"You caused the chaos first, disrupting the boxing match and then beating up my people. If you don't give us an explanation, won't people think less of this place?"
Master Ba's face was somber, his expression unfriendly.
"If people start copying this behavior, causing trouble whether they have a case or not, then how can we continue doing business?"
Chen Fan nodded with a serious look. "You make a good point. Zhao Quan, you truly are someone. No wonder you can be the manager in this underground boxing ring!"
Chen Fan spoke casually.
Master Ba's pupils, however, contracted sharply, and his expression changed.
In a place like Ghost Market, no one used their real names.
Aside from the boss behind him, only that person knew Master Ba's real name in Ghost Market.
Yet, his origin had just been exposed in one go.
"Who is Zhao Quan?" Master Ba asked with a dark face. "Since you admit what I said makes sense, I won't ask for much. Just leave one hand behind!"
Among his subordinates, someone drew a knife, their faces filled with mockery and disdain.
Wang Ziqing felt her heart pound with fear.
Seeing Master Ba's true intentions revealed and preparing to resolve this by force, Chen Fan smiled and said, "You want my hand? With you vermin hiding in the filthy gutters?"
"Hiss!"
Wang Ziqing gasped, nearly passing out. Da Feng Novel Network
How arrogant could this person be?
Seeing Master Ba not responding, Chen Fan stood up and said calmly, "Zhao Quan, if you're wise, we can still talk. If you're not, then we'll find another way to talk. I'll tear this place down first, then we'll discuss other matters."
"What a bold statement!"
Master Ba's gaze grew even more somber. He turned to the old man beside him and whispered, "Master Mo, please!"
The old man called Master Mo nodded and said, "Since Ghost Market began, I've never seen anyone so arrogant."
With that, he took a step forward and clawed at Chen Fan.
His hand formed an eagle's claw, and his fingertips glowed with a golden-jade hue, like cast iron, aiming straight for Chen Fan's shoulder blade.
Chen Fan reached out with his palm to meet it.
With a dull thud and the collision of forces, Chen Fan flipped his palm. Like a coiling serpent, he dispersed Master Mo's eagle claw and directly gripped his wrist.
Master Mo's expression changed. His wrist vibrated, and a sound like wind and thunder echoed within him.
But Chen Fan, with a slight backward step, pulled Master Mo into the private room after a tug.
He twisted Master Mo's wrist and applied force with his palm, forcing Master Mo to kneel on the ground.
Master Mo's face contorted in disbelief.
Master Ba's pupils contracted.
"Master Ba, you have ten seconds to consider," Chen Fan said nonchalantly. "In ten seconds, I'll kill him directly. Then you can try to see if you can take my life tonight!"
Master Ba's face shifted multiple times.
"Stop," he said with a dark expression. "What do you want? Causing trouble here, you won't be able to fly out. You'll surely die."
"Then let's try!" Chen Fan sneered. "You should know what I'm here for."
Master Ba's eyes flickered. He waved his hand and said, "Release Master Mo."
Chen Fan let go with an indifferent expression, as if everything was under his control.
Master Ba breathed a sigh of relief and ordered those behind him, "All of you, step back. Have Ninth Master go to private room number three and invite Master Qing to handle this matter."
His many subordinates' expressions changed drastically, some finding it hard to believe.
This underground boxing ring had grown bigger and remained unshaken in Ghost Market precisely because of its astonishing background and the many experts guarding it.
And this Master Mo was considered top-tier among the experts employed by the boxing ring.
Those with strength above Master Mo were considered honored guests, whom the boxing ring could only invite when absolutely necessary. They generally didn't guard the premises, belonging to the category of renowned masters.
Yet now, Master Mo was captured in one move, showing no ability to retaliate against Chen Fan.
Master Mo retreated, disheveled but extremely wary.
Master Ba walked into the private room and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Chen Fan smiled. "Me? You can call me Chen Tianjiao. Of course, I have another name, which you should be familiar with, The Undefeated Heavenly King!"
Upon hearing Chen Fan's words, Master Ba, Zhao Quan, his face turned ashen.
He suddenly reached out and drew a gun.
But before he could act, a grape flew out and struck his wrist.
The handgun fell to the ground, skidding far away.
Wang Ziqing trembled with fear, her face turning pale.
The accompanying girl's face also lost all color.
They didn't fully grasp the meaning of The Undefeated Heavenly King, but seeing Master Ba draw a gun, they knew the situation was dire.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Wang Ziqing, and she finally understood.
She now realized that between Chen Fan and Han Wei, Chen Fan was the dominant force, and Han Wei was merely accompanying him.
Moreover, judging by the situation, she guessed that Chen Fan had come specifically for Master Ba. The previous betting was merely a pretext.
Even the appearance of Ma Qiang and his group was just a convenient excuse for Chen Fan to stir up trouble. If they hadn't appeared, she estimated Chen Fan would have found another reason to cause a scene and attract Master Ba's attention.
Realizing this, she broke out in a cold sweat.
In this gambling den, Master Ba was already an insurmountable figure to her. Even more terrifying was that Master Ba was merely a manager of this underground boxing ring; behind the ring, there were forces she couldn't even imagine.
Why would Miss Han come to such a place to cause trouble?
With her esteemed status, she was accompanying someone like Chen Fan to cause trouble in Ghost Market?
As the gun hit the ground, Zhao Quan stared intently at Chen Fan, his eyes bloodshot.
"Zhao Quan, it seems I was right to find you," Chen Fan said softly as he walked over. "I hope you don't disappoint me. Otherwise, forget tearing this place down; I wouldn't mind leveling it!"
"You... you must be crazy!" Zhao Quan's body began to tremble. He said hoarsely, "You found this place. Do you know its background?"
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and said, "I don't care."
Zhao Quan glanced towards the door, his hands shaking. He said in a low voice, "You'll get me killed!"
"I can save you," Chen Fan said.
"You?" Zhao Quan was somewhat on the verge of a breakdown, growling, "What do you think this place is? Kyoto? Besides, how did your brothers and friends die back then? You should focus on how to get out alive first."
Saying this, he turned to flee.
But a hand already rested on his shoulder, rendering him immobile.
Wang Ziqing's heart pounded.
She had seen Master Ba many times in the past two years, maintaining order and guarding this underground boxing ring. He wasn't a fighter himself but had commanded respect from all sides back in the day. He was always composed.
But now, this Master Ba had lost his composure to such an extent!
Moreover, the content of the conversation between Master Ba and Chen Fan filled her with horror.
It was clear that Chen Fan had come specifically for Zhao Quan, and the secrets involved made Master Ba so fearful.
Just hearing it sent shivers down her spine.
Subconsciously, she moved towards the door.
At that moment, Han Wei signaled, and two skilled bodyguards blocked the entrance, separating the inside from the outside.
Chen Fan ignored Wang Ziqing. He pressed down on Zhao Quan's shoulder and said, "Zhao Quan, you know what I want. You'd better cooperate, or I'll make you wish you were dead, yet unable to die!"