With the stout man sent flying, the gasps of the crowd abruptly ceased.
The stout man, lying on the ground, did not rise again.
Silence fell over the entire scene for a moment.
But as the stout man's life force ebbed away, the other four quickly sensed it.
"As expected, someone who can single-handedly kill nearly two hundred members of a gang wouldn't possess such limited strength," thought the well-built man.
Naturally, the others were also shocked.
Seeing their gang leader fall dead, the subordinates' fighting spirit surged.
After all, Chen Fan had already reached their doorstep. If they weren't enraged now, would they wait until Chen Fan stepped on their faces before reacting?
This was the thought process of these Red Star subordinates.
They had been loyal members of the Red Star gang for a very long time.
"You're courting death!" the effeminate man exclaimed, seeing the stout man fall dead, and leaped up in response.
The gentle woman also spoke at this moment.
"You dared to kill my cauldron! I will make you my new cauldron!" she said, leaping up alongside the effeminate man.
Among them, the stout man was undoubtedly the weakest, otherwise, the gentle woman wouldn't have called him a mighty cauldron.
Chen Fan had also noted their strength rankings.
Stout man — Gentle woman — Effeminate man — Well-built man, and finally, the old man.
"Our boss is mighty, our boss will win!"
The subordinates below, seeing two leaders attack simultaneously, had their fighting spirit reignited. After all, two leaders were attacking together! In their eyes, it was akin to gods descending, a guaranteed victory.
Some even began to celebrate prematurely.
Chen Fan found this rather amusing. He was, after all, the focal point of this battle.
Even the stout man, whose strength was not significantly inferior, had been kicked to death by him.
Did these two morons not realize how terrifying his strength was?
And they were still charging at him recklessly like this?
Chen Fan was perplexed but did not show it, as he needed to think.
Once again, with the sound of air being torn apart, just like before.
Chen Fan, also as before, saw two figures appear before him.
"Die!" the effeminate man shouted.
"My cauldron back!" the gentle woman followed closely.
Chen Fan did not even bother to look.
Another two kicks.
These two kicks shattered the beliefs of everyone present.
Following Chen Fan's two kicks, a force, similar to before or even more potent, swept through their abdomens, sending them flying backward, just like the stout man earlier.
This was strength, this was Chen Fan's lifelong capital.
This was Chen Fan!
As the two were sent flying.
This time, the scene was even more brutal than before.
The effeminate man's upper body was directly severed from his lower body.
The gentle woman was kicked all the way to the roof eaves of the Red Star headquarters.
One could imagine how terrifying Chen Fan's level was, how fierce the force of those two kicks.
How merciful the power used against the stout man was in comparison.
This was what everyone present was thinking.
"So terrifying! So brutal!" The old man, having witnessed this, said to Chen Fan.
"What level are you?"
Seeing the old man's terrified expression, Chen Fan sneered.
"I told you before, a group fight or a one-on-one. You refused, preferring to go one by one. What do you think my level is?"
Chen Fan said with a sneer, a confident smile playing on his lips.
The well-built man was also terrified by Chen Fan's strength.
"If only I had his talent at his age, I could have joined District Thirteen instead of wasting my life here," the well-built man thought painfully.
Perhaps it was regret, perhaps it was remorse, for not striving harder in his youth and joining a gang.
Why had he, in his youth, felt his talent was outstanding when invited by leaders at the District Thirteen recruitment fair, and firmly refused, thinking it didn't matter? He was only in his twenties and had lofty ambitions.
If he had known his potential would only stagnate at the peak of the Postnatal stage, perhaps he could have achieved the Golden Core stage strength of the District Thirteen leaders he saw back then.
And now, he was being beaten by someone not as strong as himself, while the ideals he once cherished were being trampled.
"Kill!" the old man's cry rang out.
The members of Red Star raised their cleavers, ready to charge and kill the one who was mocking their gang.
"Wait." A grand voice boomed.
The subordinates halted their ready-to-charge movements.
They respectfully stood to the side.
The old man and the well-built man turned their heads towards the entrance.
At that moment, a middle-aged man appeared at the entrance of the Red Star gang.
The middle-aged man rushed out.
He landed a punch on the old man's head.
"Nonsense!" he declared.
The old man looked at the middle-aged man who had emerged from inside with a bewildered expression.