473: Chapter 472: Bro, Can We Slap a Different Face?
[6 Chapters] 473: Chapter 472: Bro, Can We Slap a Different Face?
[6 Chapters] What happened?
Everyone was stunned.
They had only felt a flash before their eyes, and when they looked again, Gangzi had already disappeared, while Ning Fan was still standing there calmly, walking unhurriedly toward the scar-faced man.
“Where’s Gangzi?” the scar-faced man blinked and asked in surprise.
The people around him shook their heads.
Just then, a trembling underling spoke up, “Scar-faced bro, I…
I saw Gangzi…”
The scar-faced man turned his head in confusion and followed the direction the underling’s trembling arm pointed.
He saw it.
A large trash can was still swaying in place, with Gangzi’s feet sticking out; he had somehow ended up thrust into the trash can.
What was going on?
When had he gotten in there?
“Pull Gangzi out,” the scar-faced man said sternly, turning his head to look at Ning Fan in front of him.
This guy, such bizarre tactics!
“Did you do this?” the scar-faced man asked gravely as a few underlings went to pull Gangzi out.
Ning Fan nodded slightly.
“Trash him!” the scar-faced man said without hesitation.
He was already feeling that something was off.
This guy was just too composed.
In normal circumstances, no one could react like this, right?
But this guy seemed completely fine, normal even.
In such situations, unless the other party was insane, he couldn’t think of any reason why his opponent would be so brazenly confident.
If he had to say, it must be that this guy, had enough means to handle him!
This point, one could see from Gangzi’s situation.
Things had come to this, he couldn’t talk about fighting one-on-one anymore.
Everyone, attack together and crush him; getting his money was all that mattered.
This time, the money the store owner offered was too good to give up!
As he spoke, a crowd of underlings swarmed him with a rustle, didn’t say a word, and started throwing punches.
“Haha…
bring it on!” Ning Fan exclaimed excitedly, lifted his foot, and did not retreat but advanced straight into the crowd.
At that moment, Ning Fan’s entire demeanor changed as if he was a wolf charging into a flock of sheep; his fists swung with a whooshing sound continuously smashing out.
The sounds of thuds were incessant; with every punch thrown, another pitiable guy was knocked flying to the ground, unable to get up again.
From a distance, the scar-faced man kept watching the changes, and after a minute, his expression changed.
This guy’s combat strength was formidable!
Two minutes, the scar-faced man’s face started to pale.
In that span of time, half of his brothers had fallen, and Ning Fan hadn’t received a single scratch; he moved like a ghost among the crowd, his body flickering so that no one could touch him.
Three minutes, his body began to tremble.
Five minutes…
Ning Fan stopped, stood in place, the same smile from the beginning still on his face, looking at the scar-faced man with a grin.
Now all the brothers the scar-faced man had brought were down, not one could stand anymore.
As Ning Fan stood there alone, surrounded by a heap of struggling toughs, the scene looked incredibly eerie.
The scar-faced man gulped nervously, opened his mouth but found he didn’t know what to say.
“Do you know where you went wrong?” Ning Fan walked up to the man with the scar, asking indifferently.
“No, I don’t know,” the man with the scar stammered.
With a slap, Ning Fan struck him across the face.
The force of the slap was not small, causing the man’s face to swell instantly, distorting his features.
“Do you know now?” Ning Fan continued.
“No, no, no, don’t hit me, don’t hit me, I know now,” the man with the scar hurriedly said, waving his hands: “I…
I shouldn’t have come to you, shouldn’t have asked you for that jar.”
With a slap, the second blow was delivered.
Striking the same face, this time not only did the man’s face swell even more severely, but two teeth were even knocked loose.
And yet, the man with the scar showed no courage to resist.
In front of Ning Fan, he felt as vulnerable as tofu, utterly defenseless.
If he fought back, it would not only be ineffective, but it could even provoke Ning Fan to beat him more brutally.
“Wrong, go on,” Ning Fan said with an indifferent expression.
The man’s whole body trembled as if in spasm, racking his brains.
Just then, he suddenly saw Xu Xiaoqing not far away, holding the jar.
His eyes lit up, and he blurted out, “I know, I know, I shouldn’t have thought about hitting her, I…
”
With a slap, the third blow was delivered.
The man’s words stopped abruptly, his mind going blank.
“Still…
still wrong?
I…
I…” the man with the scar stammered, genuinely clueless about what he had done to provoke this ruthless man.
“Uh…” Ning Fan’s face turned slightly awkward, and he touched his nose, saying, “This time, it’s right.”
“Right?” the man with the scar widened his eyes: “Even when it’s right, I still get hit?”
“Sorry, it was reflex,” Ning Fan shrugged.
The man with the scar was extremely frustrated, a burly man now looking as pitiful as a child, his tears nearly falling.
And come on, if you’re going to hit me, at least change where you hit, thought the man with the scar, wanting to cry but out of tears.
He didn’t even know what his own left face looked like now; probably even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him.
“Go tell the shop owner, the item is mine now.
If he wants it, he can keep coming for it,” Ning Fan casually dropped a statement and walked over to Xu Xiaoqing, ready to take the jar from her.
But Xu Xiaoqing clutched the jar tightly in her arms, “I’ll hold it for you.”
“Uh…
okay then,” Ning Fan could only agree reluctantly.
Together, the two quickly vanished into the alley.
The man with the scar stood dumbfounded, looking at his comrades scattered across the ground.
The whole ordeal seemed like a dream.
A cold wind blew, and the man with the scar shivered violently, tightening his clothes.
He swore in his heart that in the future, if he ever saw this guy again, he would detour half the city to avoid him!
Too terrifying!
Ning Fan and Xu Xiaoqing left the alley and quickly returned to the villa.
After much difficulty, Ning Fan got the jar back from Xu Xiaoqing and went to his room, ready to examine it closely.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Picking up the phone, Ning Fan’s expression instantly turned strange.
The phone displayed a name: Xu Rongfei!