As Zhang Fan remained silent, Zhao Qingqing realized her question was somewhat awkward and quickly changed the subject. "Brother Zhang Fan, did you come here just to participate in this competition? Now that it's over, do you want to go back with us?"
"Participating in this competition was just a side trip; I have other things to do here."
Zhang Fan said, paused, and then added, "By the way, since you've come out to play this time, why not stay a few more days? My friends are very familiar with this area and can take you and your classmates to explore other parts of Europe."
Hearing this, Zhao Qingqing's clear eyes lit up. They had indeed faced many inconveniences on this trip, being unfamiliar with the surroundings and only able to manage basic communication with their limited English, which had led to many detours and prevented them from fully enjoying themselves. If they went back now, they would indeed feel unsatisfied.
"But we've already booked our return flights for tomorrow. And this is peak tourist season. If we cancel our tickets, it might take many more days to get return flights," Zhao Qingqing said with some dejection, remembering something else.
Before Zhang Fan could speak, Si Youyou, standing beside him, proactively said, "Our Qing Gang has a private jet that can stay on Elba Island. Whenever Qingqing wants to return, just let us know."
Zhao Qingqing's senior classmate and her two friends stood by, watching this scene with immense admiration and a touch of envy. Having such a cousin meant they didn't need to make any arrangements themselves. Even a powerful force like the Qing Gang was actively currying favor, ready to deploy a private jet at any moment.
Zhao Qingqing didn't respond immediately but turned her gaze to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan nodded and said, "Don't worry about the return. Just focus on having fun."
With Zhang Fan's reassurance, Zhao Qingqing excitedly nodded, a joyful smile appearing on her delicate face.
They chatted as they walked, exiting the Cape of Esbjerg after more than ten minutes. To Zhang Fan and his companions' surprise, they were blocked at the exit of the Cape of Esbjerg.
"It's the Daquan Gang." Hong Binglan spoke up.
Actually, everyone already knew who these people blocking their path were without her reminder. They recognized the silver-haired woman standing amidst the crowd, who was one of the Daquan Gang members who had left earlier.
"It seems they're enraged and unwilling to accept defeat, wanting revenge," Yi Feicheng chuckled lightly. Even knowing their intentions, he remained unfazed, finding the situation rather interesting.
"The Daquan Gang had three contestants in this competition; two are dead, and one is crippled, all falling at your hands. Those three were the most talented geniuses of the younger generation in the Daquan Gang, all considered potential Saints, with a high probability of being cultivated into Saints. They were the future mainstays of the Daquan Gang, and now they are all ruined. Their fury is understandable," Zhang Fan said with a light smile.
At this moment, standing before Zhang Fan and his group, besides the silver-haired woman, were two men of different complexions. One was a middle-aged black man with dark skin and a bald, shiny head, his dark skin gleaming under the intense sun, making him incredibly conspicuous. His physique was also remarkably sturdy, with muscles like coiled dragons extending along his arms, radiating power. The other was a rather short and stout man of Chinese descent, who was currently scowling, his eyes narrowed as he glared at Zhang Fan's group.
"Grandpa Ye, it's them! Uncle Wang and Brother Cook were killed by them, and Brother Bell became like this because of them," the silver-haired woman exclaimed excitedly upon seeing Zhang Fan's group emerge. She shouted towards the short and stout middle-aged man beside her.
"Don't worry. Whoever dares to lay a hand on my Daquan Gang, I will not let them go today," the short and stout elder vowed, word by word.
"Who is this old fatty? He talks so big. Do you know him?" Zhang Fan asked with a hint of amusement, turning to Si Youyou and the others with a questioning look after hearing the elder's words.
Si Youyou shook her head. "I haven't seen him before; I don't know him."
"This person's name is Ye Wen. He is the second strongest expert in the Daquan Gang, second only to the gang leader. His generation is higher than mine, and he's quite an old fossil. It's normal that you don't know him," Ge Qing chimed in.
"He is Ye Wen?" Hearing the name, Si Youyou finally remembered who this short and stout elder was. He was from the same generation as their Qing Gang's ancestor.
"The Daquan Gang's strength is indeed significantly greater than your Hongmen and Qing Gang. No wonder they managed to suppress you in previous World Gang Competitions," Zhang Fan remarked, his gaze fixed on the short and stout elder. The strength of this elder likely reached the peak Saint realm, putting him on par with the ancestors of the Hongmen and Qing Gang.
Upon hearing Zhang Fan's words, Ge Qing and the others could only smile bitterly and shake their heads. The Daquan Gang's choice to develop overseas, while facing fiercer competition than in China, meant fewer restrictions. Furthermore, the overseas market was vaster, with resources and a population base far exceeding that of China. They could cast a wide net and recruit talent everywhere, naturally leading to much better development than the Qing Gang and Hongmen.
"Hand over the culprits, and I can let you leave!" Before Zhang Fan and his group could speak, the short and stout elder took a step forward and addressed them.
"Get out of my way now, and I might consider letting you leave," Zhang Fan replied casually. A mere Saint, even a peak Saint martial artist, no longer held any standing in Zhang Fan's eyes. If he weren't trying to conceal his strength, he could have killed the elder with a single palm strike.
"Are you sure you can speak for them?" The short and stout elder glanced at Zhang Fan, noting his youth and the absence of any energy fluctuations within him, making him appear no different from an ordinary person, yet he dared to speak to him in such a manner, causing the elder to pause.
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"Old man Ye Wen actually showed up. Is he here to avenge those Daquan Gang participants?" At this moment, other disbanded gangs were also gradually walking towards the exit of the Cape of Esbjerg. Seeing this scene, they were somewhat surprised.
"No wonder the Daquan Gang withdrew before the competition even ended. So they went back to call their parents," someone commented, finding the Daquan Gang's actions petty and mocking. In a competition, life and death were a matter of fate. Even being killed was simply a reflection of one's own insufficient strength. The Daquan Gang's behavior clearly indicated they couldn't stomach defeat.
"Although the Daquan Gang's contestants this year were quite disappointing, Ye Wen's strength is not to be underestimated. I wonder if the Chinese side can handle him?" Despite many people scoffing at the Daquan Gang's actions, no one was willing to intervene, as many were well aware of Ye Wen's power. Though Ye Wen was short and stout and aging, his strength was likely unmatched by any of the Saints leading the other gangs present this time.
"It's probably difficult. Although China's three major gangs each have a Saint overseeing them, their strength is only at the early Saint stage. Even that big fellow from the Hongmen, at his peak, is only at the late Saint stage. How can they stop Ye Wen?"
"Although the little princess of the Blood Clan is present, Ye Wen would not dare to harm her, but she also cannot stop Ye Wen."