Top-tier Unruly Master

""It's him, he's showing off here, trying to take our money, and even hitting people. I'm telling you, the person who got hit, that's Sister Rui's person. If today's matter isn't handled well, I'll go straight to your boss and get you fired," the enchanting woman called Xiao Die said to the two security guards.

The two security guards glanced at Li Feng, who was sprawled on the ground, having taken a bad fall. Then they looked over at Ding Fan standing opposite them.

Ding Fan dressed rather low-key as usual. After all, a cultivator simply didn't care about the silks and satins of the mortal world, let alone designer clothes.

"Kid, hands on your head and squat down," one of the security guards, a fatty, pointed at Ding Fan's nose and ordered.

Judging by Ding Fan's attire, he didn't look like someone wealthy. But seeing Xiao Die and the person who was beaten next to her, irrespective of whether they were Sister Rui's people or not, just the sight of the Ferrari parked beside them suggested they weren't ones to be trifled with.

So the fatty guard decided to lash out directly at Ding Fan.

Ding Fan's eyebrows slightly furrowed to the side; he was well aware of the other party's mindset. They targeted him without bothering to distinguish right from wrong...

"There's no need to waste words on him, just beat him up!" Xiao Die spoke up from the side. "Brother Li is a man with money. See that Ferrari over there? That's what his dad overseas bought him for his birthday. Today you let loose and beat up that idiot. If there's any trouble, Brother Li will cover for you.

If you can make this idiot unable to stand up, I'll give each of you a ten thousand yuan tip."

"Kid, I told you to put your hands on your head, didn't you hear?"

Hearing that there was a ten thousand yuan tip, the fatty guard's eyes lit up.

He knew something about the caprices of these rich brats; if he could make them happy, they wouldn't care about ten thousand yuan.

You see, ten thousand yuan would easily cover four or five months' worth of their salary. In that guard's view, Ding Fan was just an unsophisticated country bumpkin.

Beating up a bumpkin to earn ten thousand yuan seemed like an incredibly good deal.

Ding Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming.

If the guard had the nerve, Ding Fan wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson as well, letting them learn what happens when they judge by appearances.

"F*ck! He's being stubborn, huh." After the fatty guard spoke, he suddenly lashed out with a kick.

The kick was aimed directly at Ding Fan's abdomen.

At this moment, the guard felt smug, thinking that if bumpkins like this were around every day, there'd be no need for him to even work.

The fatty guard had been a scout in the past, and his kick was known to be formidable. If it landed, Ding Fan surely wouldn't be able to get up. Then the ten thousand yuan would be as good as his.

Ding Fan's gaze became sharp at that moment; just as the guard's foot was about to hit him, Ding Fan's right leg shot out.

Bang!

Ding Fan's kick was a split-second faster. The guard couldn't dream that he hadn't hit his target; instead, he was the one who got kicked.

The fatty guard stumbled back five or six steps before awkwardly falling to the ground.

As he fell, he flailed wildly on the ground, and it seemed he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.

The other taller security guard was taken aback by this. He hadn't been on the job long, and the fatty was his shift leader.

He knew about the fatty guard's military background, and just a few days ago, when they went out drinking and got into a fight with some thugs, the fatty alone had driven off four or five of them.

In terms of fighting skills, even if seven or eight of the taller guards were tied together, they wouldn't stand a chance against the fatty. And now, with the fatty down, it was even less likely for this skinny tall one.

"Kid, if you've got the guts, don't leave..." After dropping that line, the skinny tall guard no longer cared about the fallen fatty; he turned and ran back as fast as he could.

"F*ck! Why are you running..." The enchanting woman was astonished; she had thought that with the security guards present, they could deal with Ding Fan properly.

But to her utmost surprise, one guard had been kicked by Ding Fan and was lying on the ground unable to get up, while the other guard had bolted after letting out an inconsequential fart.

"Get lost!" Ding Fan glanced at the woman and said coldly.

The enchanting woman should have been grateful; if she were a man, based on her earlier distortion of the truth, Ding Fan would have had every right to beat her so badly she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for half a year.

Screech...

Just then, a very flashy black racing motorcycle pulled up right in front of Ding Fan and Xiao Die, the enchanting woman.

At this moment, a woman in a leather jacket was propping up the motorcycle with one foot. She looked incredibly cool as she deftly took off her helmet, revealing her true appearance.

Ding Fan was momentarily taken aback when he saw the newcomer; he recognized her. She was none other than Xu Rui.

The last time in Dongcheng, he had been framed and taken to the police station, and it had been Xu Rui who had come to his rescue. Later, when Xu Rui was injured at the Ning Family Pharmacy, Ding Fan had helped treat her wounds.

Though they had been through life and death together, Xu Rui was too overbearing and arrogant, and encounters between Ding Fan and Xu Rui often led to quarrels.