Chapter 761 - 710: Chinese-kungfu! (2)
At the sound of Qin Fan's sneer...
SWOOSH!
The group of young men and women, including Chen Yifan and Xiao Rou, all froze in astonishment.
Shit! Is this bastard going to keep pretending to be some big shot, or is he just completely blind? He dares to sneer and act smug in a situation like this?
"Damn, it looks like he's one of those who won't cry until he sees his own coffin!"
"Fuck, are all outsiders this damn arrogant nowadays?"
"He steps on someone and still acts like he's in the right? Haha!"
"This plays right into Chen's hands!"
"If nothing goes wrong, this little punk will be questioning his own existence in about thirty seconds!"
After their initial shock, the young men and women looked at Qin Fan with pity, shaking their heads. If he had just shown a better attitude, combined with Xiao Rou's pleading, maybe Young Master Chen would have let him off easy. But no, he just had to keep acting like an arrogant fool, completely sealing his own fate.
Damn! What a moron, a complete and utter moron!
At that moment, in their eyes, Qin Fan had become the very definition of an idiot. No one had ever challenged Young Master Chen's authority in Badaling.
Never!
For this kid to sneer and talk back to him like that was simply courting death out of pure ignorance.
"What did you say?" Chen Yifan asked, frowning in disbelief. His anger turned to amusement as he tilted his head.
Even Xiao Rou was stunned, unable to recover from Qin Fan's dismissive sneer.
What the hell is this guy trying to do?! I'm over here begging for him, and he's over there digging his own grave and provoking them? Has he gone insane?!
"I asked if you pieces of trash are done talking yet," Qin Fan said dismissively, shrugging with contempt.
"Fuck your mother! You're courting death!"
Hearing this, Chen Yifan's face flushed red. Rage exploded in his chest, and he immediately swung a fist at Qin Fan's head.
However, before his fist could reach Qin Fan, a powerful force stopped it dead in its tracks. At the same time, a piercing, numbing pain shot out from his knuckles and traveled up his entire arm. In less than a second, Chen Yifan felt as if his arm was about to be crippled.
"AHH!"
As a paralyzing agony, sharp enough to feel like his arm was being torn apart, washed over him, Chen Yifan screamed reflexively. "Fuck your mother, let go! Hurry up and let go!" he roared hysterically, his face twisting grotesquely as all the color drained from it.
"Foul mouth."
A chill emanated from Qin Fan. He raised his other hand and swung his open palm fiercely across Chen Yifan's face. At the exact moment the slap landed, the hand gripping Chen Yifan's fist suddenly released its hold.
SLAP!
With the sharp crack, Chen Yifan was sent flying backward like a kite with a snapped string. He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with more than a dozen teeth.
THUD!
A moment later, he crashed heavily onto the ground several meters away. The sudden sound made the surrounding tourists scatter in horror. At the same time, they all stared at Qin Fan, their eyes filled with fear.
A single slap sent a man flying several meters? And knocked out over a dozen of his teeth? Holy shit, is he Hercules or something? How much force did that take? He looks like he's only about twenty, but he has that kind of explosive power?
Unlike the stunned tourists, the young men with Chen Yifan reacted instantly to the sudden violence. Without a second thought, they charged at Qin Fan, completely ignoring the terrifying power he had just displayed. At that moment, all they wanted was to avenge Chen Yifan.
"Fuck you! You're dead!"
The flustered young women with them tried to hold them back, but it was no use. Howling with rage, the young men lunged at Qin Fan with fists and feet.
Done with wasting words, Qin Fan mockingly shook his head as they charged. He met their attack with his open palm, his movements a blur as he lashed out before they could even get close.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Four slaps cracked through the air in quick succession, almost without pause.
The next moment, the four young men shared Chen Yifan's fate. From the spray of blood and teeth to the way they were sent flying, it was an exact replica of what had just happened. Following a series of heavy thuds as their bodies hit the ground, shrill screams like those of pigs being slaughtered echoed over the Great Wall.
"Oh my god! Chinese kung fu! Chinese kung fu!" a few foreign tourists in the shocked crowd shouted excitedly.
As for the Huaxia tourists, they could only stare blankly at Qin Fan, their eyes filled with fear.
"It's Xiao Rou, right?" Ignoring the many strange looks fixed on him, Qin Fan looked at the pale, frozen girl and shook his head slightly. "You should spend less time with people like them. You and they are from different worlds. Don't throw your life away like this. As for stepping on your shoe earlier, I'm sorry. I sincerely apologize again. It wasn't intentional."
With that said, he calmly turned around and continued strolling along the Great Wall, admiring the scenery on both sides as if nothing had happened, utterly unconcerned about any consequences.
"Tsk, tsk. Young Master, this guy doesn't seem to have much grit after all," Xiao'er scoffed from more than ten meters away, his features disguised as he watched Qin Fan's receding back.
"Grit? Is killing those ignorant fools what you would call grit?" Li Tiandao asked softly, pulling down the brim of his hat.
"Isn't it? Rumor has it this guy is completely lawless. Would a truly lawless person let someone live after being verbally insulted? It seems he's starting to get wary of the Forbidden City. Not killing those guys is a signal of some sort. Am I right, Young Master?" Xiao'er asked.
"Heh. Xiao'er, Xiao'er, so killing someone in public over a simple disagreement is what you call grit? If that were the case, he wouldn't be lawless; he'd be a homicidal maniac devoid of humanity. Forget him—even I wouldn't resort to murder over a few words, especially with so many people watching. My methods might not even have been as vicious as his.
"As for him being wary of the Forbidden City, you're far too naive. If he were truly wary, he wouldn't be casually sightseeing in Beijing. He'd be holed up back in Jinling. A man who can kill both the Wolf King and Geman in a joint attack... does he need to fear the Forbidden City? If anyone should be fearful, it's the Forbidden City that should fear him!
"Tsk, tsk. I have to admit, I'm becoming more and more interested in him. It's like I'm seeing another version of myself in him. That's rare... very rare. In all these years, he is the first person to make me feel this way."
To avoid arousing Qin Fan's suspicion, Li Tiandao didn't follow the retreating figure with his eyes. After all, for experts of their caliber, even a fleeting, unnatural stillness could alert their target. That was not a mistake he would make.
However, hearing Li Tiandao's words and seeing the undisguised smile on his face, Xiao'er suddenly panicked. "Young Master," he said urgently, "have you truly developed an appreciation for his talents?"