In a moment.
The coffee shop owner, all smiles, personally led his employees to tidy up. First, they moved the chairs aside, then removed the decorative panels, leaving a roughly ten-square-meter open space in the middle of the hall.
One couldn't tell how much money Zheng Yue's secretary had given him.
"Gentlemen, please show restraint during your spar."
The owner bowed respectfully to Lin Fan and Zheng Ke.
"This... lady..."
He had intended to speak with Zheng Yue, but as soon as his gaze fell upon her, Zheng Yue turned slightly away, not even bothering to look at him.
He wore a disappointed expression, but he also knew that someone who could casually part with hundreds of thousands must have a much higher status than him, and was entitled to ignore him.
He lingered for a moment before sending his employees back to the kitchen and positioning himself by the entrance, secretly observing the fight with keen interest.
Zheng Ke stretched his limbs and walked to the center of the space with a swagger.
"Kid, come here! I'll teach you a lesson today."
As Lin Fan was about to step forward, Tian Mengyao grabbed his arm. "Do you have confidence?"
Tian Mengyao's eyes seemed to say: If you're not confident, don't force it. I'll handle it.
"Don't worry."
Lin Fan gave a thumbs-up, a confident, silly grin on his face.
"Hey!"
Tian Mengyao called out to Zheng Yue, clearly uneasy. "My father is Tian Yutang. You can check his credentials now. If Xiao Fan gets even a scratch, I guarantee you won't be able to leave Yunqing City."
Zheng Ke's previous punch had been astonishingly powerful, and Tian Mengyao was extremely worried about Lin Fan's safety.
Zheng Yue's expression was one of disdain.
Their Zheng family enjoyed privileges in Siam; even killing a few people was a trivial matter.
The head of the Zheng family had always been the leader of Chinese merchants in Siam and held considerable influence throughout Southeast Asia.
When it came to background, Zheng Yue had never feared anyone.
"Fifth Miss."
Her secretary, worried, checked her phone and her expression drastically changed.
She quickly handed her phone to Zheng Yue. "Miss, please take a look."
"Oh?"
Zheng Yue quickly scanned the information about Tian Yutang, finding it hard to believe her eyes.
This young girl before her had a father who was a high-ranking official in a province!
While the Zheng family wielded power in Siam, Siam's scale was, in reality, comparable to only two provinces in China.
Tian Yutang, as a governor, held considerable power!
"Zheng Ke."
Zheng Yue was not one to act on impulse and knew the gravity of the situation.
She gave a few instructions in Thai, to which Zheng Ke nodded earnestly.
Tian Mengyao lifted her chin and let out a triumphant snort.
Zheng Yue rolled her eyes, puzzled. Her father was a high-ranking provincial official, so why was this girl associating with a charlatan?
At this moment, Lin Fan had already walked up to Zheng Ke.
"Zheng Ke, a general of the Zheng family, requests your guidance."
Zheng Ke's tone was domineering. He clasped his hands together at his forehead, performing a gesture of praying to Buddha.
The customs of Siam and Han Chinese culture were wonderfully blended in his action.
"An unknown nobody, Lin Fan, requests your guidance."
Lin Fan cupped his fists in return.
Both of them stared intently at each other, neither making the first move.
Zheng Ke knew his own limitations. They had no protective gear, and his lady had instructed him not to use excessive force. He found it difficult to gauge the right amount of power, fearing he might accidentally kill Lin Fan.
Lin Fan circulated his Purple Qi, cautiously on guard.
"Heh!"
Zheng Ke initiated the attack.
He lunged forward like a ferocious leopard, his speed almost blinding.
Twisting his hips, turning, and kicking.
All in one fluid motion!
Zheng Ke held back, avoiding Lin Fan's vital points, and instead aimed for his shoulder.
"Come on!"
To his surprise, Lin Fan did not dodge. He immediately put up his arms in a defensive posture, seemingly intending to take the kick.
Zheng Ke was shocked.
His forearm was not as sturdy as his shoulder. If this kick landed, it would surely break both of his forearms!
Instinctively, he tried to retract his force.
But in that instant, it was too late!
Bang!
A dull thudding sound echoed.
Lin Fan swayed.
Zheng Ke remained in his kicking posture. According to his plan, Lin Fan should be screaming in agony.
"So that's how it is."
Lin Fan's face lit up with joy.
He had previously thought Zheng Ke possessed some kind of internal energy, but in reality, Zheng Ke simply had incredible physical prowess, having refined his external force to the point of perfection. He used brute strength to overcome technique, relying on his powerful punches and kicks to break through his opponent's skill.
Unbelievable!
Lin Fan had no idea the battles and hellish training Zheng Ke had endured during his growth to push the human body's potential to its absolute limit.
"You're unharmed?"
Zheng Ke retracted his leg, momentarily stunned.
"I'm perfectly fine."
Lin Fan smiled.
"Hmph!"
Zheng Ke was furious. He felt that he had clearly held back, allowing Lin Fan's arms to remain intact.
Yet Lin Fan was acting so brazenly!
Tian Mengyao had been holding her breath, her hands pressed to her chest, and only now did she quietly sigh with relief.
He had blocked it.
Excellent!
"Kid, you're asking for death!"
Zheng Ke attacked again, reaching out to grab Lin Fan's shoulders.
Knee strike!
Elbow strike!
As the saying goes, an elbow is three times stronger than a punch, meaning the force of an elbow strike is triple that of a punch.
And the destructive power of a knee is far greater than that of an elbow!
Zheng Ke was confident that he could defeat Lin Fan with a single blow.
Bang!
Lin Fan ducked, stepping back two paces, but he couldn't completely avoid Zheng Ke's outstretched right foot.
Zheng Ke's right foot directly struck Lin Fan in the abdomen!
However, Lin Fan was prepared. He had already circulated his Purple Qi throughout his body, rendering any attack inconsequential.
Lin Fan dodged, sometimes taking a punch or a kick, all the while searching for an opportunity to counterattack.
Boom, boom, boom!
While the people dodged, the surrounding tables and chairs suffered.
Solid wood tables, half an inch thick, were like foam under Zheng Ke's punches and kicks, shattering one after another like a destructive storm.
Clang!
A crisp, ringing sound.
A table blocking the way was kicked flying by Zheng Ke.
Visibly, as the table flew through the air, one of its legs was clearly bent.
The coffee shop owner was so shocked his jaw nearly dropped.
All the furniture here had been sourced by him personally. They were made of steel pipes half an inch thick!
They felt heavy in his hands, and he thought they would last a lifetime. Little did he expect them to be bent by someone's kick!
Was this even human?
Watching Zheng Ke, like a flood, sweep through, uprooting everything in his path, smashing anything in front of him with his fists and feet, Tian Mengyao's heart pounded in her chest with anxiety.
If not for the complete lack of panic on Lin Fan's face, Tian Mengyao would have called for a stop by now.
"The warm-up is almost over."
Lin Fan deliberately took a few punches and kicks, already having gauged Zheng Ke's power limit.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zheng Ke's expression was extremely strange.
He had clearly felt several times that he had landed solid hits, enough to kill even a bull.
Yet Lin Fan was still bouncing around, which made him feel uneasy and significantly diminished his confidence.
Lin Fan remained calm and composed, beckoning him: "Come on."