Chapter 30: 30, Who wants to be sentimental?

“Young Master Chen, no, please don’t! Let’s talk this out…”

“That’s right, our Director Su is quite a catch. Young Master Chen, why don’t you consider getting to know her normally first? Please, don’t be so hasty.”

Seeing Su Mengqing shut her eyes and shed tears, resigned to her fate, Zhang Meili and Yang Tingting were startled and quickly whispered their pleas to Chen Biao.

“Cut the crap. This bitch is dressed so sluttishly, isn’t she just trying to seduce me?”

SLAP!

A glint of madness flashed in Chen Biao’s eyes as he raised his hand and struck Su Mengqing across the face.

“Stop playing dead! Struggle! Struggle for me! I don’t like playing with a lifeless wooden doll!”

“You! Kill me… just kill me!”

Su Mengqing’s cheek was red and swollen from the blow, and she finally broke down. She opened her crimson, tear-filled eyes and let out a heart-wrenching cry. All her self-respect, all her pride, had become a complete joke in front of Lin Fan.

RIP!

Her only response, however, was an enraged Chen Biao tearing through the white stockings beneath her black, hip-hugging skirt. A shocking stretch of smooth, snow-white skin was completely exposed for all to see.

Zhang Meili and Yang Tingting both gasped and flinched, their faces fraught with tension and embarrassment. Intimidated by Chen Biao’s ferocity, they didn’t dare speak up, let alone intervene. Even Su Gang, cowering in the corner, shrank back and shut his eyes, not daring to make a sound.

Meanwhile, the surrounding elites of the Black Tiger Hall swallowed hard, their gazes burning with lust. With her slender waist, perky hips, and stunning curves—combined with her delicate, fair skin and her currently alluring pose—one had to admit this foolish woman who had served herself up was a true top-shelf prize.

“Mr. Chen Biao, once you’ve had your fill, let your brothers have a taste too!”

“Damn, she’s a wild one! I’m definitely going to blow off some steam on her, haha!”

Nearly a hundred large men roared with lewd laughter, their fierce faces twisted with hideous desire.

“Lin Fan! What kind of man are you? Are you just going to stand there and watch Mengqing be humiliated?”

“Lin Fan, you can’t even protect your own wife! You… you’re the most pathetic loser of all!”

As the men closed in with perverse smiles, Zhang Meili and Yang Tingting panicked. In their desperation, they turned and shrieked at Lin Fan, hoping to make him the center of attention so they could escape in the chaos.

“Lin Fan, are you really going to be so heartless? Shouldn’t you be angry?”

Su Mengqing also came to her senses. She strained to lift her head and glared fiercely at Lin Fan. She had already come to completely regret her earlier impulsive actions, but she was still unwilling to show weakness to him. Her only option was to try and provoke him, clinging to a glimmer of hope that she could escape her predicament.

All three of them stared desperately at Lin Fan. Even though they knew that if he made a move, he would almost certainly die on the spot, who could spare a thought for his life now?

“Why should I be angry?”

Lin Fan shook his head, a strange expression on his face. “Su Mengqing, have you all forgotten? I have already severed all ties with your Su Family.”

His gaze shifted to the corner, to the paw of the Doberman. Sure enough, the ruby-studded ring was right there.

“Weren’t you the one who insisted on throwing yourself at Chen Biao? The one who told me not to regret it?” Lin Fan walked toward the corner without a backward glance. “I’m busy. Do whatever you want, and stop being so damn delusional!”

His heartless words and indifferent expression felt like ten thousand steel needles piercing Su Mengqing’s heart. The pain was raw and bloody. She trembled uncontrollably. The fingers clenching the edge of the coffee table turned a ghastly white.

At that moment, she finally tasted what it was like to be completely ignored. The bitterness was absolute, the desolation so profound it led to utter despair.

“Lin Fan, you… how could you be like this… how could you!” Zhang Meili and Yang Tingting were stunned, murmuring in a panic.

The burly men from the Black Tiger Hall who had been waiting for the show were also dumbfounded.

“Brother Dao, is this the unparalleled master you spoke of?” Chen Biao was also taken aback. The madness in his eyes faded, replaced by an expression of utter boredom.

THUMP!

Chen Biao shoved Su Mengqing aside and looked toward the dumbstruck Brother Dao.

“This… this… Mr. Chen Biao, I don’t know what happened either!” Brother Dao was dripping with cold sweat, his face strained as if he were constipated.

Chen Biao’s face darkened, and he fell silent. He had originally planned to break Lin Fan’s composure by publicly humiliating Su Mengqing. Who would have thought that the bastard simply didn’t care? This left Chen Biao extremely annoyed, with the powerless feeling of punching a fistful of cotton.

“WOOF WOOF WOOF!”

Just then, Lin Fan reached the Doberman. The muscular beast barked furiously and lunged, trying to bite him. But Lin Fan simply kicked out, sending the vicious dog flying through the air with an agonized yelp.

THUMP!

The ferocious dog, weighing over a hundred kilograms, slammed heavily onto the ground, twitched, and died.

“A dog that bites shouldn’t be kept around.” Lin Fan shook his head and removed the precious ring from the dog’s paw. He then wiped it clean on his sleeve before sliding it onto his little finger.

The sight made everyone gasp. Su Mengqing and her companions drew a sharp, shocked breath. The hundred or so men of the Black Tiger Hall were all shaken, exchanging looks of disbelief.

Who didn’t know that this black Doberman was Mr. Chen Biao’s darling? He even held a birthday banquet for it every year, causing a sensation throughout Haicheng! But now, Lin Fan had casually kicked it to death?

“Lin Fan! I have to hand it to you. You really have a death wish!”

BOOM!

Chen Biao’s eyes were bloodshot with rage. With one punch, he smashed the tempered glass coffee table! The sound of shattering glass was accompanied by the sharp clicks of more than a hundred firearms being readied.

“Fine! You’re looking for death, so I’ll grant it! Open fire!”

At his command, the black muzzles of a hundred guns pointed straight at Lin Fan. Then, the gunfire erupted. The deafening roar filled the room, and shell casings clattered to the floor like a downpour.

Terrified, Su Mengqing and her companions screamed and scrambled to hide in a corner, huddling together and trembling. Suspended in mid-air, Su Gang shrieked wildly as the boxer shorts he was wearing became soaked through. What made him even more horrified and furious was that the bastard Lin Fan was actually using him as a human shield! A hail of bullets poured toward him, and stray rounds grazed Su Gang until he was covered in wounds. Finally, his head slumped to one side as he fainted from sheer terror.

“Where’d he go? How did he disappear?”

“Hmph, must’ve been blasted into pulp. There isn’t even a scrap left!”

After a long while, the Black Tiger Hall elites stopped firing and carefully scanned the spot where Lin Fan had been standing. As the thick cloud of dust and debris gradually settled, all they saw was the blood-soaked form of Su Gang.

“Had your fun? Now it’s my turn.”

A calm voice suddenly sounded from behind them.

Everyone’s face drained of color, their hearts lurching in their chests. They whipped around to see that Lin Fan had somehow appeared behind them, his hand clamped tightly around Chen Biao’s throat.

THUD.

The bullet-riddled dog corpse fell from his other hand to the floor.

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