Chen Fan's words made Tang Yiming pause for a moment.
Then he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Chen Fan?"
Huang Bowen, who had just walked in, also noticed Chen Fan and was slightly startled.
"Disappear in ten seconds? Who do you think you are? Come on, tell me your name, and let me see what you've got!"
Tang Yiming slammed the table and stood up, looking down at Chen Fan condescendingly, his demeanor arrogant.
He found Chen Fan's words preposterous.
On the streets of Hangzhou, no one dared to speak to him like that before. Even the older influential figures had to consider his family background and treat him with courtesy.
Everyone else, after being stunned, also started laughing, doubled over with mirth.
Even Meihui Zi and Hathaway started laughing.
But unlike the others, they were laughing at these foolish individuals who didn't know their place.
They had no doubts about Chen Fan.
"Who is it? Oh, it's Chen Fan!"
Huang Bowen also laughed at the remark, pointing at Chen Fan and saying, "You, a delivery guy, dare to be so boastful and suicidal? Do you know who Young Master Tang is?"
Chen Fan didn't answer at all. He looked at the wristwatch on his wrist and suddenly said, "Time's up!"
"So, he's a delivery guy? Tsk tsk, I thought he was someone impressive. Haha. Don't talk about ten seconds, give yourself a hundred years, what can you do to me?"
Tang Yiming was laughing so hard that tears were almost coming out of his eyes.
The situation was so absurd that his anger dissipated, leaving only amusement and unbridled mockery.
"Bowen, you know this guy? A deliveryman dares to brag like this. Today has truly been an eye-opener!"
"Pfft, what's wrong with the world these days? A delivery guy can be the boyfriend of two foreign beauties? Ladies, are you blind?"
"Tsk tsk, today's events have provided me with a year's worth of laughter!"
"Time's up, come on, delivery brother, don't hold back, show us your skills, let us old folks get a glimpse!"
"..."
Amidst the unrestrained ridicule, Chen Fan did not get up.
With lightning speed, he slapped the table in front of him.
With a bang, a pair of chopsticks suddenly sprang up.
His palm left the table, and with a gentle grasp, he caught the chopsticks and casually thrust them to the side.
Ah...
A shrill scream rang out. A pair of chopsticks had effortlessly pierced through Tang Yiming's right hand, which was resting on the table, pinning the entire hand down.
All other sounds abruptly ceased. Only Tang Yiming's pig-like screams echoed in the private room.
Huang Bowen and the others stared with wide eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.
They never expected that Chen Fan would dare, would actually dare, to pin Tang Yiming to the table with chopsticks.
The fact that the chopsticks, made of high-grade wood with rounded tips, could easily pierce Tang Yiming's palm was itself a horrifying and unbelievable feat.
Meihui Zi and Hathaway, however, their eyes lit up, and they looked at Chen Fan with admiration.
"You, what are you doing?"
"You're asking for death!"
The others lunged towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged. He placed his palm on a plate of peanuts in front of him, then flicked his palm sharply.
Each ordinary peanut flew out like a celestial scattering flowers, shooting towards the charging Lu Mingfa, Huang Bowen, and the others like bullets.
Puff puff puff...
These young masters had no time to react. They felt a sharp pain in their knees and tumbled to the ground.
Meihui Zi and Hathaway smiled, not surprised by this.
While they didn't claim to know Chen Fan intimately, both of them knew he was powerful, though they weren't sure to what extent.
The waiters, who had been watching at the door, afraid of any major disturbances, stared with wide eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Was it humanly possible to incapacitate everyone with peanuts?
Who was this young man, sitting calmly and serenely, that he could do such a thing?
Among them, those with sharper observation skills even noticed that some peanuts had embedded themselves in the wall, a feat beyond imagination.
Screams and groans filled the luxurious private room.
In the room, besides Chen Fan and Tang Yiming, all the other men had collapsed on the floor.
"My... my legs, it hurts so much!"
"Ahhh, my knees feel shattered, I'm going to kill this bastard."
"..."
Among them all, Huang Bowen was the most shocked and the most unable to accept what had happened.
He felt as if both his knees had shattered. He tried to get up, but every movement sent bone-chilling pain through him.
Only then did Chen Fan stand up and look at Tang Yiming.
With his hand pinned to the table, Tang Yiming was sweating profusely from the pain. He reached out with his left hand to try and pull out the chopsticks, but they wouldn't budge. Any touch caused him excruciating agony.
"You... how dare you do this to me? Do you know who I am? I, my Tang family will never let you go."
Seeing that he couldn't pull out the chopsticks, Tang Yiming, his face covered in cold sweat, spoke with utter venom.
Chen Fan casually picked up another pair of chopsticks from the table.
Seeing Chen Fan's action, Tang Yiming shivered. The venom in his eyes was replaced by fear, and he cried with a quivering voice, "Stop... stop, please! My grandfather is Tang Dezheng."
Chen Fan ignored him, picked up a peanut with the chopsticks, and put it into his mouth.
"Pfft!"
A charming and alluring laugh rang out.
It was Hathaway who laughed.
She stood up, walked over to Tang Yiming's side, and said leisurely, "Mr. Tang, I warned you that my boyfriend is a very powerful man, and provoking him has serious consequences. Why didn't you believe me?"
Looking at Hathaway's exquisitely beautiful face and her incredibly hot, devilish figure, Tang Yiming wanted to cry but had no tears.
Your warning at the time actually had the opposite effect, didn't it?
"Tsk tsk, it seems, Mr. Tang, that you are not only not strong, but pathetically weak!"
Hathaway continued, "I wonder if you can still drink in your current condition?"
Still drinking?
Large beads of cold sweat broke out on Tang Yiming's forehead. He looked utterly drained and said, "If you offend our Tang family, and the Lu family, the Huang family, and the Wu family, you will not have good consequences!"
He wasn't stupid, and he didn't dare to provoke Chen Fan further. His threat was more subtle.
Chen Fan glanced at Hathaway, who was beaming with excitement, and said slowly, "Make a call!"
Tang Yiming blinked.
"Do I need to lend you a phone?"
Chen Fan said coldly.
Looking at Chen Fan's calm demeanor, Tang Yiming felt completely unable to understand him.
Wasn't this guy just a deliveryman? Why was his martial skill so terrifying?
And why was he so composed after injuring someone of his status?
However, looking at his hand pinned to the table, with blood seeping out and being unable to move it at all, Tang Yiming had no other choice.
With his left hand, he inconveniently took out his phone and shakily dialed.
"Grandfather, hurry and save me, I'm about to be beaten to death, woo woo..." Tears streamed down his face; he truly couldn't control them.
As a prominent young master in Hangzhou, he had never suffered such hardship in his life!
On the other end of the line, he was met with a scolding. Old Master Tang clearly didn't believe him.
Tang Yiming could no longer care about his dignity. He could only wail pitifully to gain sympathy before the other end agreed to rush over as soon as possible.
Huang Bowen and the others, after some hesitation, also called home for reinforcements.
After all, they couldn't swallow this insult.
Even Tang Yiming had called Old Master Tang over, so they had nothing to hold back.