Top-tier Unruly Master

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"You... you guys hurry up and kill him for me! I paid good money to hire you... Get moving!"

The murderous look in Ding Fan's eyes made Lao Xi feel suffocated. Only a wild beast would have such eyes, and the fact that he didn't wet his pants right then was already commendable.

Although Lao Xi was giving orders to the thugs he had hired to show off, none of them dared to step forward.

They all knew they were no match for Toad, let alone Ding Fan. Toad's wrist had been shattered by a single move; if such a powerful punch landed on them, how could they possibly be okay?

"Are you all deaf? I told you to *** him up. Whoever can take him down, I'll give you half a million..."

But before Lao Xi could finish his sentence, Ding Fan had already appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

So fast... Lao Xi was dumbfounded.

The speed of Ding Fan's movement far exceeded his understanding; he had never imagined a person could move that fast.

In fact, what Lao Xi didn't know was that Ding Fan hadn't even used any special movement technique. To Ding Fan, it was nothing more than shifting his position. But given Ding Fan's powerful cultivation, a simple shift in his eyes was already terrifying.

"I... I..."

Ding Fan suddenly appeared right in front of Lao Xi, and feeling the murderous aura at such close range, Lao Xi couldn't help but retreat continuously until he finally sat down on the ground, his butt first.

As he sprawled out, everyone could see clearly that Lao Xi's crotch was suddenly wet, and a foul smell dispersed...

The crowd didn't need to guess to know that Lao Xi had been so scared by Ding Fan that he had wet his pants.

The antique shop had been noisy and chaotic during the fight, and now a crowd had gathered at the entrance to watch the commotion. Lao Xi had truly lost face in a big way.

"You really are impressive..." Mu Zi, watching Lao Xi's miserable state, couldn't help but giggle.

Just moments ago, Lao Xi and Dongzi were still strutting around arrogantly, and now, in no time at all, Lao Xi had wet his pants from fear.

Feeling his face turn hot with embarrassment, Lao Xi clenched his teeth. "Kid... You think you're tough, huh? Let me tell you, in Yanjing, it's not just about being tough. Do you know who my backer is?"

The people around knew that Lao Xi was no match for Ding Fan and was now trying to crush Ding Fan with his family background.

Many people at the Liuli Factory knew Lao Xi and Dongzi, who would come around at least once a month. During these peaceful times, antiques and paintings had become increasingly popular for gifts, so these wealthy youngsters often frequented the place.

Quite a few in the crowd recognized Lao Xi and Dongzi, and their fathers did hold some influence in Yanjing.

Seeing Ding Fan dressed plainly, it was clear he didn't have any strong background. To the bystanders, the incident with Ding Fan and Lao Xi wasn't going to be easily resolved.

For a moment, many felt anxious for Ding Fan, knowing that upsetting these bullies never ended well. How many people had been driven to despair with shattered families, and how many households had been ruined?

They had power, they had privilege.

Ding Fan originally didn't want to engage with Lao Xi; despite being detestable, in Ding Fan's eyes, he was nothing more than a pile of stinking ****, unworthy of attention.

But now, Lao Xi was still acting arrogantly, flaunting his background and relying on his father's power to lord it over others. How could Ding Fan possibly let him off?

"Kid, let me tell you, my father is the head of Yanjing's highest court. If you dare to cross me, you won't even know how you died..."

While Lao Xi was still boasting about his father's power, Ding Fan suddenly appeared before him without any warning.

Ding Fan had initially intended to intimidate Lao Xi into backing down. But now the situation was different; for such a spoiled and vicious scion, if you don't hit them where it hurts, they'll never understand that justice prevails.

Thump!

Ding Fan kicked with some force, and before Lao Xi could finish talking, he was sent flying by the kick. Lao Xi, weighing over 150 pounds, completed a beautiful 360-degree turn in the air before landing solidly on the ground.

With a thud, Lao Xi landed face down, his nose crushed and blood streaming down his face, looking utterly disgraced.

The onlookers were stunned.

Lao Xi had just announced his father's background, and everyone thought Ding Fan would definitely be intimidated into submission. The head of Yanjing's highest court might not be the highest-ranking official, but for someone as poor as Ding Fan, it was more than enough leverage.

Yet after the other party had declared his father's position, not only did Ding Fan not flee in panic, but he decisively kicked Lao Xi almost half to death.

Lao Xi thrashed about on the ground, his injuries appearing serious. Judging by his pained expression, it looked like he wouldn't be able to get up for a while.

"Well done!"...

Someone from the crowd suddenly shouted out loud.

These privileged young masters, relying on their fathers' influence, behaved despotically, disregarding the law.

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Everyone had long been fed up with these spoiled young masters; it's just that no one dared to speak up. Now that someone had stepped up to teach these bastards a lesson, it naturally felt immensely satisfying.

At this moment, Ding Fan turned his head to look at Dongzi, who shivered with fear.

Originally, Dongzi and his crew had wanted to find trouble with Ding Fan and then boast about it to Wang Zeting. To them, Ding Fan's attire marked him as a country bumpkin, and taking down such a person would surely pose no difficulty.

But what Dongzi and his lot hadn't expected was not only could Ding Fan fight, but he was also impervious to threats or bribes. You wouldn't have a problem if you didn't mention your father, but as soon as you did, he'd kick you so hard you'd be half-dead.

Such a character was truly beyond Dongzi's ability to provoke.

"Big brother, it was all Lao Xi's idea, I was just strutting around under false pretenses. Big brother, I was wrong, please don't hit me..." Dongzi knelt on the ground with a plop, looking at Ding Fan with a face full of terror.

The onlookers felt a wave of disgust at Dongzi's demeanor.

These spoiled young masters were usually domineering. When could they be seen so crestfallen? Indeed, an old saying was proven true.

Every Jack has his Jill; there is a remedy for every evil.

Dongzi and Lao Xi, are these spoiled young masters impressive or not? But in front of Ding Fan, all that was nonsense. In the end, one was kicked by Ding Fan and couldn't get up, while the other was forced to kneel on the ground, repeatedly saying he was wrong.

"Kid, you're tough, just wait..." Lao Xi, sprawling on the side, struggled to pull out a phone from his pocket.

"Hey, Brother Ting, it's Lao Xi... Today I saw your sister-in-law with an idiot at Liuli Factory, Dongzi and I wanted to teach him a lesson, but this jerk beat me up, Brother Ting, come quick..."

Ding Fan coldly watched Lao Xi, who was cowering on the ground. It looked like this call was for Wang Zeting.

Ding Fan had always kept in mind that Lao Xi was just an ordinary person, so he didn't go for the kill. But even after giving him chance after chance, Lao Xi still tried to put Ding Fan at a disadvantage!

A glint of cold light flashed in Ding Fan's eyes.

"What's the name of the man who is with Mu Zi?" At this point, Wang Zeting's voice came through from the other end of Lao Xi's phone call.

Although the volume of the speaker was low, it couldn't escape Ding Fan's ears.

"Name?" Lao Xi was taken aback.

Usually, when they went out to show off and encountered a setback, a call to Wang Zeting meant immediate reinforcement without question. In Lao Xi's memory, Wang Zeting had never asked for the other party's name.

Although he didn't know what Wang Zeting was up to, Lao Xi still turned to ask Ding Fan.

"Fucker, if you have any guts, tell me your damn name."

Ding Fan stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "Ding Fan."

"Ding Fan?" Hearing this name, Lao Xi felt it was somewhat familiar but couldn't recall where he had heard it at the moment.

However, at this point, Lao Xi didn't ponder further. "So it's Ding Fan, huh? Just wait till Brother Ting comes and sees how he'll deal with you."

After saying this, Lao Xi spoke directly into the phone, "Brother Ting, the one acting tough is called Ding Fan, and he's still being a little bitch saying that when you come, he'll take you on too, Brother Ting..."

As Lao Xi rambled on, another voice came from Wang Zeting over the phone.

"You and Dongzi are both fucking idiots, why did you provoke him?!"

Lao Xi was stunned; he hadn't expected Wang Zeting to curse him.

Although Lao Xi and Dongzi had acted to please Wang Zeting, no matter what, they had been beaten up for the sake of Wang Zeting, after all.

But now, having been severally beaten by Ding Fan, here was Wang Zeting, laying into him with a foul rant. What the hell was going on?

However, despite his discomfort, Lao Xi didn't voice his feelings; after all, the Yanjing Royal Family's power was too great, and they simply couldn't afford to offend them, so Lao Xi had to swallow his grievances.

"Brother Ting, what should we do now?" After pondering for a moment, Lao Xi asked Wang Zeting on the phone.

"You two brought this upon yourselves, deal with it yourself, I don't care how you die, but you both better not fucking drag me into it!"

Beep beep...

After Wang Zeting finished speaking, the phone line went dead with a busy tone, implying that Wang Zeting had hung up the phone.

Lao Xi was dumbfounded. Wang Zeting had actually hung up the phone.

Lao Xi hurriedly picked up the phone to redial, but at that moment, Wang Zeting's phone was already turned off...