bookcurios Chapter 219 What do you want?
Chapter 219 What do you want?
"Are you sure you don't want to call for help?"
"Just wait and see! You'll be in big trouble once my dad gets here!"
Du Zifeng gnashed his teeth in hatred and swore to avenge the humiliation he suffered today in the future!
"Hmph, you're quite arrogant." Lin Fan sneered, then moved his right foot and stepped heavily on Du Zifeng's hand.
"Crack!" The sound of broken bones was crisp and sharp.
"Ah!" Du Zifeng screamed and his whole body trembled with pain.
The faces of the leaders present suddenly changed. They knew that the situation had escalated to an uncontrollable level. Du Zifeng might have been able to endure a few punches and kicks, but now that his hand was broken, the situation was completely different!
Zhang Dabao stared at everything in front of him in astonishment. The development of the situation far exceeded his expectations. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, mixing with blood and dripping silently.
Wu Lao Er couldn't help but blink, and chuckled bitterly. This was Du Yikuan's only son, and now he'd ended up like this. He glanced at his twisted right hand and thought to himself, isn't my situation just the same?
The atmosphere in the private room instantly became tense. Aside from Du Zifeng's screams, there was no other sound. Several of the bosses stared at Lin Fan, but they didn't dare to act rashly. They waited for the arrival of the leader to make any final decisions.
Time passed slowly in the tense and long wait. About five minutes later, a deafening shout came from outside: "Master Long is here!"
The leaders cheered up. The boss had finally arrived! Zhang Dabao's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. Du Yikuan, the top boss of the Ancheng underworld, wasn't quite at the godfather level, but he wasn't far off. For Zhang Dabao, such a figure was something he hadn't even dared to imagine before.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Lin Fan turned his head to look at Zhang Dabao who was sitting on the ground and asked with a smile.
"No, no..." Zhang Dabao's lips trembled, "I just lost a lot of blood and feel a little dizzy... I'm fine." He tried to find a way out.
"Oh, really?" Lin Fan smiled and didn't expose him. "Just get used to it. From now on in Ancheng, you don't have to be afraid of anyone with me around."
Zhang Dabao felt like he'd been struck by an electric current when he heard this, his blood boiling. He gritted his teeth, climbed from the ground, and stood firmly behind Lin Fan. So what about Du Yikuan? Forget Du Yikuan, even if the leader of Qinghong came in person, he wouldn't be afraid anymore!
As footsteps approached, several figures appeared at the shattered entrance of the private room. Leading the group was a burly man in his fifties, with a square face, imposing presence, and a commanding presence—it was none other than Du Yikuan, the boss of the Longhua Gang, known as "Dragon Lord" in the underworld! His arrival seemed to fill the entire room with a chilling atmosphere.
"Dad! Save me! This kid is dead!" Du Zifeng burst into tears when he saw his father appear.
Du Yikuan saw his son being stepped on, and his face was instantly filled with murderous intent. How could someone dare to treat his son like this!
However, Lin Fan didn't even look at Du Yikuan, but just smiled slightly: "What? Do you think I'm afraid of your father coming?" He shook his head, "You are wrong... Since you are wrong, you have to pay the price." As he said that, with a smile on his face, he stepped on Du Zifeng's other hand and broke it.
"Ah!" Du Zifeng's scream rang out again, this time even more shrill and desperate. The entire room was silent except for his screams. Everyone stared at Lin Fan in shock. How dare he be so arrogant in front of Du Yikuan?
Even Du Yikuan didn't expect Lin Fan to be so arrogant. The veins on his forehead twitched a few times and his murderous intent became stronger, but he didn't take action immediately.
As the underground boss of Ancheng, he is not a brainless person. Lin Fan must have something to rely on if he dares to do this. He needs to find out the other party's background first.
More importantly, his son was still in Lin Fan's hands, so he was afraid to act rashly. Meanwhile, those bigwigs were so angry that they roared and roared, wishing they could tear Lin Fan into pieces immediately!
"..."
Lin Fan raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the crowd like an ice knife: "Everyone, shut up! If anyone makes any more noise, I'll cripple their legs too!"
Several bigwigs were furious. First, they mocked them as a mob, and now they compared them to barking dogs. But despite their anger, they had to remain silent. After all, if they really angered Lin Fan, they would not be able to bear the consequences if anything happened to Du Zifeng.
Du Yikuan spoke slowly, his tone revealing unquestionable majesty: "Release my son, and if you cut off your hands, I can let you live."
Lin Fan turned to Du Yikuan, his eyes tinged with amusement: "Oh? You are the father of this loser?"
He sneered, "It seems you haven't figured out the situation yet. It's not that I can't escape, but I'm waiting here for you."
Du Yikuan was shocked. Could it be that this person's target was not Zifeng, but himself?
Lin Fan rudely broke his guess: "Don't worry, before today, I had no idea who you were."
Du Yikuan suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want?"
Lin Fan's expression was calm. "I've always valued peace and don't like to make enemies. So, I'm waiting here to talk with you calmly, to see if we can resolve our conflict and let today's events pass."
"What?" Du Yikuan thought he'd misheard. His son's hands were crippled, and this guy was trying to make a big deal out of it? Was he mentally ill?
Everyone present, including Zhang Dabao, found it unbelievable and wondered if they had heard it wrong.
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow. "Why, you don't want to? You're not giving me face?" He chuckled. "The last person who didn't give me face has already met his end."
Du Yikuan, a big boss who had been in the underworld for decades, finally lost all patience. His face was grim, he roared, and raised his right hand high.
In an instant, his men all drew their guns, pointing the black muzzles at Lin Fan.
"No matter who you are, you are dead today!" Du Yikuan stared at Lin Fan fiercely with a resolute tone.
He originally wanted to find out Lin Fan's background, but now, he just wants this man to pay with blood!
Facing the threat of more than a dozen guns, Lin Fan remained calm and even had a smile on his face: "Haha, the last person who boasted in front of me is gone now."
He looked directly at Du Yikuan, "Are you sure you want to follow in his footsteps?"
Du Yikuan remained domineering: "I'll give you one last chance. Let him go and cripple your hands, and I'll spare your life. Otherwise, not only will I kill you, I'll chop you into pieces and feed them to wild dogs!"
Lin Fan glanced down at Du Zifeng and said jokingly, "He's your only son? You really don't care about his life or death?