Top-tier Unruly Master

[Sorry for the delay, two chapters coming at once, apologies!]

Ding Fan gripped the fingers of the short man and suddenly exerted force, causing the man to cry out in pain and involuntarily kneel on the ground.

As a cultivator of his generation, Ding Fan could never let anyone point fingers at him. This was only because his opponent was a commoner; if the other party had been a martial artist, Ding Fan breaking both of the man's arms would have been considered light.

"Scram!"

With a shove of his right hand, Ding Fan pushed the kneeling short man onto the ground.

At that moment, the short man glanced at his index finger that Ding Fan had grasped, which now clearly had a broken bone.

"Brother Kun, this fucking idiot dared to touch me," the short man cried, speaking to the nouveau riche man beside him.

Looking at the short man's demeanor, like a beaten dog running back to its owner, Ding Fan found it utterly disgusting.

"Kid, I think you really want to fucking die, daring to lay hands on my people. Do you know that the 'Black Soil Emperor' of Dancheng, that's my dad," the nouveau riche said arrogantly.

The so-called 'Black Soil Emperor' was nothing more than a flattering title for a coal mine boss.

Ding Fan frowned slightly, he really didn't have that much time to waste here showing off dads with these idiots. Without looking back, he turned to leave.

"Fuck, are you taking my words for a fart? Beat him to death for me, I'll take responsibility for whatever happens," the nouveau riche commanded his entourage angrily.

The lackey was indeed quite burly.

The burly man casually picked up a beer bottle from the side and, swinging it, charged towards Ding Fan, aiming to violently smash it against the back of Ding Fan's head.

At that moment, the flower-selling girl Zhen Xiang was terrified, her eyes wide with shock.

With his back to the burly man, Zhen Xiang thought there was no way Ding Fan could dodge the beer bottle being smashed down by the burly man. However, everything happened too quickly for her even to warn Ding Fan.

But just when Zhen Xiang thought the beer bottle would certainly hit Ding Fan's head, Ding Fan didn't even turn around. He merely sidestepped slightly, and the burly man's beer bottle missed its target.

The burly man had used so much force swinging the beer bottle that he temporarily lost control of his body and lunged forward uncontrollably.

Going with the flow of the burly man's momentum, Ding Fan gave a slight nudge. The man was sent rushing forward.

Bang!

With a loud crash, the burly man, having lost his balance, slammed heavily against the wall. He had moved forward with such force, and his face had made contact with the wall first, leaving him slumped on the ground, his face covered in blood.

Zhen Xiang rubbed her eyes. That scene had been over in an instant. To her, it seemed like Ding Fan had simply moved slightly to the side while the burly man had charged forward, hitting the wall himself. It was incredibly bewildering.

Because the burly man had hit the wall with quite some noise, plenty of people inside the café's private rooms began opening their doors and poking their heads out to look.

At that moment, the nouveau riche sobered up quite a bit.

His capital for showing off had been the two lackeys he brought along. When it came to fighting, he was just a nobody; to say this might even insult nobodies.

Once Ding Fan made a move, both of his lackeys were put down, and facing such a person, the nouveau riche wasn't completely stupid—he no longer dared to act tough.

Suddenly, the nouveau riche was like a docile kitten, daring not to make another sound.

"Xiao Kun, what's going on here?" Just then, a man with a cigar in his mouth walked over with four or five people.

Upon seeing who was coming, the nouveau riche found his nerve again.

This man was the son of the president of Dancheng Bank, Jin Guangshun. He was the real deal, a genuine rich and spoiled brat, compared to whom the nouveau riche was minor league.

The nouveau riche had recently been hanging around Young Master Jin.

"Young Master Jin, some asshole is trying to act tough with me," the nouveau riche said, slipping behind the newcomer to avoid staying in the limelight for too long.

Truly scared of Ding Fan, the upstart worried Ding Fan would turn on him and beat him again.

Ding Fan sized up the one called Young Master Jin, who wore a flashy shirt, denim shorts, and wooden clogs, looking very flamboyant.

By Young Master Jin's side was a woman in a provocative outfit.

"Xiao Kun, today I'm going to show you what real swagger is!" Young Master Jin said, wrapping his arm around the woman beside him. Then he addressed his followers.

"Take this fucker and beat him until his mother can't recognize him."

As soon as Young Master Jin finished speaking, his followers started cracking their knuckles, eager to come over and teach Ding Fan a lesson.

Ding Fan was somewhat speechless as he glanced over at Zhen Xiang. It seemed like every time he encountered this woman, trouble followed. It looked like the fight was inevitable today.

"Brother Fan, what's going on?" At this moment, Qin Manshu walked up to Ding Fan and asked with a puzzled face.

"F**k! Young Master Jin, this chick is hot."

Right then, Ding Fan had not yet had the chance to explain to Qin Manshu when that nouveau riche across from them started leering at Qin Manshu with a sleazy look on his face.

"Babe, just keep big brother happy for a bit, and I'll give you whatever amount of money you want. I'll give you a car, a house, anything, as long as you sleep with me…" The nouveau riche man was saying and drooling all over the place.

Qin Manshu's brow furrowed.

His words were so vulgar, completely indecent…

But just when nobody expected it, something happened while that nouveau riche was still drooling over Qin Manshu.

Standing next to the nouveau riche, Young Master Jin suddenly struck out with his hand, slapping the man across the face.

"You insulted my f**king neighbor!" Young Master Jin wasn't done after slapping the nouveau riche, he started cursing at him while pointing at his nose.

At that moment, the nouveau riche man was thoroughly stunned; he hadn't expected Young Master Jin to hit him.

However, after a brief thought, he understood.

"Young Master Jin, my bad, you see, with such good goods, of course, you go first. I'm fine with just sloppy seconds!"

"Go f**k yourself!"

Before the nouveau riche could finish his sentence, Young Master Jin's hand was swinging again, and in no time, the nouveau riche's face was swollen from being slapped.

Two of his front teeth were even sent flying by Young Master Jin.

The nouveau riche was truly confused. He didn't understand why Young Master Jin was hitting him. However, with Young Master Jin's status, the nouveau riche didn't dare even let out a fart.

At this time, Young Master Jin didn't care at all about the nouveau riche's wellbeing. He walked up to Qin Manshu with impeccable manners.

"Miss Qin, I'm sorry, I have absolutely no connection with that guy. If he has made you uncomfortable, I will make arrangements for you to get even…"

F**k me!

Hearing Young Master Jin's words, the nouveau riche man nearly fainted on the spot.

What did he mean by no connection? That was outright disassociating. The nouveau riche financially supported Young Master Jin's lavish lifestyle daily, and now he claimed to have no connection with him…

Seeing that the other party recognized her, Qin Manshu took a couple of looks at Young Master Jin; she didn't remember this person.

Perhaps realizing that Qin Manshu didn't recognize him, Young Master Jin hurriedly said, "Miss Qin, I'm just a nobody, I've only had the fortune of seeing you once before…"

Qin Manshu then nodded her head.

"Miss Qin, if that person has made you feel wronged, I can help you get even…" Young Master Jin continued to speak.

Qin Manshu didn't directly respond to Young Master Jin. Instead, she turned her head to look at Ding Fan. "Brother Fan, what do you think?"

Young Master Jin, hearing Qin Manshu actually calling Ding Fan "Brother Fan", was shocked in his heart.

To know, the Qin family is one of the Four Great Families of Huaxia, and Qin Manshu now holds the trump card of Qin's Group. The person whom Qin Manshu calls "brother" must be someone special.

"Brother Fan, if you feel aggrieved, I can take care of it for you…" Young Master Jin was quick to read the room and started to address Ding Fan as "Brother Fan" as well.

At this time, the nouveau riche man beside them still hadn't grasped what was happening.

Being just a minor nouveau riche, splurging money was easy, but he couldn't understand the intricacies of high society.

But even the nouveau riche figured out one thing - Ding Fan must be an impressive character, otherwise, the usually arrogant Young Master Jin wouldn't be so excessively polite to Ding Fan.

Ding Fan didn't bother with the eager Young Master Jin beside him. He simply said flatly, "Take your people and scram."

To Ding Fan, these people were nothing but ants; he had no interest in dealing with them.

Although Young Master Jin wasn't upset by Ding Fan's words—after all, even Qin Manshu called him "brother," so Ding Fan had to be formidable.

Young Master Jin then turned to the nouveau riche man like calling a dog, "Haven't you thanked Brother Fan and Miss Qin quickly enough…"

The nouveau riche man hurried over and said with a respectful face, "Miss Qin, Brother Fan… I was blind earlier and didn't recognize Mount Tai; it was all my fault… Thank you for sparing me…"

The nouveau riche certainly had bad luck today; he wanted to show off and step on others, yet his own man got hit, and now he had to thank them.

Ding Fan and Qin Manshu didn't even want to look at that nouveau riche with his fawning face and didn't wait for him to finish speaking before both turned around and walked away.