Lao Lang and Ekui Ping also looked at Chen Fan, a flicker of surprise in their eyes, as they naturally recognized him.
"Why is that kid here?" Ekui Ping frowned slightly and asked Ghost Hand.
Ghost Hand replied coldly, "Because this kid has a very good relationship with that trash Da Xiong. My godson was crippled by this kid."
"What? The kid you're talking about is him?" Ekui Ping seemed a bit taken aback.
Ghost Hand looked at Chen Fan with sinister eyes, "Kid, I hadn't come to find you yet, and you've delivered yourself to my doorstep."
Chen Fan glanced at Ghost Hand, ignored him, and walked directly towards Da Xiong and the others.
"Mr. Chen."
"Brother Fan!"
Seeing Chen Fan approach, Da Xiong and the others quickly called out to him.
Chen Fan looked at Da Xiong, his expression displeased, "Why didn't you inform me about such an important matter?"
"Brother Fan, I didn't want to trouble you all the time." Da Xiong lowered his head, not daring to meet Chen Fan's gaze.
Chen Fan patted Da Xiong's shoulder, "Since you call me Brother Fan, then your business is my business, Chen Fan. Don't forget, we are sworn brothers."
Da Xiong immediately lowered his head in shame, "Brother Fan, I know I was wrong."
Chen Fan patted Da Xiong's shoulder again and turned his gaze to Ghost Hand and the others.
Ghost Hand, standing not far away, saw Chen Fan ignore him again, his face turning extremely sinister, "Kid, none of you are leaving today. I'll break every bone in your body with my own hands to let you know the consequences of offending me, Ghost Hand."
"If you want to keep me, you probably won't have the chance," Chen Fan replied calmly.
Ekui Ping's brows furrowed slightly, and he said to Ghost Hand, "This kid can fight very well. Coupled with Da Xiong and his men, it will be difficult for us to keep them."
Ghost Hand sneered dismissively, "Heh heh, of course, I know he can fight, but do you think his fist is faster or my gun is faster?"
Saying that, Ghost Hand took a jet-black handgun from his waist.
Seeing this, Da Xiong's burly body immediately stepped forward, blocking Chen Fan, and vigilantly watching the other party.
Lao Lang and Ekui Ping finally relaxed, smiles appearing on their faces.
Everyone knew that no fist, no matter how fast, could be faster than a bullet. With Ghost Hand's gun, Chen Fan and his group would surely be trapped.
Ghost Hand looked triumphantly at Chen Fan behind Da Xiong, "Well? Kid, do you think you still have a chance to escape?"
"Since I'm in a good mood now, if you can kneel down, crawl over and call us Grandpa a few times, and then lick our shoes clean, I might let you live a little longer."
Ghost Hand pointed at his leather shoes, a look of mockery on his face.
Chen Fan had hit him before, crippled his godson, and now he was ignoring him. He naturally wanted to humiliate Chen Fan thoroughly to vent his hatred.
Chen Fan's expression turned serious upon seeing the handgun in Ghost Hand's hand.
He had already gripped several silver needles in his hand.
If Ghost Hand were to fire, he was confident he could cripple him instantly. However, he only had one chance and could not afford any mistakes.
"What? Scared? Kid, weren't you very arrogant when you barged in? Why are you chickening out now?" Lao Lang sneered, mocking Chen Fan.
"Brother Fan, I'll take the bullets for you later. Er Gou, you guys protect Brother Fan and leave!"
Da Xiong said with determination. He knew better than anyone that Ghost Hand was not someone to be trifled with.
The man genuinely intended to leave them all here!
"Brother Xiong, we'll take the bullets for you. You and Mr. Chen go first!" Er Gou and the others refused to leave, each blocking in front of Da Xiong.
Da Xiong coldly reprimanded, "Are you deaf?! Don't you understand what I'm saying?! Hurry up and escort Brother Fan out!"
However, Er Gou and the others were unwilling to leave, still blocking in front of Da Xiong.
"Hahaha!"
Ekui Ping burst into laughter, clapping his hands as he said, "Touching, truly touching!"
"Honestly, Da Xiong, I, Old Crocodile, am a bit jealous that you've found such a group of brothers who would die for you."
Er Gou glared fiercely at Ekui Ping, "That's because you've never truly considered them brothers. In Brother Xiong's eyes, our interests always come first. Even if there's only one pot of meat, Brother Xiong will divide it among us, and he'll just drink the soup. Therefore, you'll never have brothers willing to risk their lives for you in this lifetime."
"Hahaha!" The three of Ekui Ping burst into laughter again.
Lao Lang even teared up with laughter, wiping his eyes and saying, "Young man, we have plenty of money. I'll give anyone standing here a million, and they'll risk their lives for me just like you. You, on the other hand, are an idiot, risking your life for nothing, understand?"
Er Gou and the others were filled with anger, clenching their fists and staring intently at the others.
Lao Lang's lips curled upwards, and he glanced at Ghost Hand, "Ghost Hand, make your move. Cripple them first, and then we'll have some fun."
"No problem." Ghost Hand said, and he triumphantly raised his handgun, aiming it at Er Gou and the others not far away.
In an instant, Chen Fan and the others' nerves tensed.
Chen Fan's hand, holding the silver needles, was ready to be thrown with force. He had already aimed at a vital point in Ghost Hand's chest.
If this silver needle struck Ghost Hand, he would surely die.
"Stop!"
However, at this critical moment, a woman's voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.
The sudden voice startled everyone.
Ghost Hand looked towards the doorway, temporarily lowering his gun.
Chen Fan's movement also stopped instantly, and he looked towards the doorway, as the voice from the doorway was very familiar to him.
"Boss Song?" Upon seeing the person, Ghost Hand's brows furrowed slightly.
Lao Lang and Ekui Ping exchanged glances, both looking surprised.
Even Chen Fan, after clearly seeing who it was, was astonished, not understanding why she would suddenly appear here.
The person who arrived was none other than Song Wenting, the owner of the Hongye Bar on Panlong Mountain.
"Boss Song, what are you doing here? Could it be that your Hongye Bar also wants a piece of the pie in Jiangcheng?" Ghost Hand asked coldly, frowning.
Song Wenting, in high heels and a black long dress, walked into everyone's sight.
She glanced at Chen Fan, who looked surprised, then her gaze fell on Ghost Hand, "Ghost Hand, you should know that he is my man."
Ghost Hand sneered, "Boss Song, if I remember correctly, he refused the boss's invitation and has already left Hongye Bar. How can he still be considered your man?"
"Could it be that you and this kid are involved?"
Song Wenting's gaze was calm, "That's right, he is my man."