Ling Yanxue remained silent. She understood the current situation clearly. With Chen Zeyu not helping her, she could no longer resist.
Zhao Qingqing also said nothing. Zhang Fan, standing beside her, suddenly thought, was it because Zhao Qingqing was bullied by this ugly bald man in his previous life, feeling extremely wronged but unable to express it, that she fell gravely ill?
"It must be," Zhang Fan felt there was a ninety percent chance. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile, finally finding the culprit.
"Brother Qiang, is it?" Zhang Fan stood up, looking at the rough, burly man who was half a head taller than him, and flashed a bright smile. "You have one minute. Organize your words and apologize to Qingqing. Otherwise, you'll only be crawling out of here today."
Chen Zeyu and Gao Duyang and others in the private room heard this tone and content, almost identical to before, and couldn't help but smile wryly. It was one thing for this kid to show off in front of them; at most, a leg would be broken. But to dare to show off like this in front of Brother Qiang could be fatal.
"Haha, interesting." The bald Brother Qiang didn't get angry when he heard this. Instead, he burst into laughter. "Young people nowadays are really too amusing."
Ling Yanxue, however, looked at the thin silhouette standing in front of her. A glimmer of hope began to spread in her despairing heart. Although she knew this young man couldn't stop Brother Qiang, his willingness to stand up at this moment was a hundred or even a thousand times better than her useless boyfriend.
Brother Qiang looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Young man, do you know that in this North District, no one has ever dared to make me, Yan Qianghu, crawl out!"
"Oh, really?" Zhang Fan said lightly, "Perhaps not before, but now there is."
"Good, you have guts. Much better than those two cowards," Brother Qiang said. "Since you're so amusing, I'll play with you first."
After speaking, Brother Qiang turned and sat opposite Zhang Fan, waving his hand casually. "Break both his legs and make him kneel before me."
As Brother Qiang's words fell, two of the ten men in black suits standing beside him stepped out and walked towards Zhang Fan. Their heavy footsteps, intimidating gazes, and chilling murderous intent...
This perfect atmosphere was shattered by Zhang Fan's kick. The two men in black had only taken two steps before Zhang Fan charged forward and kicked them flying. These two burly men in black were caught off guard and kicked squarely against the wall, stopping only after a second.
"Fighting is so slow, are you really gangsters?" Zhang Fan rubbed his fists and looked at the remaining eight men in black, smiling faintly, "Come at me together. It's too troublesome to fight one by one."
Ling Yanxue had already despaired. She dared not look at the tragic fate of this stubborn young man, but in the space of a brief daze, those two imposing and burly men had actually been sent flying and stuck to the wall.
What immense power was hidden within this young man's slender body? Perhaps she could truly escape this ordeal today?
Zhao Qingqing also stared at the scene, dumbfounded. It seemed the cousin she knew was slowly disappearing, replaced by a young man she found unfamiliar.
However, when Zhang Fan gave her a reassuring look, she felt he was still familiar, and it was somewhat warm.
...
"Heh heh, no wonder he's so arrogant. He's actually an internal force martial artist!" Brother Qiang was somewhat surprised to see Zhang Fan kick his two strong subordinates away with a single kick, but it was only surprise.
Having been in the underworld for many years, he knew the concept of internal force martial artists. He himself had taken a master and practiced martial arts for decades, which was why he could be so successful in the underworld.
"I'll spar a few moves with you," Brother Qiang said with a smile, slowly putting down his wine glass. He didn't believe that this young kid's internal force could be stronger than his, who had cultivated for decades.
"Alright." Zhang Fan smiled brightly. Just as he was about to make a move and teach this extremely rough-looking bald man, Brother Qiang, who dared to grope everywhere, a phone call rang.
"Who is it?" Zhang Fan noticed an unfamiliar number and asked.
"Mr. Zhang... Mr. Zhang, it's me, Lin Ruyue." The voice on the other end sounded somewhat nervous.
Zhang Fan paused, then remembered that Lin Ruyue had asked for his number when they parted yesterday.
"Oh, what is it?" Zhang Fan asked curiously. Wouldn't this little girl want him to teach her again? He didn't have time for that now.
"It's like this, Uncle Xu knows you're very interested in 'spirit medicine.' He's just gotten a piece of news related to 'spirit medicine,' so he asked me to come pick you up. Are you at Huayuan Community now?"
"No, I'm at a KTV called 'Jin Bi Hui Huang' right now. I'll hang up for now; I'm about to fight." Zhang Fan said.
"Fight?" Lin Ruyue's voice immediately rose several octaves. "Mr. Zhang, don't make a move yet, I'll be right there."
Lin Ruyue knew that Zhang Fan was a powerful existence, comparable to a martial arts legend, a congenital master. A fight involving such a person would surely be spectacular. Her passion for martial arts made her wish she could fly her Mercedes sports car right then.
...
"Heh heh, what? Calling for backup?" Brother Qiang saw Zhang Fan taking a phone call and didn't make a move, waiting patiently.
"En, she asked me not to make a move yet," Zhang Fan said.
He didn't quite understand why Lin Ruyue asked him to wait. Was it because she was afraid he would hit too hard and kill the person directly, so she wanted to rush over to supervise him, allowing Zhang Fan to beat the person until he was barely breathing?
If that was the case, then he would wait for her.
"I'll wait until my friend arrives before making a move," Zhang Fan added.
"Alright, I'll wait. But I'll wait for at most ten minutes. When the time is up, if your friend still hasn't arrived, then I can only apologize," Brother Qiang chuckled and sat down again. He wasn't afraid of them running away since they were cornered here anyway.
"En." Zhang Fan nodded, thinking to himself that if she still hadn't arrived after ten minutes, then he would have to act as he pleased.
The private room became exceptionally quiet due to the temporary truce between the two. Everyone appeared somewhat nervous, except for the rough Brother Qiang, who kept smiling at Zhang Fan. He was thinking, "This kid loves showing off so much. I'll definitely beat him and his helper soundly in front of his friend later. The feeling of slapping their faces would be super satisfying."
Thinking of this, Brother Qiang couldn't help but feel joyful. He, Brother Qiang, loved doing things like showing off and slapping faces.
Zhang Fan, however, was a bit flustered. He saw Zhao Qingqing looking very worried, so he kept trying to entertain her, even thinking of jokes to tell her. But because the atmosphere was too cold, all his jokes turned into lame jokes, and no one in the private room laughed.
However, Ling Yanxue on the side listened with great interest. Even in this tense atmosphere, the lame jokes Zhang Fan told made her feel a trace of warmth.
No one laughed, or rather, no one dared to laugh. This made Zhang Fan feel a bit embarrassed. "If you're still not laughing even now, then I'll have to tell the jokes I've treasured for years, the ones I keep hidden away."