Swish!
The wine bottle flew through the air at high speed, aiming straight for the back of Lin Fan’s head.
His eyes suddenly flashed with killing intent. These people were clearly courting death.
In an instant, he reached back, caught the bottle mid-air, and clenched his fist.
Bang! The glass shattered in his palm, wine spraying in all directions.
Fei Ying immediately raised his hand and gave the order: “Kill him!”
Shouts and battle cries filled the bar as chaos erupted. Thugs and warriors—many armed with axes and baseball bats—charged at Lin Fan.
But Lin Fan was no ordinary man.
He was a fifth-grade, eighth-level master—known as the Border Wolf King. These so-called killers were nothing to him. He found their attack almost amusing.
With a swift twist of his body, his rotating barstool spun to face the attackers. He launched a powerful kick at the one charging ahead.With a single blow, a chain reaction of bodies crashing into each other followed like toppling dominoes.
Lin Fan stood up, leapt into the fray, and began his counterattack.
He punched through enemies one by one, snatched a baseball bat, and started smashing heads like a brutal game of whack-a-mole.
The scene quickly descended into madness. Some attackers even started yelling bizarre battle cries.
“Ahhh!”
“Take my sword—China’s number one, the White Emperor’s Holy Sword! Follow me!”
But Lin Fan didn’t need any flashy techniques or true energy. His body alone was a deadly weapon.
He thought at first that killing the young master of the Haisha Society was an accident—and perhaps they had a reason to seek revenge.
But in this situation, there was no way he would just surrender.
Wielding the baseball bat in one hand and smashing foes with his iron fists in the other, Lin Fan sent men flying or left them groaning on the floor.
Over two hundred warriors and thugs couldn’t stop him.
Fei Ying was stunned by what he saw. Realizing brute force wouldn’t work, he immediately switched tactics.
The men in the outer circle drew their pistols.
They had strict orders from their boss: no matter what, Lin Fan had to die. His head would be the offering to Luo Han.
As soon as the guns were drawn, Lin Fan’s fury exploded.
The rage he had been holding back erupted.
A silver-white mist swirled around his body—his true energy had begun to radiate.
This time, Lin Fan was taking it seriously.
Shen Wuxiao, watching from a distance, shook his head in disappointment.
So this was the so-called Haisha Society?
Were these the elite forces of one of Zhonghai’s top three underworld powers?
They couldn’t even send a proper third-grade warrior or a decent fourth-grade master?
This hardly looked like a “kill at all costs” operation.
As the battle raged on, Shen Wuxiao casually walked up to one of the gunmen, snatched his pistol, and aimed at Lin Fan in the crowd.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gunfire rang out in bursts.
Lin Fan reacted instantly, grabbing a nearby thug and pulling him in front as a shield.
The bullets tore through the man’s body.
The gunman turned in shock, staring at Shen Wuxiao. “Who the hell are you?! Are you trying to die?!”
Shen Wuxiao responded coolly, “Believe it or not…”
Bang!
He shot the man in the forehead.
“The last bullet’s yours.”
Muttering to himself, Shen Wuxiao tossed the pistol aside and walked out calmly.
By now, the other gunmen had opened fire, so no one paid attention to him anymore.
Lin Fan dove behind the bar to avoid the bullets, pressing his body tightly against the counter.
When the gunmen approached, Lin Fan erupted with terrifying strength. He lifted the entire bar counter and hurled it forward like a battering ram.
The counter smashed into the attackers, scattering them in all directions.
Lin Fan rushed out of the bar.
It wasn’t cowardice—it was simply pointless to continue fighting a battle he couldn’t win.
He could cripple his enemies, but they had guns—and they were aiming to kill.
Just as he burst out the door, a black jeep screeched to a halt in front of him.
“Get in!” the driver shouted.
Seeing that they weren’t from the Haisha Society, Lin Fan jumped into the back seat without hesitation.
There were only three people in the car, including him.
“Who are you?” Lin Fan asked.
“Don’t ask. Our lady wants to see you,” said the man in the passenger seat coldly.
The jeep sped off.
Not far behind, another car followed.
In the back seat sat a beautiful woman—Liu Ruyan.
She had just witnessed Lin Fan’s terrifying strength.
Anyone who could fight off over 200 enemies and escape alive was definitely someone worth working with.
If she could get him to a safe location, she could begin negotiating terms.
Just when she thought everything was under control, a Land Rover came speeding in from a side road on the left.
BANG!
It slammed into Lin Fan’s vehicle with incredible force.
The collision was massive—a hole instantly formed in the side of the jeep.
The driver and passenger were shaken. Lin Fan, seated in the back, frowned but remained calm.
The vehicle screeched as it slid across the pavement, tires screaming and leaving black marks on the road.
Liu Ruyan, following close behind, was shocked.
She had thoroughly investigated the area. There were no Haisha Society members stationed nearby.
Everyone had surrounded the bar.
So who was this driver?
Could it be someone from Shen Wuxiao’s side?
She watched as Lin Fan’s car flipped onto the sidewalk, landing on its roof like an overturned turtle.
The Land Rover then reversed and spun in place with a dramatic drift.
At first, it looked like the attacker was about to flee—but then Liu Ruyan was stunned again.
A hand extended from the Land Rover’s window, holding a strange-looking revolver.
The gun was aimed at the overturned jeep.
Bang!
The gunshot was deafening.
The bullet was no ordinary round—it was like a miniature meteor, moving at terrifying speed.
The moment it hit the jeep, the vehicle was blasted into the air, flying nearly three meters before crashing back down with a thunderous impact.
Smoke billowed. Flames erupted.
The scene was a mess of chaos and fire.
But the Land Rover didn’t stop to check if Lin Fan had survived. It simply accelerated and vanished into the night.
As it passed Liu Ruyan’s car, she peered through the window.
She couldn’t see the driver’s face clearly, but from the silhouette, she could tell—it was a man.
Unfortunately, the vehicle was moving too fast for her to see any more.
She didn’t have time to guess his identity.
Right now, her priority was finding out if Lin Fan was still alive.
She had gone through all this to work with him—if he died now, everything would be for nothing.
With two bodyguards, Liu Ruyan rushed toward the wreckage.
The vehicle was still on fire.
One bodyguard knelt and inspected the area.
“The driver and the guy in the passenger seat are dead. Burnt to a crisp.”
“But there’s no one in the back seat.”
“The rear door’s open.”
“Miss, looks like Lin Fan escaped!”
Liu Ruyan was baffled.
There was nowhere nearby to hide. How could he have vanished so quickly?
It wasn’t until a manhole cover nearby shifted slightly that she suddenly understood.
Lin Fan had managed to escape in the very last second.
Just before the explosion, he’d opened the car door, lifted the manhole cover, and jumped in.
Not many people could pull off such a clean escape.
He really did live up to his reputation—an extraordinary man blessed with unbelievable luck.