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"Hiss!"

Not only were Yang Shiwei and others completely stunned, but Su Zhanyun was also dumbfounded, as he couldn't help but take a sharp inhale of cold air.

At that moment, Su Zhanyun's face was full of shock, and he looked at Ye Fan as if he were staring at a monster.

In his memory, Ye Fan was unremarkable, certainly not someone with explosive power!

Who could have expected that, after just a single encounter, Duan Kun would be directly overwhelmed by Ye Fan?

What shocked him the most was how Ye Fan had made his move, he didn't see it clearly at all.

Having crushed Duan Kun, Ye Fan's eyes blazed as he stared at Duan Kun and said, "I haven't even exerted strength, yet you've already fallen? Tell me, aren't you the Border War God? Is this all you're capable of?"

"You..."

Mocked by Ye Fan, Duan Kun's face went pale. He tried to rise from the ground, but as he just got up, a surge of internal energy churned within him, and with a muffled groan, another mouthful of fresh blood was spewed out.

"Tch! Border War God, is that all you got!" Ye Fan scoffed.

After dealing with Duan Kun, Ye Fan turned towards Yang Shiwei and said, "Boss Yang, your greatest support, Duan Kun, has already lost his fighting power. Shouldn't we settle our accounts now?"

"You... don't be too arrogant!"

Being stared at by Ye Fan, Yang Shiwei's face couldn't stay calm.

The next second, he turned to Duan Kun and said, "Duan Kun, what the hell are you doing? You can't even handle this kid; are you a pig? Get up, get up now!"

"President Yang, I..."

Scolded by Yang Shiwei, Duan Kun found it difficult to explain. His martial skills were indeed extraordinary, but he didn't expect Ye Fan to be a freak of nature.

It was not just Su Zhanyun who didn't see how Ye Fan made his move; even he did not perceive Ye Fan's action.

Just as he approached Ye Fan at close range, Duan Kun was confident that he could kill Ye Fan with a single strike. However, he was utterly blindsided when he thought Ye Fan would be easy to deal with. Ye Fan gave him a wicked smile, and before he could react, his body was sent flying over a dozen meters, as if hit by a large truck.

At this moment, Duan Kun could clearly feel that his ribs were shattered and he had suffered Severe Qi Damage.

"Damn it!" Yang Shiwei was furious.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Just a moment ago, he thought with Duan Kun around, handling Ye Fan and Su Zhanyun would be a piece of cake, but he didn't expect Duan Kun to be so easily defeated by Ye Fan.

Then, Yang Shiwei stared at Ye Fan with a venomous tone, "Kid, don't be smug! Even though Duan Kun is down, I still have over a hundred thugs here. They are all well-trained by me, and several of them are no less skilled than Duan Kun. Together, they could take you down, even if you know how to fight, you'll still end up dead on the spot!"

"Oh? You're that confident?" Ye Fan retorted with a sneer.

Yang Shiwei snapped his fingers: "Get ready to fight!"

"Yes, President Yang!"

At Yang Shiwei's command, all of Duan Kun's subordinates glared at Ye Fan with ill intent.

Although they called Duan Kun 'big brother', it was Yang Shiwei who was feeding them. In their eyes, whoever had the money had the say.

Now that Duan Kun had fallen, they naturally had to listen to Yang Shiwei.

With hundreds of thugs gathered, Yang Shiwei bragged, "See this? I have over a hundred men, all of them elite. Just give the order, and within three minutes, they'll beat the crap out of you!"

"The same old line, if you want to touch me, come at me!" Ye Fan stood undeterred.

Yang Shiwei's intent to kill rose, and he shouted, "Don't hold back, kill him for me!"

"Kill him!!!"

As soon as Yang Shiwei gave the word, the hundred or so thugs charged at Ye Fan as if they had gone mad.

They looked fierce and menacing, clutching baseball bats and steel pipes, ready to rush up and beat Ye Fan to a bloody pulp.

"Brother-in-law, the situation looks grim. Shall we pull out first?" Su Zhanyun suggested upon seeing the situation.

Yang Shiwei was right; these hundreds of men were all elite fighters, and several among them had formidable strength that ordinary people could hardly match.

If Ye Fan were to be surrounded and attacked by a hundred elite fighters, the outlook would certainly be bleak.

Ye Fan scoffed with a playful smile, "Zhan Yun, there's no need to worry. They have people, but don't we have people too?"

"We also have people?" Su Zhanyun was taken aback by the comment.

Today, he had only brought a group of construction workers for the debt collection, and at this moment, these workers were all battered and bruised by the elite fighters, hardly capable of fighting. Continue reading at empire

"Look over there, that's the kid! Everyone, follow me, let's take him down!"

"Dare to defile my goddess, I'm going to fight him to the death!"

While Su Zhanyun was still confused, several hundred fervent fans of Wei Ziyi caught up with them.

"Where did all these people come from?"

Seeing hundreds of people with surging killing intent rushing over, the real estate tycoon Yang Shiwei was completely dumbfounded.

Ye Fan taunted, "Didn't expect this, did you? I also have a trick up my sleeve! You've got just over a hundred people, but I have three to four hundred people here. Shocked, aren't you?"

"What? These are all your people?"

Yang Shiwei was shocked, but then sneered dismissively, "So what if there are three to four hundred? They're just a rabble. Here, although we're only over a hundred, that's enough to clean up this mob! Go, take down this kid, and take them all down!"

"Yes, President Yang!" The hundreds of fighters responded in unison.

As more than a hundred fighters charged towards Ye Fan, he suddenly turned around and bellowed, "Everyone, attack, wipe them out for me!"

"What's going on?"

Seeing this, all the hundred-or-so fighters were baffled, and even Yang Shiwei was thoroughly confused.

Yang Shiwei snapped coldly, "Don't worry about it, just fight, go go go!"

"Right, go!"

A fighter shouted and the hundred-or-so fighters quickened their pace towards Ye Fan.

"Damn it! This guy slept with my goddess, and now he dares to order an attack on us, I'm so pissed! No, I'm going to kill him. Whoever isn't afraid of death, come with me!"

"Really dare to order an attack on us? Damn! Do they really think I'm a pushover? I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do, or I'm not surnamed Liu!"

"Whoever flinches is a coward. Even if we go down, we'll be heroes again in eighteen years. Charge!"

In an instant, a group of clueless fanatical fans thought Ye Fan was leading a provocation and, filled with righteous indignation, rolled up their sleeves and rushed towards Ye Fan.

Suddenly, Ye Fan turned again and yelled, "Don't hold back, beat them to death for me!"

"Attack!"

"Kill them!"

In an instant, two groups of people unaware of the actual situation rushed up to Ye Fan. He took the opportunity to slip away from the crowd, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of people broke out into a brawl, throwing the scene into complete chaos.

Yang Shiwei's fighters were all elites, each highly skilled, but Wei Ziyi's fanatical fans were no pushovers either. With three to four hundred of them, almost three to four fans were beating up each of Yang Shiwei's fighters.

Though Yang Shiwei's fighters were tough, they were ultimately outnumbered and many were soon pinned to the ground and furiously pummeled.

"Don't hold back, these bastards are detestable! Hit them hard!"

"Left hook, right hook, heave-ho, keep hitting until the peach blossoms bloom!"

In the midst of the brawl, Ye Fan stood to the side shouting continuously, creating a rather comical scene.