"Smash his mouth for me!" Zhang Yanling ordered coldly.
Instantly, two burly men walked towards Sun Mingshan and grabbed him by the collar.
Sun Mingshan was terrified, his legs went weak. If he hadn't been held by the collar, he would have collapsed to the ground by now.
"Ms. Zhang, I, I really didn't know who you were just now. I thought you were crying to find that kid because of relationship issues. Ms. Zhang, I will absolutely never speak carelessly again. Please, spare me for my old age. I'll tell you where that kid is right now!" Sun Mingshan pleaded with a choked voice.
If he were beaten, he, the director of Jinghua Neurosurgery Hospital, would lose face for the rest of his life.
"No need for him to tell you, I am Chen Fan." Just then, Chen Fan finished his last bite of food and stood up, saying calmly.
Sun Mingshan froze, looking at Chen Fan with a complicated expression. This Chen Fan was practically digging his grave!
Chen Fan's voice drew everyone's attention.
Zhang Yanling looked at Chen Fan, her eyes filled with rage. She had naturally seen Chen Fan's photo, and the person in front of her was indeed Chen Fan!
Chen Fan walked slowly towards Zhang Yanling, pointing at the burly man who was holding Sun Mingshan by the collar. "You guys continue. Don't mind his age, he's strong. A few slaps won't kill him."
Sun Mingshan's eyes widened, trembling with anger. He pointed at Chen Fan, about to curse him out.
"Slap!"
Another slap landed on Sun Mingshan's face from the burly man.
This burly man's strength was unlike Zhang Yanling's. With one slap, he made Sun Mingshan's mouth crooked, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips.
At this moment, Sun Mingshan wished he could strangle Chen Fan to death with his own hands!
"Do you know why I came to find you?" Zhang Yanling asked, glaring at Chen Fan furiously.
Chen Fan looked Zhang Yanling up and down. "Your anger seems like an irreconcilable hatred, but I don't think I've offended you."
"I am Long Han Chen's mother!" Zhang Yanling said coldly.
Chen Fan frowned slightly.
"Today is the seventh day after my son's death. I will take you to him and make you atone for his sins!" Zhang Yanling's eyes revealed a murderous intent.
"Your son's death has nothing to do with me," Chen Fan replied.
"Hmph, nothing to do with you? If it weren't for you, why would my son have gone to Jiang City? If it weren't for you, how could my son have been seriously injured? I haven't even dared to touch him with a finger, yet you beat him to that state. And that assassin, they must be related to you too! A life for a life, Chen Fan, no one can save you today!" Zhang Yanling glared at Chen Fan angrily.
Chen Fan responded calmly, neither humble nor arrogant, "Then why did your son go to Jiang City? Why don't you blame his despicable methods? The retribution he received for his actions is his own doing."
"His own doing? How dare you say that about my son? I'm telling you, he can do no wrong. The only ones who are wrong are you! Because he is Zhang Yanling's son!"
"Madwoman!" Chen Fan cursed.
"Cripple him! I want him to kneel before my son and repent, then be buried with my son!" Zhang Yanling's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Several burly men standing behind Zhang Yanling quickly walked towards Chen Fan.
The burly man at the front punched towards Chen Fan's face.
Seeing this, Chen Fan did not dodge. Instead, he met the burly man's punch with his own.
"You're looking for death!" The burly man smirked.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound.
The burly man staggered back two steps, and Chen Fan did the same. The immense impact forced Chen Fan back half a step.
"Kid, you've got some skill," the burly man said, looking at Chen Fan with surprise.
Chen Fan was equally shocked. This was the first time he had encountered an opponent who could make him retreat half a step.
"But I'd like to see how long you can last against so many of us," the burly man said, preparing to attack again.
Chen Fan's gaze became serious, ready for a fierce battle.
"Stop!"
However, at that moment, an old voice rang out from the entrance of the restaurant.
The sudden sound made everyone turn their gaze towards the entrance.
An old man walked in slowly, followed by two bodyguards.
Seeing this person, everyone present was startled, and even Zhang Yanling's expression changed slightly.
"Steward Wu!" The middle-aged man quickly stepped forward and bowed.
The old man ignored the middle-aged man and walked slowly to Zhang Yanling.
"Steward Wu," Zhang Yanling also addressed him, her tone very respectful.
The newcomer was none other than Wu Chengyang, the steward of the Long family for forty to fifty years.
"Please accept my condolences regarding Han Chen's matter," Wu Chengyang bowed slightly.
"Steward Wu, I have found the murderer. It's this kid. Please, the family, give us justice!" Zhang Yanling said with red eyes.
Wu Chengyang's gaze fell upon Chen Fan.
Chen Fan also looked at Wu Chengyang. His deep eyes made Chen Fan feel a sense of danger.
For a moment, Chen Fan's muscles tensed, ready to resist at any moment.
Noticing Chen Fan's reaction, Wu Chengyang smiled mockingly and looked back at Zhang Yanling, who was awaiting his reply. "The family head said that no one is allowed to interrupt this competition."
"But!" Zhang Yanling's eyes widened, and she wanted to say more.
Wu Chengyang spoke again, "Do you think that just because you have some money, you can disregard the family?"
"Yanling wouldn't dare!" Although Zhang Yanling was furious, she still lowered her head and replied.
Then she added, "But he is the murderer who killed my son. Han Chen, after all, is a descendant of the Long family."
Wu Chengyang ignored Zhang Yanling, glanced at the astonished Chen Fan, and turned to walk out of the restaurant.
"Madam, what should we do?" asked the burly man after Wu Chengyang left.
Zhang Yanling took a deep breath, her angry eyes fixed on Chen Fan. "Chen Fan, I want to see how long the family will protect you! The day you leave the Long family will be the day you pay for my son's life! I will have your life!"
With that, Zhang Yanling also turned and walked out of the restaurant.
"Ouch, ouch!"
On the side, Sun Mingshan, whose face was beaten into a pig's head, kept groaning in pain.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and several waiters stepped forward, intending to take Sun Mingshan for medical treatment.
Sun Mingshan, who had managed to stand up, pointed at Chen Fan and shouted with a slurred voice, "Kid, I, Sun Mingshan, am not done with you either!"
"Ouch!"
But he pulled on the wound at the corner of his mouth, causing Sun Mingshan to grimace in pain.
Chen Fan was unconcerned by the threats from Zhang Yanling and Sun Mingshan. The only thing he cared about now was whether he could wake his mother up.