Chapter 495: Chapter 493: Yang Fan Faints from Anger
Bang!
A strong force whipped through the air as a palm gently descended, shattering the phone into four pieces.
"You little bastard, how dare you?"
As electronic components flew about, Yang Fan’s eyes widened with a look of shock.
He never expected Qin Hao to smash the phone to pieces!
After all, this was his turf; what gave the other party the nerve to do this?
While Yang Fan was inwardly shocked, Qin Hao, unfazed, uttered his first words: "Now, there is only one way to keep healthy — slap yourself fifty times and then kneel to apologize to my sister."
Yang Fan thought he misheard and burst into arrogant laughter: "Hahaha, you little bastard, did you get hit in the head? This is my territory, how dare you talk to me like that? Do you believe you won’t end up crippled when I’m done with you?"
"Sigh, why must it come to this? I clearly gave you a chance..."
Qin Hao sighed regretfully, his palm transforming into a blur as it struck Yang Fan’s face.
Bang!
The crisp slap echoed through the room, sending Yang Fan flying backward until he hit the wall and slid to the ground.
Boom!
Utterly stunned, Yang Fan’s mind went blank; half his face felt fiery and numb, with a constant buzzing in his ears as if a thousand bees were dancing wildly.
With part of his face collapsed and his head spinning, Yang Fan couldn’t form words, and strange sounds escaped his lips: "Wuwuwu, you... wuwuwu..."
"Wuwuwu, are you singing a nursery rhyme? I don’t mind if you sing, but at least carry a tune!"
Qin Hao said helplessly, lifting his palm to deliver another slap.
Bang!
This time, the sound was louder, and it struck the left side of his face.
"Ah!"
This time, Yang Fan truly felt the pain of being slapped, unleashing a mighty wail.
He wanted to beg for mercy but found his tongue refused to obey; both sides of his face were completely swollen!
"Your cries sound quite good; at least they’re better than the garbage you spouted earlier."
Qin Hao looked at Yang Fan, who now resembled a pig-headed figure, and raised his hand again with a playful smile.
In Yang Fan’s eyes, this gesture was like the Death God raising its scythe.
"No!"
Yang Fan cried out in desperate plea, instinctively scrambling backward, resembling a stray dog on the run.
"I gave you the chance to slap yourself earlier, but now it’s too late!"
Qin Hao shook his head with regret, stepping forward and stomping hard on Yang Fan’s wrist.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking echoed, followed by Yang Fan’s ghostly wails of pain.
"Ah! My hand! My hand is ruined!"
As Yang Fan wailed, he clutched his right wrist with his left hand, rolling on the ground in agony, causing Yu Dongling both shock and satisfaction.
Yang Fan’s plight seemed pitiful; did Brother Hao need to go this far?
Yu Dongling closed her eyes, unable to bear witnessing Yang Fan’s misery, but inwardly entertained a wicked query: Why does this make me feel so thrilled?
Plop plop...
Yang Fan’s heart-wrenching cries finally drew the attention of others. Several security guards emerged from the elevator and stormed into the office, surrounding the door tightly.
The head of the security, Wu Xiong, saw Yang Fan on the ground, his brow twitching uncontrollably. He hurried over to help Yang Fan up, "Manager Yang, are you okay?"
"Okay? Okay, my ass, my hand is ruined; how can I be okay!"
At this point, Yang Fan’s tongue had recovered, at least enough to curse.
Sprayed with spit, Wu Xiong dared not retort, muttering apologetically, "We were late; please don’t blame us, Manager Yang."
"Blame my ass, get me that little bastard, kill him!"
Yang Fan’s face was ashen, and he endured the excruciating pain to shout fiercely, his eyes filled with boundless hatred for Qin Hao.
"Brothers, get him for me!"
The master had spoken, and Wu Xiong dared not dawdle. He immediately ordered the security to seize Qin Hao.
"Why bother."
Qin Hao spoke desolately, gently shielding Yu Dongling behind him, and sent his palm silently forward.
With that palm strike, an indescribable force appeared out of thin air, blowing the security guards backward.
Thud thud!
The tall and burly security guards fell like bowling pins and soon lay scattered on the ground.
"What happened! Am I dreaming?"
Wu Xiong rubbed his eyes in terror; the scene before him was all too real!
So, what happened was no illusion!
Saw a ghost!
Wu Xiong’s heart pounded as he looked at Qin Hao with utter fear.
Fear wasn’t limited to Wu Xiong; Yang Fan felt it too.
He, as a scion of the Noble Families, had knowledge of things unknown to the common man, like the "Ancient Martial Family."
What Qin Hao just displayed was no skill a normal person could have, but the techniques of a master from the legendary Ancient Martial Families!
Yu Dongling actually brought someone from an Ancient Martial Family; wasn’t his suffering in vain this time?
For Yang Fan, nothing was more painful than revenge being impossible.
Instantly, his heart was filled with indignation and disgrace, and in his rage, he spat a mouthful of blood, fainting dead away in front of everyone!
"What just happened?"
Qin Hao was dumbfounded. He hadn’t even used a fraction of his torture techniques, and this vile youngster just succumbed to anger?
Oh well, I am guilty, I shouldn’t use Inner Strength to bully ordinary people.
Coming in with anger, only for it to end like this, Qin Hao found it both funny and exasperating, turning to ask Yu Dongling: "Sister, this Yang Fan seems pitifully weak; do you feel avenged enough?"
"Yes, definitely enough!"
Yu Dongling was in high spirits, looking at Qin Hao with fervor like a devotee, her eyes gleaming with admiration.
"Then let’s go."
Qin Hao shook his head with a wry smile, taking Yu Dongling’s soft little hand once more, and calmly headed for the elevator.
Lying on the floor, the guards wailed but crawled to the corners like avoiding snakes, afraid to block Qin Hao’s path and incur his displeasure.
No kidding, a single strike that could summon a gale, such means akin to martial arts novels, could a normal person deal with that?
Exiting the skyscraper smoothly, Qin Hao turned to Yu Dongling with a breezy smile: "Dong Ling, that foolish Yang Fan should be quiet for a while. But just in case, if he dares to bother you again, remember to contact me."
"Okay, thank you for solving my problem."
Yu Dongling nodded obediently, though her expression was slightly dim.
She knew Qin Hao was busy, and since the problem was resolved, she couldn’t cling to him anymore. Reluctantly, she said, "I’ll go home to see mom first, take care of yourself."
"Mm."
Qin Hao escorted Yu Dongling to the taxi, waving as he watched her leave. His phone coincidentally rang at that moment.