"Mud pies and broken tiles."
"A jumping clown."
As the handsome young man described Zhao Ji and the other four top young masters in the Yan Jing upper-class circle in such a way, almost everyone in the hall had a strange expression on their faces.
Some felt that this young man was simply courting death. If an ordinary person offended any one of them, they would be terrified and lose sleep for a long time.
Yet, this young man had offended all four of them with a single sentence. Thinking of the consequences, some couldn't help but shiver.
However, some well-informed individuals, like Fang Jie, had some understanding of Zhang Fan. They knew of the young man's abilities and his way of doing things, so they weren't too surprised. Instead, they were somewhat anticipating what kind of trouble Zhao Ji and the others, who had come prepared tonight, would stir up.
Zhao Ji, Qi Xiangyu, and the others were all of noble status. No matter where they went, they were treated as VIPs.
But today, in full view of everyone, they were belittled by Zhang Fan. What actions would they take to save face?
Would they resort to direct confrontation? They knew that Zhang Fan held the rank of a Major General in the Army and was highly skilled. They might not be able to defeat him.
Zhang Fan, however, paid no mind to the thoughts of the crowd. He stared at Zhao Ji and said with a half-smile, "Judging by your tone, it seems that this 'Wei Xiaowen' is very powerful. Since we've been straightforward, there's no need to beat around the bush. Bring her out directly and let me see if she's as formidable as you say!"
"Wei Xiaowen? The female overlord of the Wei family?"
Upon hearing this name, most people present changed their expressions. It was precisely because this name carried too much deterrence. Countless wealthy young masters in Yan Jing had been bullied by her.
If one were to ask who these young masters in the Yan Jing upper-class circle feared the most, it would undoubtedly be Wei Xiaowen, the female overlord of the Wei family.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Qin Mo could only let out a bitter smile. An hour ago, he had advised Zhang Fan to be cautious of Wei Xiaowen, yet Zhang Fan hadn't taken it to heart at all. Now, he was actively provoking her.
He could only pray in his heart that Wei Xiaowen wasn't present.
Zhao Ji sneered inwardly. He had been waiting for Zhang Fan to say this. However, before he could even speak, a clear and melodious voice, like a warbler's song from a valley, resounded through the hall.
"Since you wish to see, I shall indulge you."
The crowd parted like a tide, and a cold, elegant, and tall woman walked in from the periphery. She was dressed in black casual wear, with no makeup, yet her exquisite features were undeniable. Her height of nearly 1.8 meters allowed her to look down upon many women present. Her unique temperament was such that even when compared to Qin Luoshui, she was in no way inferior.
It was worth noting that after taking the Hundred Spirit Pill refined by Zhang Fan, Qin Luoshui's entire demeanor had been elevated. Even ordinary women standing next to Qin Luoshui would appear somewhat vulgar.
But this woman could rival Qin Luoshui in temperament, which showed that she was indeed exceptionally elegant and extraordinary.
The woman appeared to be in her late twenties. Her skin was snow-white, which was even more striking against the backdrop of her black casual wear. Although the clothes were slightly loose, they could not conceal her graceful figure, causing people to stare in awe.
"Hmm?" Zhang Fan also looked at the tall woman walking slowly with some surprise. He hadn't expected that the feared female overlord of the Wei family would be such a stunning beauty.
Of course, for Zhang Fan, beauty held no attraction anymore. In his past life, he had roamed the universe and encountered goddesses and princesses from various races. Some enemies, in order to save their lives, had exhausted an entire star domain to select the most beautiful women to offer him. He hadn't even deigned to glance at them.
"You are Zhang Fan, the one who broke my useless brother's leg?" Under everyone's gaze, Wei Xiaowen walked up to Zhang Fan, her deep eyes fixing on him with a hint of scrutiny as she asked.
Although she wore sneakers, her height was no less than Zhang Fan's. Even without deliberately displaying it, the inherent dominance she exuded made everyone sweat for Zhang Fan.
Wei Xiaowen's opening question made her intentions perfectly clear: she was here to seek justice for her brother.
Hearing this question, Zhang Fan couldn't help but glance at Wei Tong, who was sitting to the side looking somewhat embarrassed. He smiled and said, "Your brother's leg was indeed broken because of me. However, he wasn't worthy of me taking action myself. I merely gave a casual order, and someone did this for me."
Hearing Zhang Fan's arrogant words, everyone in the hall gasped, and their gazes involuntarily flickered towards Wei Tong. They saw that his expression was also grim. Being so looked down upon by Zhang Fan, Wei Tong felt a sense of shame.
If anyone else had said this, Wei Tong would have long jumped up to fight them. But he was indeed somewhat afraid of Zhang Fan.
Qi Jun, who was of similar strength to him, had no power to resist in Zhang Fan's hands. Now his martial arts were crippled, and he was lying at home like a cripple. Wei Tong certainly didn't want to end up like Qi Jun.
Wei Xiaowen's deep eyes emitted a soul-stirring light. Looking across all of China, including the martial arts world, Zhang Fan was absolutely the first person to dare to speak to her like this.
However, Wei Xiaowen was, after all, a person who had experienced great storms and wouldn't be easily provoked by Zhang Fan.
"Then, am I qualified for you to take action personally?" Wei Xiaowen said with a cold laugh, causing everyone to shiver, and the warm hall seemed to turn cold.
"Senior Sister! I didn't expect to see you here." Seeing Wei Xiaowen's anger, Yan Wanqing, who was standing behind Zhang Fan, finally couldn't help but step forward.
Wei Xiaowen was a typical ice beauty, while Yan Wanqing was a typical temptress. It seemed that every expression and smile of hers could stir a man's heartbeat. Her voice also had a magical quality that made some men feel a heat in their abdomen and a desire stirring within them.
When Yan Wanqing stepped forward, everyone was clearly taken aback. They hadn't expected that two stunning beauties, two beauties of completely different styles, would be senior and junior sisters.
Some people were even secretly inquiring which sect in the Chinese martial arts world could cultivate such beautiful disciples, as they too wished to join.
"It's you, you vixen, what are you doing here?" Seeing Yan Wanqing, Wei Xiaowen was clearly taken aback. She frowned and asked coldly.
"Zhang Fan is my junior classmate. Isn't it normal for me to be here?" Yan Wanqing smiled charmingly, completely unconcerned by Wei Xiaowen's address, clearly accustomed to it.
"Oh? Is this the confidence that allows you to provoke me?" Wei Xiaowen ignored Yan Wanqing and fixed her gaze on Zhang Fan, letting out a cold laugh.
"However, based on that one sentence you just uttered, it's useless no matter who I call tonight!" Wei Xiaowen said firmly.
"If you don't pay a price tonight, you won't be leaving this door."
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