Chapter 67: Jin Million’s Revenge (Part 2)

“By the way, we have to keep that girl behind you here so the brothers can have their fun. Hahaha!” The young man laughed wildly, sweeping his gaze over the crowd as he added this. There were three people in Lin Fan’s group, one of them a woman. If the fight ended too quickly, wouldn’t that be too boring?

Lin Fan hadn’t expected these people to reveal their affiliation so quickly. It seemed the Green Gang really held a high status in T City—so much so that even their lackeys were this arrogant. Clearly, it was time to let Xu Qiang make a move.

“Should I go all out?” Zhang Lei yawned as he asked. These guys dared to talk to Lin Fan like this, even drew a knife and told the boss of Dragon Soul to kill himself. Zhang Lei could only shake his head in helplessness.

“No need. Aside from that Cai Liren, just break an arm for every other one,” Lin Fan replied, a chilling murderous intent flashing through his eyes. He’d originally intended to teach them a lesson and let them go—after all, there were so many of them, he couldn’t possibly kill them all. But the leader had dared to lay eyes on Zhao Ying, and Lin Fan would never let that slide.

“Alright,” Zhang Lei responded.

The two spoke as if no one else was present, completely disregarding the crowd of thugs before them. Even Zhao Ying was left stunned by their conversation—were they really going to take on dozens of men with just the two of them?

“You little punk, you looking for death?” One of the lackeys, unable to stand Lin Fan’s posturing, raised his knife and cursed.

“Damn, what a show-off! Did his head get caught in a door or something?”

“Don’t you see the girl next to them? Damn, we’ve seen posers before, but never like this...”

“He probably thinks he’s some kind of ancient hero,” another jeered, the crowd erupting in laughter. To them, Lin Fan’s words were sheer nonsense—how could two unarmed men stand against dozens, even if they had weapons?

Lin Fan laughed, genuinely amused. Glancing at Zhao Ying, he said, “You’d better step back.” Then he swept his gaze coldly across the crowd behind Cai Liren, an icy, murderous light in his eyes.

Cai Liren was momentarily stunned by Lin Fan’s stare—he hadn’t expected Lin Fan to remain so composed at a time like this.

In that instant, Lin Fan flicked the cigarette from his lips, tracing a graceful arc through the air before landing squarely on Cai Liren’s face, making him yelp in pain.

At the same moment, Lin Fan moved like a leopard stalking its prey—suddenly and without warning. In the crowd, Cai Liren saw a dark figure lunging at him. Instinctively, he tried to retreat, raising his knife.

But there was nowhere to retreat—his own men were behind him. In his panicked gaze, Lin Fan reached out, grabbed him by the collar, took three swift steps back, drew a breath, and then slammed his fist into Cai Liren’s nose. With a sudden wrench, he flung the man back like a rag doll.

To the watching thugs, it was as if Lin Fan had materialized out of thin air, seizing their leader and tossing him aside. Their laughter died in their throats as suddenly as a rooster getting its neck cut.

A few of them, acting on reflex, shouted and slashed at Lin Fan with their knives.

A cold smile played at the corner of Lin Fan’s lips. As he retreated, he leapt into the air, launching a dazzling triple kick that sent the three attackers flying.

With Lin Fan taking the lead, Zhang Lei wasted no time plunging into the fray like a tiger among sheep. Cries of pain echoed as one by one, the thugs were beaten down, howling in agony. Zhang Lei carried out Lin Fan’s orders to the letter—anyone who crossed his path had their right arm twisted and broken. Lin Fan was no different; everywhere he went, screams and the sounds of breaking bones followed in his wake.

Lying on the ground, Cai Liren watched his men fall one after another, those who could run having already disappeared. In a matter of moments, Lin Fan had wiped out the entire group. Fear seized Cai Liren; he trembled uncontrollably, forgetting even his pain.

Zhao Ying, watching from the sidelines, was dumbfounded. She was a police officer, and in her experience, street fights were usually won by numbers. She had never seen anything like Zhang Lei and Lin Fan, two men sweeping through dozens. She’d never imagined Lin Fan could fight like this.

All of this unfolded in just a few minutes, and that was with Lin Fan and Zhang Lei holding back. Yet the men on the ground wailed, none of them having the strength or courage to get up. Perhaps they simply didn’t want to.

Against someone like Lin Fan, like a demon from hell, these low-level thugs stood no chance. Now they wished they could crawl into a hole and hide—regretting not having run away when they had the chance.

“This is no fun at all—no challenge, really. Haven’t you all been through fire and knives? Why are you so cowardly now? What a disgrace,” Zhang Lei said with undisguised contempt, walking forward slowly, his gaze cutting across each of them like a blade.

Lin Fan walked, step by step, toward Cai Liren—slowly, deliberately. With each step, Cai Liren’s heart pounded in terror. That steady tread was like the ticking of death’s clock, wearing down the last of his defenses.

“Don’t come any closer! I’m with the Green Gang! Ask around—everyone knows my name. If you kill me, the Green Gang will never let you go.” Cai Liren couldn’t even meet Lin Fan’s gaze, clutching his bloodied, broken nose and stammering in panic. Gone was his earlier arrogance; now he was just terrified.

Lin Fan’s eyes were as sharp as knives, stabbing into Cai Liren.

“Hmph!” Lin Fan sneered. “Don’t try to scare me with the Green Gang. Do I look like someone who’s easily frightened? I don’t care if it’s the Green Gang or the White Gang—do you remember what you just said?”

“What do you want?” Cai Liren forced himself to speak through the pain, his heart filled with dread.

Lin Fan glanced at him with indifference. “Your right arm.” Originally, Lin Fan had only intended to take a hand—after all, Cai Liren was just following orders. But the man had dared to threaten him with the Green Gang, so Lin Fan changed his mind. He liked to threaten others, but he couldn’t stand being threatened himself.

“No... please, no.” Cai Liren pleaded in terror. “I... I can give you money, as much as you want.”

Not far away, Zhao Ying was about to intervene—she was a police officer, after all, and couldn’t just stand by in the face of violence. But Zhang Lei caught her eye and shook his head, signaling her to stay back. He knew that once Lin Fan made a decision, no one could change it. If Zhao Ying tried to interfere and they quarreled over it, things would only get worse.

Seeing Lin Fan’s proud, unyielding figure, Zhao Ying instinctively stopped, saying nothing more.

Cai Liren’s underlings were all keeping their heads down now, saying nothing, each afraid Lin Fan might take his anger out on them. Cai Liren, ignoring his pain, shook his head desperately, begging, “No... please, no...”

Lin Fan looked at him with utter disdain, saying nothing. Zhang Lei, reaching for his weapon, accidentally drew his gun instead of his knife—he was so used to carrying a gun that he got mixed up. Embarrassed, he grinned and said, “Sorry, my mistake.”

Everyone who saw this—except for Lin Fan—was startled, Zhao Ying included. A gun! He actually had a gun. In China, firearms were tightly controlled; ordinary people simply couldn’t get them. Zhao Ying was deeply shocked.

Zhang Lei quickly put the gun away and walked over with his military knife.

As the blade glinted coldly, a large wet patch spread beneath Cai Liren—his pants were already soaked. His body trembled violently. He knew that while a gun could end his life, that flashing knife could just as easily cripple him...