89: I am a bastard

“Han Li, are you sure all the doors are closed? Trapping the dog inside to beat it—I like that very much.”

Chen Menglin was a little scared. She walked up to Wu Fan and whispered, “Brother Fan, these people mean trouble. A wise man knows when to retreat! Why are you provoking him?”

Wu Yixuan, however, was very brave. She leaned against Wu Fan and said, “Don't panic. This is a society ruled by law. What they are doing is illegal.”

Wu Fan pulled both of them behind him. “Hide behind me and don't come out. I'm here, there's no need to be afraid.”

Han Li spoke in a mocking and ridiculing tone, “Wu Fan, you're a clay Buddha crossing the river—you can barely save yourself. And yet you still want to show off in front of these beauties? Ridiculous.”

Wu Fan raised his hands and immediately embraced Chen Menglin and Wu Yixuan, one on each side. “I still have to thank Liu Yue for her heartlessness. Otherwise, where would I find such beautiful companions?”

Liu Yue's face flushed crimson with anger. “Han Li, stop wasting words on him. Beat him to death!”

Han Li gave a signal, and the bodyguards behind him, rubbing their fists and palms, closed in on Wu Fan and the others step by step.

Wu Fan whispered, “Don't be scared, you two. Stand back and hide.”

Wu Yixuan, however, held onto Wu Fan's arm and shouted, “Stop right there! If you dare to lay a hand on him, I will call the police immediately!”

The bodyguards looked at Wu Yixuan and burst into laughter.

“This chick is quite pretty, and she's adorably fierce, haha.”

“She looks surprisingly good when she's angry.”

“Not only is she pretty, but she's also very cute. Brothers, go easy, don't hurt her beautiful little face.”

“Brothers, charge! First, take down this protector of flowers!”

“Charge!”

Several bodyguards raised their fists and lunged toward Wu Fan's head.

Wu Fan remained calm. He gently pushed Wu Yixuan backward, instantly raised his leg, and delivered a kick straight to the abdomen of the bodyguard leading the charge.

A sound of “Ah...” was heard, and the bodyguard was instantly sent flying several meters away, crashing heavily onto the ground, unable to get up.

Immediately after, Wu Fan picked up a chair and went on a rampage. In just a few seconds, all ten or so bodyguards were knocked down.

They were rolling on the ground, groaning in pain.

Wu Fan, having consumed the Advanced Physique Pill, possessed boundless strength and explosive stamina. Even using a random object as a weapon, his output power was ridiculously high.

Forget ten bodyguards; even if a hundred came, they probably wouldn't be a match for Wu Fan.

He maintained his output, showing no sign of fatigue.

Han Li watched everything unfolding before him and instantly froze in shock.

What the hell? Was Wu Fan this strong?

He looked at the pile of people sprawled haphazardly on the ground and cursed, “Trash! A bunch of useless trash!”

Chen Menglin had covered her eyes long ago when she saw so many people approaching, unable to watch.

She was trembling all over from fear.

She mumbled to herself, “It's over, completely over. They're probably going to be beaten into black sesame paste.”

Wu Yixuan held her arm and comforted her, “Menglin, don't be afraid. Wu Fan is protecting us.”

Chen Menglin said frantically, “He's just one person. How can he possibly win?”

No sooner had the two finished speaking than they heard a flurry of crashing and banging sounds.

When they looked up, a pile of people was already lying haphazardly on the ground.

Yet Wu Fan was standing perfectly fine in front of them, not even breathing heavily.

Chen Menglin's eyes widened in surprise. She turned to look at Wu Yixuan. “What happened? What just happened?”

Wu Yixuan tightened her grip on Chen Menglin's arm and said, “Don't be afraid. Wu Fan is a master, an absolute martial arts expert. He's amazing.”

Chen Menglin looked at Wu Fan's back with admiration and finally relaxed.

Wu Fan took a step forward and said coldly, “Han Li, what kind of trash bodyguards did you hire? They can't take a punch. Why don't you step up yourself next?”

Han Li's face had already turned deathly pale from fright.

He rubbed his eyes, still finding it hard to believe everything he saw.

Ten or so bodyguards taken out in a matter of seconds?

What kind of strength was that?

Liu Yue hugged her son tightly and retreated several steps, her heart filled with extreme tension and fear.

She saw the killing intent in Wu Fan's eyes.

Han Li suddenly turned around, grabbed Liu Yue, and tried to run away.

Wu Fan was quick as lightning. He chased after them, grabbed Han Li by the waistband of his pants, and lifted him up with one hand.

He looked like a mantis shrimp just thrown into a pot of boiling water, desperately flailing and struggling in the air with his hands and feet, appearing both ridiculous and comical.

Wu Fan saw a large goldfish tank nearby. With a casual toss, he threw Han Li into it.

The goldfish tank shattered with a loud crash. Water flowed out, carrying a fishy smell.

Goldfish were scattered everywhere, weakly flopping on the ground, awaiting death.

A cut was sliced into Han Li's cheek by the broken glass, and bright red blood flowed down to his neck, making him look utterly wretched.

He struggled a few times inside the broken tank, trying to get up, but failed.

He felt pain in his backside and his hands, completely unable to exert any strength.

It was a serious fall.

Liu Yue, holding her child, rushed over anxiously. “Han Li, are you alright?”

Wu Fan took a few steps closer, looked at Han Li, and mocked, “Chairman Han, thank you for trapping the dog inside to beat it.”

“You choose yourself: do you want a broken arm or a broken leg?”

Han Li, however, was defiant and cursed viciously, “Wu Fan, if you have the guts, kill me!”

“Oh, you have some backbone.”

Wu Fan raised his hand and delivered a slap to the side of his face that was still relatively clean.

“It's not that easy to die. Since you didn't choose, then you'll get both a broken arm and a broken leg. How about spending the rest of your life suffering in a wheelchair?”

When Liu Yue heard this, she was overcome with fear.

She pulled out her phone, intending to call, but Wu Fan kicked it away.

“Get this straight: I was acting in self-defense. Calling the police is useless.”

Liu Yue watched as Wu Fan approached Han Li step by step, knowing that if this continued, Han Li would truly be crippled.

She immediately knelt down and pleaded, “Wu Fan, for the sake of our past, please spare him. Can we agree that no one pursues responsibility for what happened tonight?”

Deep down, Wu Fan wanted to slap her hard a few times, but he held back.

He didn't want to hit a woman, especially not a woman he had once loved.

After all, she was Yaoyao's mother.

“How about this: you kneel and kowtow three times, and with every kowtow, you say the phrase 'I am a slut.' Then I will spare you both.”

Liu Yue hesitated for a moment, put her son aside, and began to kowtow.

“I am a slut.”

“I am a slut.”

“I am a slut.”

Wu Fan couldn't help but burst into laughter. “Very good. Remember what you just said.”

“Now hurry up and get out of here and open the door.”

Liu Yue scrambled to her feet and staggered toward the door.

Chen Menglin and Wu Yixuan were completely stunned by everything that had just happened.

The two of them didn't understand what grievances existed between them, but it looked like a deep-seated hatred.

Wu Fan's performance was too domineering.

One person taking down a pack of dogs—it was incredible.

Wu Fan clapped his hands, turned around, and smiled slightly at them. “I hope I didn't scare you two?”

Chen Menglin said, her eyes shining, “Brother Fan, you are so amazing.”

Wu Yixuan also flattered him, “Brother Fan, you are the best fighter I have ever seen. So manly!”

Wu Fan took their hands and walked toward the door. “You haven't experienced the truly amazing things about me yet.”

Chen Menglin asked, puzzled, “Brother Fan, what else are you amazing at?”

Wu Yixuan, quick-witted, interjected with a blush, “Menglin, why are you so dense? When a man boasts about being amazing, what else could he be talking about?”

Chen Menglin was about to ask for clarification, but then she instantly understood.

Her face immediately turned completely red.