"In a junkyard, we found the car that knocked Xiao Hu off the bridge, but there were no clues inside. The owner insisted he had no idea when that car was delivered," Da Xiong replied.
Chen Fan frowned slightly, "I recall that scrapped cars must be registered before being sent to the yard. He wouldn't possibly not know when that car was sent?"
"I also think that owner is suspicious, so I was planning to go see him myself," Da Xiong concluded.
"Where is it? I'll go with you," Chen Fan asked.
"Brother Fan, I can handle this. You're usually busy, there's no need for you to come along," Da Xiong advised.
Chen Fan asked again, "What's the location?"
"South Suburb Junkyard," Da Xiong finally revealed the location.
Chen Fan knew this place; it wasn't too far from their psychiatric hospital.
Immediately, Chen Fan started the car and drove towards the South Suburb Junkyard.
About twenty minutes later, Chen Fan parked the car outside the gates of the South Suburb Junkyard. The main gate was open, and various scrapped cars were being processed inside, the noise deafening. The two got out of the car and walked directly into the junkyard.
"Hey, what are you doing here! Who let you in!" As soon as Chen Fan and Da Xiong entered the junkyard, they attracted the attention of the workers inside, who pointed at them and shouted.
The large machinery that was operating also stopped, and the scene suddenly became very quiet.
Over a dozen young men in work clothes emerged from the surroundings, staring menacingly at Chen Fan and Da Xiong.
"Where's your boss? We need to see him," Da Xiong asked the young men.
The leading young man, holding a wrench, approached Da Xiong and poked his chest with the wrench, "Big guy, you think you can see our boss? Look at yourself, who do you think you are? Get lost, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
Da Xiong's expression instantly turned cold.
Ever since he took on Jin Shiran's position, no one had dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.
"Slap!"
Da Xiong raised his hand and slapped the man directly across the face.
"Ouch!" The man cried out in pain and fell to the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
The dozen or so men around them were stunned. They never expected this big guy to dare to make a move in their junkyard!
"I'll give you one minute to have your boss come out, or you'll face the consequences," Da Xiong's eyes revealed a fierce glint.
The man was startled by Da Xiong's gaze and quickly crawled back several meters, maintaining a distance from Da Xiong.
Then, he glared at the others around him and roared, "What are you all standing around for? Attack together! Beat them to death!"
The dozen or so young men snapped back to reality, each holding a weapon and menacingly approaching Da Xiong and Chen Fan.
Da Xiong surveyed the crowd. He didn't want to waste time here, so he announced his identity, "Listen up, my name is Da Xiong."
"Da Xiong?!"
Upon hearing these words, the surrounding people clearly froze.
Although they didn't know what Da Xiong looked like, who among them hadn't heard the name Da Xiong?
For a moment, the dozen or so men stopped in their tracks, staring at Da Xiong with expressions of horror.
However, the man lying on the ground, upon hearing Da Xiong's name, first paused, then a smirk curved his lips. He yelled at the surrounding crowd, "Don't believe this scoundrel's words. How could he be Da Xiong? Hurry up and cripple him!"
The dozen or so men exchanged glances, hesitated for a moment, and then continued to advance towards Da Xiong.
A cold glint flashed in Da Xiong's eyes, "You don't know what's good for you. Brother Fan, I'll handle these people."
With that, Da Xiong pulled a telescopic baton from his waist.
Facing these dozen or so scrawny youngsters, Da Xiong's physique was like an adult bullying elementary school students. One kick each, one slap could send a young man flying.
Seeing this, the man on the ground was dumbfounded. He never expected Da Xiong to be so powerful!
Just then, the man noticed Chen Fan, who had been standing still. Remembering how respectful Da Xiong seemed to be towards this young man, his eyes lit up.
"Quick, quickly grab that kid!" The man got up from the ground and pointed at Chen Fan.
A moment later, the leading man, along with four companions, surrounded Chen Fan.
Hearing the man's roar, Da Xiong's face showed a playful expression. These people were truly bold to cause trouble for Chen Fan.
The leading man's face was fierce as he pointed at Chen Fan, "Kid, that big guy dared to hit me, so I'll press your face to the ground first, and then slap it to pieces!"
"Oh? Is it like this?" Chen Fan asked, already raising his palm.
"Slap!"
Chen Fan's palm landed on the man's face.
"Ouch!"
The man immediately cried out in pain, blood mixed with teeth flying out of his mouth.
Instantly, the man's cheek swelled up like a pig's head.
"You, you, you dare to hit me too? You guys, attack! Capture this kid for me! I'll kill him!" The leading man was going crazy. His face felt numb, and he spoke with a lisp.
The four men didn't dare to delay and charged towards Chen Fan.
However.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Chen Fan delivered four consecutive kicks.
Four cries of pain, four figures, instantly flew backward.
The leading man couldn't even see how Chen Fan moved; he was instantly left standing alone, stunned.
"What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly," Chen Fan's gaze fell on the leading man.
"I, I..." The man was completely bewildered. Feeling Chen Fan's gaze, he trembled all over.
"Thump!"
Finally, the man couldn't withstand Chen Fan's aura. His legs went weak, and he knelt directly in front of Chen Fan.
Seeing this, the surrounding men also stopped their attacks and put down their weapons.
"Damn it, who dares to cause trouble in my place? I think you're tired of living!" However, at this moment, a middle-aged man's gruff voice rang out.
A middle-aged man emerged from a bungalow in the distance, followed by several burly men, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Boss, Boss!" Seeing the newcomer, everyone quickly called out.
The newcomer was the owner of the junkyard, Jiang Dashan.
"It's me," Da Xiong replied with a grim expression.
Jiang Dashan looked at Da Xiong. However, being nearsighted, he squinted and peered closely. Then, he was suddenly shocked, clearly recognizing Da Xiong's identity.