizi and Hathaway's demeanor and bearing were beyond that of ordinary women!
So the question arose: what was the background of this delivery guy that Huang Bowen was talking about?
Tang Yiming no longer believed that Chen Fan was just a simple delivery man.
For this reason, he couldn't help but glare fiercely at Huang Bowen.
Just then, a middle-aged man, accompanied by security guards, rushed into the private room.
Upon seeing the scene in the private room, the middle-aged man stumbled, almost fainting.
He walked up to Chen Fan and said, "Sir, I am Chen Jingshan, the owner of this establishment."
"These gentlemen have extraordinary identities. Since you have already taught them a lesson, would you please give us some face and let them off for now?"
As he spoke, Chen Jingshan wiped the sweat from his face.
"Boss Chen."
A hint of amusement flashed across Chen Fan's face.
"Your face is worthless in their eyes, but valuable in mine?"
"The family backgrounds of these gentlemen are all top-tier in Hangjiang!" Chen Jingshan said with a wry smile.
Chen Fan said faintly, "Boss Chen, since you didn't step forward earlier, coming out now is only inviting humiliation!"
Chen Jingshan dared not say more and awkwardly retreated outside the door.
When Tang Yiming and the others had come here to cause trouble earlier, his subordinate manager had been slapped, and he hadn't dared to show his face, nor utter a single word.
Now, fearing that Tang Yiming and the others' predicament might implicate him, he came to plead for them, but Chen Fan naturally ignored him.
However, he at least had some self-awareness and didn't pester.
"Xiaoke, Xiaoke, are you alright!"
A few minutes later, a worried voice was heard, and a middle-aged couple, impeccably dressed, hurried into the private room.
"Dad! Mom!"
Zhao Xiaoke, who had been tormented to the point of being pale, tried to get up, but his legs had long gone numb.
"Xiaoke!" The woman rushed over madly and hugged Zhao Xiaoke, shrieking, "Who is it? Who dared to touch my son? I'll take his life!"
As soon as she finished speaking, another middle-aged胖子 (fatty) with people behind him followed in.
"Dad, Dad, save me quickly!"
Lu Mingfa's tears and snot were flowing down, "My knees are shattered! Will I be crippled?"
"Who, who dares to hit my son Lu Zecheng? Are they tired of living?"
Immediately after, more people barged in.
What was originally a spacious private room now seemed too small.
With the arrival of reinforcements, Lu Yuanfa and the others pointed at Chen Fan, denouncing his atrocities.
"Kid, you're dead!" Lu Zecheng gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you touch my son, Lu Zecheng? Even the Jade Emperor can't stop me!"
Chen Fan smiled, then suddenly slapped the table and said, "Did I allow you to get up?"
As his voice rang out, Huang Bowen and the others trembled.
"You scoundrel, you're looking for death!"
Lu Zecheng and the others were furious, waving their hands to signal the bodyguards and subordinates to rush at Chen Fan.
"Stop them!"
At this moment, a stern shout came from the doorway.
An old man in a Tang suit strode in, followed by several burly bodyguards.
The old man's face was spirited, and he exuded authority even without anger.
Lu Zecheng and the others turned to look and immediately called out respectfully, "Elder Tang!"
Their status and position were top-tier in Hangjiang, but compared to Elder Tang, they were insignificant.
Those who were rushing at Chen Fan also stopped.
Elder Tang parted the crowd, his gaze swept over, and after seeing Chen Fan, and then Hathaway and Mei Huizi, his expression suddenly changed dramatically.
"Grandpa, please save me!"
Tang Yiming finally saw his rescuer and cried out for help, putting on a miserable act.
In reality, he didn't need to act; his palm was still nailed to the table, and he was already in a very miserable state.
"Mr. Chen!"
To everyone's astonishment, Elder Tang walked up to Chen Fan and called out respectfully, then nodded in greeting to Mei Huizi and Hathaway.
His actions made everyone's eyes pop out, and they were utterly shocked.