Although Han Wei only brought two bodyguards, their skills were naturally incomparable to those of Ma Qiang's subordinates.
The young Master Lin also brought a bodyguard. When he rushed to stop Chen Fan, Chen Fan knocked him down with a single kick and threw him downstairs.
The young Master Lin was greatly alarmed and shouted, "Do you know who this young master is? Offending the Lin family of the capital, you will die a miserable death..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Fan slapped him hard across the face.
Outside, earth-shattering screams and boos erupted, mixed with chaos. It was the third boxing match that had ended.
"You made me unable to place my bet."
Chen Fan slapped him repeatedly, *pa, pa, pa*, several slaps swelling the young Master Lin's face.
Behind the young Master Lin, his companions, especially the two women, were terrified and trembled uncontrollably.
Ma Qiang's face was filled with extreme panic and unease.
"Chen... Mr. Chen, let's forget it. Just drive them away."
Wang Ziqing, with a worried expression, came to persuade him, saying, "If the matter escalates too much, the security will come, and it won't be good for us."
Glancing at Wang Ziqing, Chen Fan grabbed the young Master Lin and threw him out, causing the young Master Lin to nearly faint.
Just then, several figures rushed over. They were the security guards.
"What are you doing? Who is causing trouble here?"
The middle-aged man at the head of the group, with a grim expression, sternly reprimanded them.
"Master Dao, Master Dao, these people are too arrogant and dared to commit violence here!"
Ma Qiang quickly pleaded in tears, saying, "Wang Ziqing and these people beat up my distinguished guests. They are clearly here to cause trouble and have no regard for the rules here."
"Is that so?" Master Dao didn't believe him at all.
But the young Master Lin screamed at this moment, "Criple them for me! I am Lin Feng of the Lin family in the capital. My father is Lin Jiankun. If you don't give me an explanation today, this matter is not over!"
"Exactly! I am from the Gong family of Ningnan. I invited Young Master Lin to have fun. This incident has happened. I don't care if this is the Ghost Market or not. If I don't vent my anger today, it's not over!"
Another companion of the young Master Lin also shouted.
Master Dao's brow furrowed.
Ma Qiang was not taken seriously by him, but the identities of Young Master Lin and Young Master Gong made him subconsciously lean towards them.
"Wang Ziqing, who are these people with you?" Master Dao asked.
Wang Ziqing knew Han Wei's identity, so she naturally had nothing to worry about. She was about to answer.
At this moment, Chen Fan spoke coldly, "To come here for fun, you still need to check identities and compare backgrounds and influence? Master Dao, right? Don't mind who we are. Today, you must give us an explanation!"
He stared at Master Dao, his gaze sharp, putting considerable pressure on Master Dao. He continued, "We came to this private room first. This Fatty Ma and Young Master Lin wanted us to vacate the place as soon as they arrived."
"They blocked the door, preventing me from betting on the third match. The bet was two million four hundred and thirty thousand, and at the odds, I lost two million."
"How do you plan to deal with this two million?"
Chen Fan's tone was icy and aggressive.
Hearing this, Wang Ziqing's face changed drastically, and she looked at Chen Fan in disbelief.
She had not expected Chen Fan to be so audacious as to demand compensation from the organizers.
She glanced at the boxing ring.
The third match was between the Polar Bear and the Leopard. If Ma Qiang and his group hadn't shown up, Chen Fan's two million four hundred thousand would have been lost.
This outcome made Wang Ziqing's expression a little strange.
What shocked her even more was that Han Wei didn't object, letting Chen Fan make trouble?
Han Wei's two bodyguards retreated to her side to protect her. Han Wei herself merely watched Chen Fan stir up trouble with a calm expression, showing no intention of stopping him.
The girl accompanying Chen Fan also looked frightened and uneasy.
"Two million four hundred thousand?"
Master Dao frowned and said, "Bets can be placed in advance. This kind of thing is not someone else's fault."
Chen Fan sneered, "If they hadn't blocked the door, my two million four hundred thousand would have become four million four hundred thousand. I don't care about a mere two million, but I came here for entertainment and my mood was spoiled. You must give me a resolution!"
"Let's put this matter aside."
Master Dao pondered for a moment and said, "Young Master Lin and Young Master Gong, change to another place, and you can continue to stay in this private room. In the Ghost Market, everyone should leave some room."
Young Master Lin was very unwilling and said, "How can this matter be let go just like that?"
Chen Fan sneered, "Master Dao, right? If you can't handle it, get someone who can. If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll tear this place down!"
Master Dao was furious upon hearing this, "What arrogance! No matter your identity or origin, you must abide by the rules here in the Ghost Market. If you agree to peace, fine. If not, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave the Ghost Market alive today!"
The background of the underground boxing arena in the Ghost Market was extremely powerful and terrifying. Master Dao felt that taking a step back was already giving Chen Fan face, but he didn't expect Chen Fan to be so arrogant.
Wang Ziqing's expression changed drastically, and she quickly tugged at Chen Fan's sleeve.
This was the core of the Ghost Market. Causing trouble here was seeking death!
Chen Fan completely ignored him, took a step forward, and slapped him.
Master Dao raised his hand to block, but his eyes found nothing in front of them.
With a *slap*, the blow landed squarely on his face.
Master Dao was enraged, his face contorted and ferocious. He kicked out.
*Slap*.
Another slap landed on his face.
He was furious.
*Slap*, another slap.
His subordinates lunged at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan retreated and advanced, and amidst the sound of *pa, pa, pa* slaps, he knocked all of Master Dao's subordinates to the ground.
Chen Fan said grimly, "Don't you understand what I'm saying? Get lost. I heard your Eighth Master is good at handling things. Call him to talk to me. Let Young Master Lin and the others stay. I'll say it again, if you don't give me an explanation, I'll tear this place down!"
Master Dao didn't expect things to turn out this way and looked at Chen Fan with venom in his eyes.
However, having mixed in the underground black boxing arena, he knew he was no match for Chen Fan.
He took a few steps back, his face already swollen. He grabbed his subordinate's walkie-talkie and said, "Someone is causing trouble and smashing the place. He's a martial artist. Please send Master Mo and Master Bai here."
After receiving a response, Master Dao looked at Chen Fan as if he were looking at a dead man. "No one dares to cause trouble here, not even the King of Heaven. You have only one outcome today, and that is to be thrown out as a corpse!"
Chen Fan's expression was calm, "A place that hosts illegal boxing, what's there to be arrogant about?"
Master Dao gritted his teeth, but for the moment, he did not dare to act rashly.
On the other hand, Ma Qiang and the young Master Lin and others were overjoyed.
They were the ones in the wrong for snatching the private room. Now, with Chen Fan's rampant behavior, the matter had become simple.
The organizers had no choice but to deal with Chen Fan.
Chen Fan was dead for sure!
Han Wei's expression remained calm, but Wang Ziqing's face had turned terrified.
Being able to entertain Miss Han was an opportunity.
Now, it had become a disaster. She, the intermediary who brought Chen Fan in, would definitely not fare well. Being banned from the Ghost Market was the least of it; she might even be implicated and killed directly!
This place was a den of sin, and the organizers of the underground boxing matches were a terrifying force that devoured people without spitting out the bones.