Top-tier Unruly Master

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, let go of me!" The burly man tried to yank his wrist free, but at that moment, he found his wrist seemed welded into the other's palm. No matter how much he pulled, he couldn't break free.

The person holding the burly man's wrist, if not Ding Fan, then who else could it be?

Back at the Ning Family Pharmacy, Ding Fan had heard that some utterly conscienceless human traffickers kidnapped children all over the country. The better-off ones would sell the children to families in need, while the more ruthless ones would dissect the children and sell their body organs.

When Ding Fan heard of such evil deeds, he was furious. Everyone has children. Kidnapping others' children for money is simply inhumane, and how would the parents who lost their children face life afterward?

Today, although Ding Fan wasn't certain about the boy's situation, he couldn't just watch these people bully a little child.

At this moment, Ding Fan was completely ignoring what the burly man next to him was saying. He calmly looked at the frightened child nearby. "Kid, who are these people, and why are they trying to catch you?"

"Uncle... save me, they are traffickers, I want to find my dad, I want to find my mom..." After the child spoke, tears flowed out again.

Listening to the child's words, Ding Fan's brows furrowed, it seemed these men were indeed traffickers.

By now, there was commotion here, and quite a few people gathered around to watch. When they heard that those men were traffickers, the crowd started murmuring amongst themselves.

"Fuck, mind your own business, or I'll kill you!" The burly man saw more and more people gathering around, and he began to panic a bit, as it wouldn't be good if things escalated. He then viciously threatened Ding Fan.

Ding Fan had no intention of letting these hooligans go. Seeing them act so arrogantly, how could Ding Fan possibly let them off?

Instantly, Ding Fan tightened his grip with his right hand, and the formerly arrogant expression of the burly man vanished. He started howling in pain immediately.

"Guys, stab him for me!" The burly man, despite his intense pain, didn't forget to order his subordinates to teach Ding Fan a lesson.

The two accomplices the burly man brought along each pulled out a short knife from their bosoms at this moment.

Seeing the knives, some of the faint-hearted bystanders simply walked away, while those bolder ones stood far off to the side.

To the onlookers, Ding Fan, appearing weak and solitary, fighting against three men seemed impossible, especially now that his opponents had pulled out daggers.

"Fuck, for meddling, I'm going to stab you to death today!"

The two subordinates of the burly man flashed their daggers and lunged directly at Ding Fan, provoking a wave of gasps from the surrounding crowd.

But the scene of Ding Fan being stabbed and falling bloodied to the ground didn't occur, to everyone's disbelief. Ding Fan quickly kicked out with his right leg twice.

The two men hadn't even reached Ding Fan yet when he sent each flying with a kick, flipping them over onto the ground.

"Wow... so cool..."

"This young man clearly has had training, just the way he kicked, you can't do that without five or six years of practice."...

"Well done, young man, beat those evil traffickers to death..."

At this moment, a few conscientious people among the crowd started cheering Ding Fan on.

The two subordinates, staggering a bit, got up from the ground. Since this was after all a public area, Ding Fan couldn't just kill them outright. Even if he was formidable, he couldn't contend against the might of the state.

At this time, Ding Fan was holding the burly man's arm with one hand, his face full of composure, while the burly man was nearly crying.

"Help me... quick, my arm is about to break." The burly man cried pitifully while holding his arm.

The two subordinates, after getting up, exchanged glances and then turned around to leave.

In their eyes, Ding Fan was clearly a tough guy. He was holding the burly man with one hand and had kicked them both to the ground with a single foot each. With such strength, if they went to rescue their boss, they'd probably just end up being beaten themselves.

So, the two simply left the burly man behind and squeezed out of the crowd to make their escape.

Ding Fan had no intention of chasing after those two. When he kicked them earlier, although he couldn't kill them with one kick, he had subtly used some True Qi. Those two men would never be able to be real men again; their genitals would stay limp for life.

This was his way of ensuring they would not have descendants.

The burly man was completely dumbfounded by now. He hadn't expected his two subordinates to just abandon him like that. He cursed all the female relatives of his subordinates in his heart.

"Brother... Brother, I was wrong, please let go of me, my arm is about to break..." At this point, the burly man truly couldn't bear it any longer.

The power in Ding Fan's palm was such that even steel bars could be twisted out of shape, let alone the burly man's arm now.

"Kill him! Kill him, such a person deserves to be killed!"

"To steal someone's child, they're utterly heartless..."

"Kill him, one less menace if such a person dies..."

At this moment, some people around began to voice their support for Ding Fan. They too hated the traffickers, but had remained silent out of fear of retaliation. Now that the trafficker was subdued, they began to cheer.

However, Ding Fan didn't let his emotions take over and strike to kill. Killing such scum would only dirty his own hands. Moreover, it would only cause trouble for himself.

"Brother, I really dare not anymore, please let me go, brother. I'll give you money, I have plenty of money..." the burly man wailed.

Ding Fan pondered briefly before he violently punched the trafficker in the chest, who then immediately passed out from shock.

After knocking down the burly man, Ding Fan hid his hands in his clothes and then took out a mobile phone from the storage ring.

This phone was given to him by Su Qinger, and he had never used it until now. At this moment, Ding Fan directly dialed the police.

Ding Fan's number ended with eight eights, which startled the answering officer. Such numbers were fewer than a hundred nationwide, possibly belonging to some significant figure.

Right away, Ding Fan recounted the events that had happened, and the officer on the other end did not dare delay, respectfully promising to dispatch officers immediately...

After hanging up the phone, Ding Fan's mobile vibrated incessantly, showing dozens of new messages suddenly appearing.

Ding Fan glanced briefly, and saw that all the incoming messages were from Lin Qingqing.

For a moment, Ding Fan was puzzled. Lin Qingqing shouldn't have known his mobile number, so how did she send messages to his phone?

However, now was not the time to think about that. Ding Fan helped the nearby child up and inconspicuously soothed the child's emotions.

"Little friend, there's no need to be scared anymore. Once the police arrive, they'll take you back to your parents."

The child's emotions had stabilized a lot by then. He nodded happily before asking Ding Fan, "Uncle, may I know your name?"

Ding Fan was taken aback. He hadn't expected a child to want to know his name.

"My name is Ding Fan..."

"Uncle, my name is Song Hao..."

The child's eyes were innocent, and Ding Fan gently patted the child's head. "I'll remember that…"

...

By the time the police arrived at the scene, Ding Fan had already left, to avoid being entangled by them, which would only create more trouble.

Ding Fan found a secluded place, opened his phone, and casually looked through the messages Lin Qingqing had sent him.

As he read the messages, Ding Fan's brows furrowed tightly. The content of the dozens of messages was roughly the same.

We're in trouble, Brother Fan, hurry and save us!... Second Sister, Qingqing.

Ding Fan became restless right away. Although Lin Qingqing and her brother Lin Zhanting hadn't known Ding Fan for very long, they were sincere in their dealings, and the siblings matched Ding Fan's temperament.

In addition, there was a time when Ding Fan had entrusted Zhou Ruoran to Lin Qingqing for help in caring. Now that the Lin siblings were in trouble, there was no way Ding Fan could ignore it.

Ding Fan looked at the time when the messages were sent, and it turned out to be several days ago...

Ding Fan immediately dialed Lin Qingqing's phone.

After a tense wait, the call was answered.

"Brother Fan, is it really you, is it you?" Just as the call connected, Lin Qingqing's very anxious voice came over.

"Second Sister, what happened?" At this moment, concerned about the trouble Lin Qingqing mentioned, Ding Fan got straight to the point.

"Brother Fan, my brother has been unconscious for several days now... Brother Fan, please save him quickly..." Lin Qingqing's voice came through a little sobbing.