Top-tier Unruly Master

The people around looked at Ding Fan with sympathy.

Baldie was notoriously ruthless on the black market. It was said that Baldie used to be a soldier who spent several years overseas as a mercenary after being discharged. He was someone who had truly killed people. Moreover, his ruthlessness made him a person few would dare to provoke in the black market.

Ding Fan looked frail in comparison, and to everyone else, offending Baldie meant he was in for a beating.

"We'll give you money, we don't want any trouble," Mu Zi suddenly stood up and said to Baldie.

They had come to this black market to find the Soul Gathering Herb to save Mei Li's life. Mu Zi could tell that if they started a fight here, Ding Fan would cause a scene, and then there would be no point in looking for the Soul Gathering Herb.

That was why Mu Zi was ready to offer some money to resolve this matter quickly.

"Now you realize you don't want trouble, fuck!" Baldie squinted at Mu Zi up and down. "Babe, I won't say I never gave you a chance. Just entertain me tonight, and all this will be forgotten."

As Baldie finished saying this, he smirked and unabashedly stared at Mu Zi's chest.

Mu Zi's face immediately darkened. Ordinarily, who would dare to speak to her with such disrespect...

At that moment, one of Baldie's men joined in.

"Babe, my boss's thing is nicknamed the 'mortar'. You're going to have a blast tonight..."

"Come morning, you probably won't even want to leave after my boss drives you out,"...

The air was suddenly filled with filthy language.

"Babe, come with me, I promise I won't touch your pretty boy," Baldie said.

However, before Baldie could finish his sentence, a crisp slap rang out.

Slap...

After that, Baldie screamed, and then his body staggered back five or six steps before he finally steadied himself.

The people present gasped at this scene; the slap was directed at Baldie. And the person who slapped Baldie was none other than Ding Fan.

Baldie was indeed a desperado and, having a bunch of ruthless men in the black market, still faced such a formidable opponent as Ding Fan, who had impulsively slapped him.

"Fuck your mother, kill him for me!" Baldie was irate.

Having been bullying others in the black market for numerous years, it was embarrassing for him to be slapped in front of so many people.

Baldie's followers, upon hearing his command, swung their iron bars and machetes at Ding Fan. It seemed they were in sync, as none of them laid a hand on Mu Zi. Perhaps, in their minds, they would deal with Ding Fan first and then capture Mu Zi for their pleasure.

At this moment, Ding Fan was preoccupied with the Soul Gathering Herb, and these idiots unexpectedly emerged, giving him no outlet for his anger. Poor them.

With a flurry of punches and kicks, the seven or eight thugs were knocked to the ground in an instant by Ding Fan.

Holy shit! Bruce Lee is alive!

Everyone expected Ding Fan to be beaten down by Baldie's men, but to their surprise, so many men couldn't even land a single blow before being knocked down by Ding Fan.

One against seven or eight! And it was a swift defeat!

Incredible, totally incredible. It was as if he were cheating.

The onlookers were astonished, and even Baldie was stunned. He had seen many tough people, served as a soldier, and worked as a mercenary abroad.

But he had never seen someone as skilled as Ding Fan. He'd seen one man fight seven or eight before, but one man instantly defeating seven or eight? That was too incredible. His followers were all ruthless, and even Baldie himself couldn't defeat them instantly.

Yet, what Baldie couldn't achieve, Ding Fan had done.

While Baldie was still shocked by Ding Fan's skills, a figure suddenly appeared right in front of Baldie.

Baldie only saw a blur before he could understand what was happening, a barrage of slaps descended on him, turning his head into a pig's head in the blink of an eye.

The person who slapped Baldie could only be Mu Zi.

Now that things had escalated, Mu Zi didn't hold back after hearing Baldie's filthy words. She couldn't possibly let him off easily.

Baldie might have been tough, a soldier, and a special forces operative, but that was relative. Compared to ordinary people, he was formidable, but next to members of group 3567, he couldn't even measure up to their big toes.

Those were the elites among the special forces, the Imperial Guard. In their presence, Baldie was just a small fry.

Witnessing such agility from Mu Zi and her brutal slapping of Baldie, the crowd gasped in surprise.

How could anyone imagine that such a pure and sweet-smiling girl could possess such swift movements and be so fierce in combat?

Ding Fan, despite being such a formidable character, had no strength to fight back in the hands of another.

After Mu Zi finished delivering a series of brutal slaps, he simply threw Ding Fan to the ground.

At that moment, Ding Fan's eyes were seeing stars. He opened his mouth to speak, only to discover that all of his teeth had been knocked out.

"Fuck......" Ding Fan tried to say something, but because he had no teeth and his mouth was leaking air, the people around him couldn't understand what he was trying to say.

"Go to die!"

At that moment, Mu Zi walked over and simply kicked Ding Fan, knocking him to the ground.

Mu Zi's kick was so powerful that Ding Fan, with a cry, was immediately knocked unconscious.

The lackeys brought by Ding Fan were now lying on the ground, looking at each other in shock. They truly hadn't expected this man and woman to overpower them so completely and swiftly. They had no strength left to fight back.

"Who are you two, and why are you causing trouble here?" Just then, a cold voice came from a corner.

Following that voice, two men in black T-shirts pointed their guns directly at Ding Fan and Mu Zi.

Ding Fan looked toward the voice, and saw behind the two men in black, a burly man with a shaved head, wearing a large gold chain and a tattoo of Guan Gong on his arm, approaching from one side.

"Brother Ze!"

As the man appeared, many in the crowd greeted him, showing that he was someone with a background. He seemed to hold significant sway in this black market.

The man known as Brother Ze walked up and glanced at Ding Fan lying on the ground and his lackeys beside him. Then, he indifferently turned his gaze to Ding Fan and Mu Zi.

"Who are you two..."

"Just shopping," said Ding Fan, his tone even, unfazed by this so-called Brother Ze.

At the moment, Brother Ze had not provoked Ding Fan, but if he did, Ding Fan was ready to fight, even if it meant knocking his teeth out.

"You two are cops?" Brother Ze didn't even wait for Ding Fan's answer before he blurted out unexpectedly.

"If I were a cop, do you think you'd still be standing here unharmed?" Ding Fan's gaze carried a trace of menace.

At the sight of Ding Fan's icy and merciless eyes, a chill ran down Brother Ze's back for no apparent reason, almost making him want to step back involuntarily.

Cough cough...

Brother Ze was momentarily dazed before he coughed awkwardly.

Just now, a single sentence from Ding Fan had caught him off guard, causing Brother Ze's face to heat up in embarrassment. His men were pointing their guns at the opponents, who should have been the scared ones.

Yet he had been frightened by a single sentence from Ding Fan, and in front of so many people, he felt somewhat unable to save face.

"You want to buy something, what is it you're looking to buy?" Brother Ze changed the subject and asked.

"Soul Gathering Herb," Ding Fan did not hide his intentions. That was what he had come for today.

"Soul Gathering Herb? What's that?" Brother Ze seemed puzzled.

Seeing Brother Ze's clueless expression, Ding Fan didn't feel like staying any longer, especially as Mei Li's condition couldn't wait.

"Mu Zi, they don't have what we need here, let's go," Ding Fan said and turned around, about to leave with Mu Zi.

"Fuck, you think you can just leave without resolving this?" When Brother Ze saw Ding Fan ignoring him, he became quite infuriated.

Ding Fan stopped in his tracks, turned around with a serious expression.

At this moment, Brother Ze's two subordinates kept their guns aimed at Ding Fan and Mu Zi, making the situation quite tense.

And just then, someone appeared between the two sides.

"My friend, we meet again..."

Hearing that voice, Ding Fan was taken aback. He looked in the direction of the voice, and the person who emerged from the crowd was none other than the antique dealer he had met earlier at the Liuli Factory.

Cheng Bufan!

"Brother Cheng..." At that moment, Brother Ze, seeing Cheng Bufan, rushed over to him and spoke with great respect.

Ding Fan watched Brother Ze's obsequious demeanor and began to wonder, just who was Cheng Bufan really?