Top-tier Unruly Master

Ding Fan didn't go easy on them, that burly man was kicked to the ground by Ding Fan and it seemed he wouldn't be able to get up in a short time.

The tall man beside the burly man swallowed hard upon witnessing this scene.

That burly man was particularly strong in one-on-one fights. The two of them had sparred before, and if it had come to a real fight, even the two of them combined were no match for the burly man. And now, the formidable man was easily taken down by Ding Fan in just two or three moves.

If the burly man was no match for Ding Fan, wouldn't he be even more outmatched?

Ding Fan didn't bother with those two idiots any longer and lifted his foot to walk inside.

However, at that moment, a voice suddenly appeared behind Ding Fan.

"Wait a moment..."

Accompanying that voice, a series of noisy footsteps came from behind Ding Fan. Without even turning his head, but relying on his Divine Sense, Ding Fan knew he was now surrounded by seven or eight people.

All of these people were dressed in black suits and wore sunglasses, giving off the vibe of gangsters from a movie.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man was slowly walking over, surrounded by the crowd.

Ding Fan turned around and gave the middle-aged man a quick glance.

This middle-aged man had a slightly slim frame but his eyes were sharp, clearly someone well-versed in scheming.

When the middle-aged man arrived, he looked at the burly man sitting paralyzed on the ground with an unpleasant expression.

"Master Huang, this man was trying to force his way into the Phoenix Building. I told him that Phoenix Building was booked today, but not only did he not listen, he also attacked me..." the burly man sitting on the ground said.

The middle-aged man gave Ding Fan a disgruntled look, then turned to his subordinates and said, "Throw this man onto the main road; don't ruin the boss's plans."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the men he had brought with him wasted no time surrounding Ding Fan after flexing their muscles and getting ready.

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, having seven or eight men to deal with Ding Fan was like drilling with a sure hand, it would only take moments to completely handle Ding Fan.

However, what happened next left him utterly stunned.

His seven or eight subordinates swarmed Ding Fan, followed by the sounds of punches and kicks, but in the blink of an eye, all of the subordinates he had brought were knocked to the ground.

In front of the entrance to the Phoenix Building, apart from the middle-aged man, all of the subordinates were now writhing on the ground, legs flailing; none of them seemed like they would get up anytime soon.

Ding Fan was very annoyed. Since these people were so overbearing, he just responded in kind.

The middle-aged man was so frightened by Ding Fan's aura that he stepped back several paces.

Just then, a black sedan pulled up at the entrance of the Phoenix Building. A young man about the same age as Ding Fan got out of the car.

"Lao Huang, what's going on here? Miss Qingqing will be here soon, is this how you handle things?" the young man's face was full of displeasure as he looked at the middle-aged man.

Hearing the young man's words, Ding Fan realized these people had booked the entire Phoenix Building just to wait for Lin Qingqing.

The middle-aged man hung his head and said nothing further.

Having seen Ding Fan dispatch his seven or eight men in the blink of an eye, the cunning middle-aged man would not knowingly kick an iron plate. He just kept his head down, leaving the rest to the young man.

"Kid, ever heard of the Twelve Young Masters of Dancheng? Disappear now, and I'll act as if nothing happened here today," said the young man, appearing confident as he looked at Ding Fan.

Ding Fan glance at him indifferently. "And what if I don't leave?"

"Fuck. You're pretty arrogant. Not leaving is fine, but don't regret it later," the young man said while taking out his phone.

Ding Fan had no good impression of such spoiled brats who had no ability of their own and only relied on their parents' money and connections.

"Director Wang, this is Ding Ze. There's an asshole at the Phoenix Building trying to show off to me. Just handle it," the young man said before hanging up his phone.

"Kid, hope you can still be this arrogant later," the young man said condescendingly, stretching out his index finger to point directly at Ding Fan's nose.

Pointing the index finger at someone was a complete insult.

Ding Fan had no intention of indulging these brats who exploited their parents' influence to bully others and show off every day.

Ding Fan moved swiftly, reaching Ding Ze's face before he could react. His hand was forceful, and a very clear sound of breaking bones echoed directly.

Ding Ze's index finger was forcibly snapped by Ding Fan just like that.

At this time, Ding Fan was still tightly gripping the twisted finger of Ding Ze, who was squatting on the ground, crying out in pain.

"I give up, I give up... Let go quickly, it's killing me..."

Ding Fan acted as if he hadn't heard Ding Ze's words at all, still clutching onto Ding Ze's finger.

"Brother, I was wrong, please spare me, it's all my fault... I shouldn't have been showing off... Big brother, please let go, it hurts..."

At this moment, Ding Ze's face twisted with pain as he kept begging for mercy, a stark contrast to the arrogant Ding Ze from before.

"Next time, when you want to show off, make sure you have the capability to back it up..."

After finishing his sentence, Ding Fan directly let go of Ding Ze's finger, and Ding Ze immediately collapsed onto the ground, cradling his broken finger, his face smeared with tears and snot.

And just at that moment, a black sedan stopped in front of Phoenix Building, and from it, a graceful figure stepped down.

Upon seeing the person who came out of the car, the previously battered Ding Ze, who had been set straight by Ding Fan, suddenly perked up, quickly wiped the snot and tears from his face, and hurriedly trotted over.

"Miss Lin, I've long admired your name; I'm a loyal fan of yours. I knew you were dining at Phoenix Building today, and I wonder if you'd do me the honor, Miss Lin. I'm willing to pay one million yuan to have a meal with you..."

As Ding Ze spoke, his pain-distorted face squeezed into a smile, his face still stained with tear marks, looking quite disheveled.

Lin Qingqing was a film and TV star, and Ding Ze had greedily booked the entire place when he heard she'd be dining here today, then threw out one million yuan to entice Lin Qingqing to share a meal with him.

After all, a second-tier female celebrity could often be had for a sleepover for a mere hundred thousand yuan or so. Ding Ze felt that spending one million yuan to invite Lin Qingqing to a meal left her no reason to refuse.

However, contrary to Ding Ze's expectations, after hearing his proposition, Lin Qingqing didn't even give him another glance. Instead, she walked straight over to Ding Fan and said to him with a smiling face.

"Brother Fan, you arrived early, didn't you? Did you have to wait anxiously?"

"Not really, just a few stray dogs getting in the way..." Ding Fan said indifferently.

Lin Qingqing let out a giggly laugh, clearly understanding that Ding Fan was referring to Ding Ze and his entourage. "Brother Fan, why don't I treat you to something tasty today to reward you?"...

Brother Fan?!

Ding Ze watched the warm exchange between Lin Qingqing and Ding Fan. He was beginning to wonder if he was dreaming.

Who was Lin Qingqing? She was a big star in Yahuan State, otherwise, Ding Ze wouldn't have spent a million yuan to invite her to a meal.

Yet, even after offering one million yuan, Lin Qingqing didn't even glance at him. But what was more unsettling was that Lin Qingqing wanted to take the initiative to invite the man who had broken his finger to dinner.

Ding Fan dressed simply, his clothes probably not costing more than two hundred yuan for a full set. Ding Ze just couldn't understand why Lin Qingqing would rather dine with such a country bumpkin than a wealthy and handsome man like himself.

Just then, the sound of police sirens approached from afar and finally stopped at the entrance of Phoenix Building.

Two police officers got out of the patrol car and walked directly towards the scene.

When Ding Ze saw the police, he suddenly perked up. He recognized one of the officers—it was Director Wang, whom Ding Ze had called earlier to come and handle Ding Fan.

"Director Wang, it's him! He's the one who beat up my bodyguards, this man is just too barbaric." After saying this, Ding Ze looked towards Lin Qingqing.

"Miss Lin, this man is simply a violent thug. Look at all my men, all knocked down by him. It's just too dangerous to be around someone like him."

Lin Qingqing had already seen the men sprawled out on the ground from Ding Fan's handiwork when she arrived.

However, she didn't seem surprised by the scene. She believed that these people had provoked Ding Fan first, and that Ding Fan wouldn't bother with such insignificant folks otherwise.

"You did this?" Director Wang, after exchanging a covert glance with Ding Ze, asked Ding Fan.

"Yes." Ding Fan answered honestly, without any concealment.

"Then there's nothing left to say, cuff him and come with me..."

Before Director Wang could finish, his colleague pulled on him. The director looked slightly taken aback, but it was then that his fellow officer, with a flattering smile, said, "Manager Ding, hello."

Manager Ding?! What's going on here?

Ding Ze looked at Ding Fan with doubt, blinking. A manager dressed like Ding Fan, what sort of state must his company be in?

After all, what kind of manager dresses so plainly...