Li Yuan returned to the bar, and everyone's eyes fell on him simultaneously.
It was unavoidable. The commotion outside was simply too great. When that group arrived on the bar street, the once bustling street immediately fell silent, creating a stark contrast.
On this red-lit, neon-lit bar street, such a bizarre scene unfolded for the first time.
"Young Master Zhang, there's a team of nearly fifty people outside. They're specifically looking for you," Li Yuan told Zhang Fan.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Fan nodded gently, his expression unchanged. After all, with his hearing, he had already been aware of the situation outside.
Seeing Zhang Fan's calm demeanor, Li Yuan hesitated for a moment before continuing, "They are from... the eldest young master of the Qi family, Qi Jun, is the captain of this team."
"They mean trouble," Li Yuan said solemnly.
Although this matter had nothing to do with him, it was happening inside his bar. He didn't want to escalate the situation, so he could only relay the information he knew to Zhang Fan, hoping it would help him prepare.
Besides, it could also earn him some favor with Zhang Fan.
"Haha, you brat are truly arrogant. You dare to provoke the Flying Tiger Squad? Today, you'll be lucky if you don't lose a layer of skin!" Boss Jin, with his legs broken and kneeling on the ground, enduring such humiliation, felt immense satisfaction upon hearing this news.
From Li Yuan's attitude towards Zhang Fan, he could vaguely understand that the young man's identity was unusual. However, provoking the Flying Tiger Squad meant that unless he was a direct young master from one of the four great families of Yan Jing, he wouldn't be able to escape easily.
And none of the four great families of Yan Jing bore the surname Zhang.
Jin Cheng stood beside him, and hearing his father's words, his previously despairing heart rekindled with hope.
At this moment, everyone in the bar turned their gaze to Zhang Fan.
Some watched with schadenfreude, some with sympathy, and some observed the scene indifferently.
"Xiao Fan, should we retreat first?" Even Yi Ziping and Geng Lesheng, their faces visibly changed, whispered to Zhang Fan.
As the saying goes, "Even the best kung fu is no match for a sharp blade."
Zhang Fan chuckled, shook his head slightly, and said, "This Qi family is quite interesting. They're the most efficient one I've encountered so far."
Therefore, after failing to find a solution from Liu Chuqing, Old Master Qi decided to let the Qi family handle it themselves.
Ultimately, this was a dispute between the younger generation. He, maintaining his status, did not personally arrange for anyone to deal with Zhang Fan but handed the task to Qi Jun's father, Qi Wenmao.
Qi Jun's current achievements were significantly related to his father.
Led by Zhang Fan, the group walked out of the bar.
By now, the entire bar street was densely packed with people, forming an impenetrable wall. Only the area within a dozen meters around the bar where Zhang Fan and his companions were located was a vacuum, a zone no one dared to enter.
As for the bar owner, Li Yuan, he had already retreated to the side with Boss Jin, whose legs had been broken.
After all, he was not in a position to intervene in a conflict of this level. Even if his powerful backer were to arrive, they would proceed with caution in such a situation.
However, to the surprise of many, when the young man walked out and saw the scene outside, his expression remained unchanged, as calm as ever.
Among his companions, only Qin Luoshui could remain as composed as Zhang Fan.
They all knew Zhang Fan's capabilities were considerable, but ultimately, he was still a mortal. How could he withstand such powerfully destructive modern weaponry?
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