Top-tier Unruly Master

The delicate-looking girl stared at the police officer with confusion in her eyes. Although she had never experienced anything like this, she had seen it happen on television before. That Qu Dong had killed someone, so how come he was being treated so reverently and escorted into the car? There was certainly something fishy going on.

Ding Fan watched the two police officers' performance with a solemn expression. He had not missed the call that tall police officer had made to the director just now.

At that moment, the tall police officer pulled the taxi driver aside, leaving Ding Fan and the pure-looking girl alone.

After quietly speaking a few words with the taxi driver, when the driver returned to the police, he directly got into the taxi, as if the incident with the sports car hitting him had never happened at all.

"Big brother, Qu Dong just crashed his sports car into your taxi, and you saw with your own eyes my boyfriend getting killed. Brother, you must be my witness."

The delicate-looking girl seemed to realize something was amiss and spoke to the taxi driver.

"Little sister, I really can't help you," said the driver with a glance at the policeman in the distance, and then continued, "My car crashed into a tree on its own."

After speaking, the taxi driver turned to Ding Fan who was outside the car and said, "Buddy, get in the car, I'll take you away."

At this, the delicate-looking girl's complexion turned very ugly. From the words of the taxi driver, she could already tell that the two officers were indeed helping Qu Dong. Otherwise, why would the driver's attitude change after speaking with the police officer?

"Big brother, you were also in the taxi just now, you must have seen it. Please, I beg of you, be my witness." The delicate-looking girl now turned to Ding Fan with a face full of pleading.

This pure-looking girl knew a bit about the law, and at this moment, there were few cars on this road, and it was already midnight with hardly any vehicles in sight.

If there were no witnesses, then the other party could easily manipulate the accident scene. In that case, her boyfriend might indeed die in vain.

Seeing this, the tall police officer glanced at Ding Fan, "This is none of your business. Some things are beyond your control. If you don't want to complicate things for yourself, get away quickly."

Ding Fan's brows were deeply furrowed at this time.

Ding Fan had heard clearly what the tall policeman had told the taxi driver just now. The officer had first revealed Qu Dong's family background and then asked the taxi driver not to get involved, claiming that the Qu family would give him five hundred thousand yuan in hush money.

Let alone the hush money of five hundred thousand yuan, that director of the Traffic Police Bureau was someone a mere taxi driver like him could not afford to provoke...

In Huaxia Country, killing someone with a vehicle was a grave sin.

Yet those two police officers dared to so brazenly resolve the case in such a manner.

While Ding Fan was musing over this, the black sports car suddenly started up and charged toward Ding Fan at a not insignificant speed.

The appearance of this accident was so sudden that everyone at the scene was stunned.

The black sports car came hurtling forward with undeniable force; if it hit him, Ding Fan would undoubtedly die. And at this moment, the sports car was about to crash into Ding Fan.

But just when everyone thought Ding Fan was certain to die, something unbelievable happened.

As the black sports car was about to hit Ding Fan, he simply raised his foot. This foot came up directly under the sports car's chassis.

With a shout from Ding Fan, the sports car was flipped over. The car tumbled several times on the ground, eventually came to rest on its roof, tires facing upward.

Damn!

The tall policeman nearby could hardly believe his own eyes. After all, a sports car was made of steel. And such a heavy lump of steel would weigh at least a ton.

And yet, such heavy steel had been flipped over with a single kick.

The pure young girl stood there with her mouth agape. She had just imagined Ding Fan was sure to die, but to her disbelief, he had flipped the car over with a single kick.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe such a thing?

The taxi driver was also gaping in astonishment; you could easily fit an egg into his wide-open mouth without any issue.

Although everyone was shocked beyond measure, Ding Fan merely looked sternly at the overturned black sports car.

To Ding Fan, flipping the sports car with his foot was nothing extraordinary; he had merely used the principle of leveraging force, tossing the car using its own momentum.

Qu Dong, relying on his family's power, had first killed the pure girl's boyfriend and was now attempting to kill him with the vehicle. Such a person deserved to be annihilated on the spot.

At that moment, the doors of the tumbling black sports car opened slowly, and Qu Dong, along with the previous fat police officer, climbed out of the car in a very disheveled state.

Qu Dong, having been kicked by Ding Fan earlier, had gotten into the car intending to retaliate by running Ding Fan over to repay that kick.

But they could never have imagined that a person could flip a car over.

"Arrest him..." Qu Dong's head was bleeding profusely, blood streaming down his face.

At this point, the tall policeman promptly drew his gun, aiming it directly at Ding Fan.

That Young Master Qu was the son of the director, and if one could perform well in front of the director's son, then making progress at the police station later would be nothing to worry about.

Ding Fan turned his head to glance at the police officer who had aimed his gun at him.

"Put your hands on your head and squat down, or I may just shoot," said the tall policeman. When Ding Fan looked at him, for a moment he felt as though a wild beast had set its gaze on him, and his legs began trembling involitively.

"Before you do anything, think it through clearly, so you won't regret it later."

After dropping that line, Ding Fan walked straight towards Young Master Qu.

There was someone who drove recklessly, treating human life as a joke—a person who, unbelievably, wanted to kill him.

For that reason alone, how could Ding Fan possibly let him off easily?

"What... what are you going to do?" Young Master Qu became nervous as Ding Fan approached him. After all, Ding Fan was the incredible person who flipped the sports car with a single kick.

"What are you standing there for? Shoot him, shoot him dead!" Young Master Qu said in a hurry.

"Stop, or I will shoot," the nearby police officer warned Ding Fan.

But Ding Fan completely ignored the warning, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

"You deserve to die!" Ding Fan walked up to Young Master Qu and slapped him hard across the face.

The slap from Ding Fan was very powerful, and with that hit, Young Master Qu staggered, and his right cheek swelled up high.

"You... you motherfucker dare to hit me..."

Before Young Master Qu could finish his sentence, Ding Fan walked up and kicked his knee with direct force.

Everyone present could clearly hear the sound of breaking bones.

A single kick had broken Young Master Qu's leg.

The nearby police officers got cold shivers down their backs. They had been police officers for some time now and had seen their share of ruthless people, but they had never encountered someone like Ding Fan, who could flip a sports car with one kick and then break a man's leg with another.

"Are you idiots? Shoot, shoot! Kill this fucker! I'll take responsibility if anything happens," cried Young Master Qu in pain.

Each finger is connected to the heart, and the pain in the leg was naturally unbearable for an ordinary person.

Despite Young Master Qu's loud cries, the armed police officers did not dare to shoot.

Ding Fan exuded a murderous intent.

Such overwhelming murderous intent was enough to not leave the armed officer paralyzed in fear on the spot, so how could he dare point his gun at Ding Fan?

Squeak, at this time, a black sedan came to a halt nearby.

As the car stopped, a middle-aged fat man hurried over.

"Uncle Wu, come help me take revenge. This asshole has broken my leg."

Upon seeing the newcomer, Young Master Qu started crying out loud.

The two policemen felt a sigh of relief upon seeing the middle-aged fat man. They were at a loss as to how to deal with Ding Fan, the beast.

The person who arrived was none other than Director Qu's cousin, Wu Qiang.

Wu Qiang was a tough character. Over the years, leveraging his cousin Director Qu's care, he had started a freight company in Dancheng. The business had thrived over the years, and he had become a character with influence in both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

Wu Qiang was indeed domineering as he scanned the scene, his expression darkening immediately.

"Kid, you've got some nerve to be so cruel to Young Master Qu. It seems you're tired of living," Wu Qiang said.

Young Master Qu was extremely troublesome, and Wu Qiang looked like someone who bullied others due to his power.

But while you may pick on others, Ding Fan was surely not someone you could afford to provoke.

At that moment, Zhou Ruoran also got out of the taxi. The taxi driver simply couldn't withstand the Qu Family's pressure and wanted to leave. As Ding Fan showed no intention of getting in the car, the taxi driver simply asked Zhou Ruoran to exit as well.

"Kid, I now suspect you of robbing Young Master Qu's car, and in the process of the robbery, you used his car to kill someone," Wu Qiang said, glancing at the two police officers nearby.

"You two arrest this kid right now. If he resists, charge him with resisting arrest and take him out on the spot!"