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"Kill them, kill them all!"

As the two sides clashed, the situation quickly escalated to a fever pitch, with a group of elite thugs wielding baseball bats and steel pipes, savagely swinging at the crowd of frenzied fans who vastly outnumbered them.

"Damn it! I'm going all in against you bastards!"

Seeing the group of thugs not holding back, many of Wei Ziyi's fanatical fans saw red. They picked up bricks from the ground and viciously hurled them at the thugs' heads.

"That's the spirit! Take them down, give it to them hard!" Ye Fan cheered from the side, flaunting arrogantly.

Spurred on by Ye Fan's schadenfreude, both sides became even more enraged, increasing the ferocity of their blows, and from time to time, someone would be in such pain that tears streamed down their face.

Su Zhanyun was shocked and asked in disbelief, "Brother-in-law, where did you find so many people?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"These people weren't called by me! They're here to beat me up!" Ye Fan said in a low voice.

"What? They're here to beat you up?"

Hearing this, Su Zhanyun's mouth dropped open in disbelief.

He wasn't a fool. Once these words were uttered, Su Zhanyun realized that Ye Fan had used the information gap between both sides to make them mistakenly believe the other was Ye Fan's people, which then sparked the fight. Continue reading at empire

Understanding this, Su Zhanyun couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Brother-in-law, is it really okay for you to do this?"

"Sweat! A dog-eat-dog fight, if they got it wrong, it's not my fault, right?" Ye Fan chuckled.

Yang Shiwei was no saint, and the men he kept were no better. As for the blind, fanatical fans who chased him down wanting to beat him up just because they saw Wei Ziyi express her affection to him, Ye Fan had even less compassion for them.

"That bastard is over here, and they've started fighting. Brothers, follow me, back them up quickly!"

Then, more of Wei Ziyi's fanatical fans caught up from behind, and seeing a group of people fighting Yang Shiwei's thugs, they rushed into the fray, unable to contain their fury.

The battle was already fierce, and the arrival of more fans only made the situation worse.

Seeing this, Yang Shiwei's eyelids twitched furiously, "Don't hold back, beat them to death for me; I'll take responsibility for any trouble!"

Realizing that reinforcements had arrived and the situation was getting out of hand, Yang Shiwei knew he had to get tough or he might genuinely suffer a huge setback that day.

"President Yang has given the order, kill them!" shouted a top-notch thug.

Having said that, he wielded a steel pipe and, taking advantage of an unsuspecting fan, he struck down with the force of nine bulls and two tigers, and the steel pipe landed viciously on the fan's head.

In an instant, blood splattered!

Seeing a fan club member beaten until his head burst open and bled, a young man raged, "Fuck! They're playing rough; don't hold back, everyone, kill them!"

Crack!

As he spoke, the young man, clutching a red brick, slammed it hard into the face of one of the thugs.

Struck by the red brick, the thug howled, clutching his face and falling to the ground.

"Son of a bitch, these people are crazy; everybody go hard on them, kill them!"

"Brothers, they might be tough, but we have the numbers; we're not afraid of them. Smash them to death with bricks!"

In a flash, bloodshed escalated the brutal melee.

Before the eyes of everyone, a group of thugs wielding steel pipes and baseball bats brutally attacked a group of fans, while the fans retaliated with a barrage of bricks at the thugs, causing the scene to become a jumbled mess.

With a significant number of members, the fans held a numerical advantage.

But the well-trained thugs weren't so easy to handle.

Within five minutes, both sides were wounded, especially with some seriously injured and lying on the ground, which severely shocked the neural systems of both parties.

Seeing how fierce the other side was, a thug took a deep breath and said, "These are fucking lunatics; we're not fighting anymore; let's retreat quickly. If we keep this up, we might all end up dead here!"

"Right, right, right, stop fighting, let's get out of here quick!"

With someone making the suggestion, naturally others agreed, and in a flash a large number of fighters began to retreat, leaving the battlefield.

"These sons of bitches really hit hard, we don't need to risk our lives against them, just show them what we're made of and get out of here fast!"

"Let's go, we absolutely have to. You can tell these guys are tough as nails, the kind you find in the underworld. If we keep this up, someone's definitely going to get killed!"

Seeing that things were taking a turn for the worse, Wei Ziyi's group of avid fans also began to think about retreating, not willing to risk their lives just to target Ye Fan.

"Retreat!"

"Go!"

Almost simultaneously, both the elite fighters and the fervent fans turned tail and quickly left the scene.

They didn't want to see blood spilled nor did they want to take a life, and with the situation at a stalemate, the only option was to retreat.

Yang Shiwei was dumbfounded, "Retreat? What retreat? Get the hell back here!"

Even though they were outnumbered, it wasn't like they had no hope of winning. If all the fighters ran away, what was he supposed to do there by himself?

"Don't be a coward! Look death in the face, and if you don't like it, fight! Whoever chickens out today is the damn grandson!"

"Hey, get me my cleaver. Today, I'm gonna butcher these bastards!"

Ye Fan watched the commotion from the sidelines, shouting out loudly and incessantly, seeming ready to take the enemy down.

Upon hearing Ye Fan, both the fighters and the fans sped up their retreat. They had already experienced firsthand the reckless ferocity of their opponents, and if the brawl continued, they might indeed end up dead on the spot.

In less than three minutes, hundreds of people from both sides had hurriedly vacated the area.

"Brother-in-law, you're awesome!"

Seeing Ye Fan effortlessly solve the conflict without breaking a sweat, Su Zhanyun gave him an admiring thumbs-up.

He had just learned from Ye Fan that Ye Fan had played both sides using misinformation.

Now seeing both groups retreating, Su Zhanyun couldn't help but admire Ye Fan even more.

"Piece of cake, all in a day's work!" Ye Fan said with a teasing smile.

Initially pursued by Wei Ziyi's rabid fans, Ye Fan hadn't expected Su Zhanyun to run into trouble, nor had he anticipated that this group of maniacal fans would miraculously come in handy.

"Why are you all retreating? I've wasted my time raising you!"

Seeing his fighters scatter as if chased by rabid dogs, President Yang was utterly baffled.

Looking around the vast scene, he saw no one left to help him except Duan Kun, who was nearly beaten to a pulp.

"I've got to get out of here too!"

With his fighters gone, cold dread filled President Yang's heart.

Having personally witnessed the capabilities of Ye Fan and Su Zhanyun, he knew that if he didn't flee now, it would be much harder to make an escape later.

With that thought, President Yang took advantage of Su Zhanyun being in conversation with Ye Fan and immediately turned to leave.

"Did I say you could go? Make one more move, and see if I don't break your legs right now."

In the instant that President Yang turned around, Ye Fan had somehow already positioned himself in front of him, his face laced with mockery.

"What... what do you want to do?"

Blocked by Ye Fan, President Yang struggled to swallow his saliva, his whole body breaking out in cold sweat as his hairs stood on end from alarm.