80 Hurry! Let’s leave!

Chen Fan who rushed to the door, directed his fury at the young man who was in his late teens who popped his head into the window like a pangolin searching for food.

"Are you f**king tired of living?" Chen Fan shouted when he rushed up and punched the guy in his back.

Thud!

A sound of victory was heard as a bad person was defeated.

The young man in the jacket didn't even let out a sound. Instead, he fell to the ground and curled himself up and his mouth opened and closed at regular intervals like a carp on shore.

Nearby, three gloomy looking men with curly hair who were leaned up against the wall in a corner were looking towards this direction. When they saw what Chen Fan did, they spat out their cigarettes immediately and ran towards Chen Fan while pointing at him. They shouted a bunch of unintelligible words.

The three men who had muscular bodies each took out a Yengisar knife. A man who ran up to him was about to reach out and grab Chen Fan's collar. All of a sudden, a shadow appeared and Chen Fan drew out the black Kun Wu dagger from his waist at the speed of lightning and pointed it at his opponent's neck. The man muttered something strange and while he shifted his neck, he slashed towards Chen Fan's chest with his knife in his hand. Chen Fan was startled because he really did not expect the man to be so daring as the man resisted when there was a dagger pointed at his neck.

"Be careful!" Wu Ruoyu who ran up front screamed to alert Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's body moved slightly.

Swish!

The gleaming Kun Wu dagger was like a firefly that moved in a split-second.

Clang!

The well-made Yengisar knife broke in half due to the slash by Chen Fan using the Kun Wu dagger. However, the dagger's attack continued and the tip of the blade sliced open the man's goatskin, leaving a piece of the bloody broken blade that splashed on the Banyan tree next to them. No screams were heard except for the sound of blood splashing.

The two aggressive men had a look on their faces as if they had suddenly seen a green fitted shirt with an 'S' printed on it after they saw Chen Fan being grabbed by the collar.

"Ah...Ka" Their courage just now had disappeared, not even enough to fill the tip of a needle. All of them stared straight at Chen Fan's dagger as if they had Alzheimer's disease.

Actually, the Yengisar knife that was made from traditional craftsmanship used good quality steel that was carefully selected by the craftsman. As a result, its texture was sharp and great. Craftsmen inspected the standard of a qualified knife by using it to cut an iron bar. If the iron was sliced cleanly in half and the blade did not crack on the edges, then their reputation wouldn't be ruined.

The man who had a long gash on his chest stood up with a strong urge to live, like a cockroach. Then, he stumbled off with his hands clutching his chest. Chen Fan ran to catch up with him and gave a flying kick without any hesitation.

The man was truly somebody who worked out at the gym. As he got up to his feet immediately after being kicked by Chen Fan, he disappeared in the blink of an eye into the shadows and was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground and a few blotches of blood on Chen Fan's clothes.

The remaining two men clenched their teeth and exchanged glances and both of them felt as if their eyeballs were about to burst. Using teamwork to carry the man who lay motionless on the ground, they ran away with a 'woosh' before Chen Fan turned back.

"Were you hurt?" Wu Ruoyu trotted over to Chen Fan after she had calmed down from the extreme shock.

"No!" Chen Fan put the dagger that had no traces of blood back into the scabbard and quickly opened the car door to brush off the shattered glass.

"Get in quickly and let's leave, or are you waiting for the police to come?"

"Ah" Wu Ruoyu was startled by Chen Fan's loud voice and got into the front seat hurriedly.

"I never expected to meet a few lunatics today who would dare to break my car's window in public." Chen Fan clenched his fist in anger. "How could my car window be smashed by a group of thugs? I've never even put a scratch on it before."

"By the way, why do you have a dagger with you? Are you afraid that those guys from the breakfast shop will seek revenge?" Wu Ruoyu asked with curiosity while staring at Chen Fan's back, "Weren't you bragging that you threw them into the sea?"

"What if they swam up to shore?" Chen Fan was too lazy to explain why he kept a dagger with him, so he simply answered Wu Ruoyu.

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Chen Fan was considered quite lucky as there was no sign of the police even after he reached Bolan Gardens. After sending off Wu Ruoyu, Chen Fan crouched in the garage and stared, heart-aching, at his car with a missing window.

"Boss, why was your car window smashed?" Wang Bing walked out of the guest room, and said in a pitying tone, "It must be because you are driving without attending proper driving lessons."

"Bullshit!" Chen Fan got up and pointed to the spots of blood on his body. "It was smashed by several daring robbers when I was having my meal. They even dared to stab me with a knife when I rushed out. Fortunately, I was quite skilled in fighting, so they were slashed by me instead."

"So insane!" Wang Bing widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Yup, if I wasn't that insane, it would have been me who was being cut tonight."

"How could you let him go then?" Wang Bing said with a grim expression. "You should have held him back and made him pay for the loss. You should have demanded 10 RMB from him every time he smashed a piece of glass. By the way, how did you cut that man down? Was the cut deep?"

"It should be quite deep. I made such a long cut on his chest," Chen Fan replied while estimating the length of the cut with his hand.

"If that's the case, he'll have to go to the hospital. Let's wait at the hospital nearby tonight and give him two more extra cuts when we see him."

"Don't we have enough trouble on our hands already?" Chen Fan glanced at Wang Bing and said, "Drive it to the factory tomorrow and get the window replaced."

Sigh... Wang Bing gently touched the 'injured' BMW with a sad face as if the hammer did not hit the car, but his wife's face.

Back in the bedroom, Chen Fan was still filled with sorrow as he lay on his bed. If it was possible, he would even bear the hit of the hammer on his BMW.

Ring…

At this moment, Chen Fan's cell phone rang.