169: Chapter 169 Inescapable Punishment

The two words 'Execute them' rang out like a thunderclap on flat ground, exploding in front of the desolate and abandoned warehouse.

There was not much emotion in those two words; on the contrary, they were as calm as if stating the simplest of facts.

But combined with the Grandmaster Level pressure Lin Fan released without reservation, every word felt like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into the hearts of Zhao Wujing and the others.

The air seemed to solidify, and the atmosphere became incredibly awkward; these rich second-generation brats were used to being arrogant and domineering, and ordinary people would always dodge out of their way upon seeing them.

This had once led them to develop extreme self-confidence, feeling as though the whole world should act as their dogs.

Now, suddenly hearing Lin Fan's questioning voice and being locked onto by the substantive killing intent of a Grandmaster.

The second-generation brats, who had originally been arrogant and insufferably conceited, were now like quails with their necks pinched, their faces pale as paper, and their bodies trembling violently and uncontrollably.

Drip, drip.

A burst of awkward dripping sounds suddenly rang out.

Looking at Zhao Wujing, the red-haired youth kneeling at the very front, a large area of his crotch quickly soaked through, and a foul stench of urine permeated the air.

This eldest young master of the Zhao family, who usually walked sideways in Kyoto, had actually been scared into wetting his pants!

"Don't... don't kill me!"

Zhao Wujing no longer had any of his earlier airs; the fear of death had completely shattered his psychological defenses. He tremblingly raised his head, snot and tears covering his face, trying to grasp at the last straw of hope:

"My... my dad is Army Commander Zhao! I am a direct descendant of the Zhao family! My uncle is the Dean of Student Affairs at Kyoto Martial Arts University! You can't kill me! If you kill me, you won't survive either!"

"My dad is having a meeting at the nearby military district! If you dare to touch a single hair on my head, you won't be able to bear the wrath of the Zhao family!"

"Slap!"

An incredibly crisp sound of a slap instantly interrupted Zhao Wujing's 'daddy-calling' chant.

Lin Fan did not use spiritual power for this slap, relying purely on physical strength, but even so, it sent Zhao Wujing spinning in place like a top, one side of his face instantly swelling up like a steamed bun, and several blood-stained teeth flew right out.

"Noisy."

Lin Fan slowly retracted his hand, took out a wet wipe from his pocket, and wiped his palm with disgust, as if he had just touched something dirty.

"I don't care who your dad is; even if it were the King of Heaven himself, anyone who breaks into a military restricted zone must follow the rules."

Lin Fan turned slightly, extended a finger, and pointed to a crooked, dilapidated wooden sign next to the collapsed large iron gate.

That was the sign he had kicked straight when he got out of the car earlier.

By the strong light of the car headlights, everyone finally saw clearly that on the wooden sign, which was covered in dust and bird droppings, four paint-chipped characters were vaguely written.

[No Unauthorized Personnel].

And in the bottom right corner, there was a line of small, almost illegible text: [Military Restricted Area, Trespassers Bear the Consequences].

"See that?"

Lin Fan's voice was as cold as a blade, "Although this sign is a bit broken, you can still read the words, right? Since you can read, how dare you bring so many people, drive high-powered illegally modified vehicles to charge a military base, and even intend to attack an active-duty officer."

"According to wartime regulations, I have the right to execute you on the spot and report it later."

As Lin Fan spoke, he raised his hand again; in his palm, a cluster of pale gold flames flickered in and out of existence, emitting a heart-palpitating high temperature.

That was the S-Rank Divine Ember Flame!

Feeling the terrifying heatwave that seemed capable of burning the soul, Zhao Wujing and the others fell into complete despair.

They could feel that the madman in front of them would truly dare to kill! In the eyes of a Grandmaster Level powerhouse, they, these so-called scions of noble families, were no different from ants on the side of the road!

"Spare us! Spare our lives, Chief!"

"We didn't know this was a restricted area! We were just here to practice driving!"

"Wuwuwu... I don't want to die, I just bought a new bag..."

This was no longer a time of peace; in this era of high martial arts, military chiefs were all people who had killed their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Although the second-generation brats were dissolute, they still had some discernment.

The group of second-generation brats broke down in tears, their heads banging against the gravel-covered ground with thuds, their foreheads a bloody mess.

The driver, Xiao Wang, standing not far away, was stunned.

As a retired elite soldier from the Central Guard Regiment, he had often endured the arrogance of these dissolute brats, but due to his status, he had to swallow his anger.

At this moment, seeing this group of lawless second-generation brats being subdued by Consultant Lin and even scared into wetting their pants, he felt so satisfied; it was even more refreshing than drinking iced cola during the dog days of summer!

"Is this the method of Consultant Lin? It's too domineering!" Xiao Wang looked at Lin Fan's upright back, his eyes full of admiration.

Seeing that the timing was about right, Lin Fan slowly extinguished the flames in his palm.

He had never intended to actually kill anyone in the first place.

Having just arrived in Kyoto, establishing authority was fine, but if he really slaughtered the children of these dozen powerful families, although the General Ye Canglan would back him up, the subsequent trouble would definitely be endless, and more importantly...

Dead people cannot create value.

"However..."

Lin Fan changed his tone, a hint of playfulness added to his originally cold voice, "Considering that this is your first offense, and you are still young and don't understand the rules, this death penalty can be waived."

Hearing the four words 'death penalty waived', Zhao Wujing and the others were like drowning people grasping at a piece of driftwood, gasping for air, their eyes bursting with the wild joy of surviving a disaster.

However, before they could even finish letting out that breath, Lin Fan's next words made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Although the death penalty is waived, living punishment is unavoidable."

Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, like a landlord inspecting his land, his gaze sweeping over the maglev sports cars parked nearby.

"According to the 'Military Restricted Area Management Regulations,' article I don't know which, any vehicle used to charge a restricted area is considered a tool of the crime and must be seized and confiscated."

"So..."

Lin Fan pointed to the five stylish, expensive-looking sports cars, the corners of his mouth curling into a 'nuclear-kind' smile.

"Leave the cars, and you can get lost."

What?

As soon as these words were spoken, the second-generation brats wailed in unison; it was even more painful than killing them.

You have to know, these cars were not ordinary sports cars; each one was a limited edition tuned by top modification masters. Just that one fusion engine alone was worth a fortune, not to mention the expensive rare metal coating on the car bodies.

For this group of second-generation brats who loved racing, these cars were their lifeblood and the capital they used to show off in their circles!

"No... no way!"

The internet-famous beauty who was hugging Zhao Wujing's arm screamed subconsciously, "This Phantom S7 is a birthday gift from Young Master Zhao, and it's a limited edition! Why should I give it to you? Do you know how much this car is worth? Even if you sold yourself, you couldn't afford to pay for it!"

Hearing this, Zhao Wujing wished he could turn around and slap this stupid woman.

Didn't she see that the man was a Grandmaster? Didn't she see that he had even pulled out an official military red-headed document?

Talking about money at a time like this? Protecting one's life was the most important thing right now!

Sure enough.

Hearing this, Lin Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Boom!

A pressure even more terrifying than before descended like Mount Tai, accurately focusing on that pink Phantom S7.

Crack, crack!