The Thirteenth District personnel soon rushed before Bai Lin, Chen Fan, and the others.
The short, stout man in the suit and the woman in luxurious attire widened their eyes, eagerly anticipating Chen Fan and Bai Lin being beaten. The thought of them being killed and their bodies dumped in the wilderness even crossed the short, stout man's mind.
And in that very moment.
Chen Fan moved, with the roar of a storm, and charged directly at the armed personnel.
Although the short, stout man had no idea what Chen Fan was up to, these armed personnel were keenly aware of Chen Fan's aura.
"This is!!!!! A martial artist!!!" shouted the captain leading the armed personnel to his subordinates.
The other armed personnel quickly prepared to track Chen Fan's aura.
Because in the sight of everyone in the grand hall, Chen Fan had vanished without a trace.
"Where did CEO Chen go?" asked Manager Huang.
"Where is this kid?" said the woman in luxurious attire.
The short, stout man seemed to sense a different aura and immediately became nervous.
Everyone in the hall was stunned, but only Bai Lin watched with amusement, a half-smile playing on her lips.
Suddenly, a large group of armed personnel felt a gust of wind blowing towards them.
"Bang... Bang... Bang..."
The armed personnel only felt a strong wind blowing directly at them, and they promptly lost consciousness.
A large group of armed personnel also fell to the ground.
Chen Fan's figure then appeared in the sight of the armed personnel and everyone else.
Manager Huang was dumbfounded, staring blankly. Chen Fan hadn't been there before, so why did he suddenly appear now?
The short, stout man was also bewildered by Chen Fan's reappearance and the simultaneous collapse of a large group of armed personnel.
Sweat broke out on his brow instantly.
The captain leading these men had dealt with martial artists before, and looking at Chen Fan, it was clear he was no ordinary martial artist, but one of very high caliber.
However, the captain of the armed personnel did not feel intimidated by Chen Fan's strength, because he knew that the price of not resisting would be death.
But in truth, Chen Fan had not used his full strength earlier; he had even held back somewhat. Otherwise, the armed personnel lying on the ground would likely be dead by now, rather than merely unconscious.
"Kill! Avenge our fallen brothers!"
Seeing the armed personnel lying on the ground and not getting up, the armed captain assumed they were dead and the thought of avenging his fallen comrades immediately emerged.
Although the short, stout man had witnessed Chen Fan's strength, his hope was still placed on this group of armed personnel, after all, they were from the Thirteenth District.
Seeing the situation, the woman in luxurious attire, lacking any frame of reference, could only watch.
As the remaining armed personnel prepared to charge again, Chen Fan, not wanting to cause further trouble,
directly removed his jacket.
At this, all the armed personnel, including the short, stout man, were utterly shocked.
Chen Fan's casual sweatshirt was pulled off.
Beneath it was the uniform of a team leader from the Martial Professions Department of the Thirteenth District Headquarters.
The armed personnel, though not understanding, immediately knelt down on one knee.
"Still want to play?" Chen Fan asked the short, stout man.
The short, stout man could tell it was a Thirteenth District uniform, but he couldn't discern its rank.
However, these armed personnel were not foolish; they saw their superiors in this very uniform every day.
They certainly knew what this uniform signified.
But the short, stout man, feigning composure, asked the kneeling armed personnel.
The armed personnel ignored the short, stout man's question, remaining kneeling with their heads bowed, awaiting Chen Fan's judgment.
What confused the short, stout man the most was that with all the armed personnel kneeling on one knee, Chen Fan looked at them like a monarch.
"What exactly is your identity..." the short, stout man asked tremblingly.
The woman in luxurious attire was also stunned, for in her mind, her seemingly all-powerful husband, who could so easily resolve any trouble, seemed to have met his match this time.
But she still remained silent, as the current atmosphere was too awkward and tense.
Hearing the short, stout man speak, Chen Fan turned his gaze towards him.
An aura immediately emanated from his body, suppressing the short, stout man.
The short, stout man dared not even meet Chen Fan's eyes. Thinking back to his earlier actions towards Chen Fan, he wished he could simply vanish on the spot. After all, in his own mind, he still had no idea of Chen Fan's true standing within the Thirteenth District, and feared that if he displeased Chen Fan now, he would be on the streets tomorrow.
The portly man looked at Chen Fan with immense fear, while Chen Fan gazed at him nonchalantly.
Perhaps this was fear from the depths of the soul.
Seeing the armed personnel kneeling, Manager Huang dared not speak further, knowing only that he had followed the right person this time.
"What company are you from?" Chen Fan calmly asked the short, stout man.
Now, faced with Chen Fan's question, the short, stout man dared not remain silent and immediately replied, Da Feng Novel Network.
"In the Thirteenth District, Sector Three, subordinate to the Ri Jing Thirteenth Branch Office Building," the short, stout man replied tremblingly.