Chapter 34: 34. Who would dare to touch her?

“I’d like to see who dares to make a move!”

At these words, a look of alarm crossed Yuan Youwei’s face. She and Mrs. Xue rushed to block the entrance to the hall. However, they were intercepted by grinning minions from the various factions, who blocked their path.

“What’s there to be afraid of? It’s just an outsider.”

“Exactly! Why should our Yuan family hold a funeral for an outsider? What terrible luck!”

“Only the old master deserves such honors! Who the hell is Lin Suxin?”

Seeing that the situation was decided and Yuan Youwei’s defeat was certain, many members of the Yuan family stepped forward and began to taunt her sarcastically. Some even approached Yuan Ruohai with sycophantic smiles.

“Dad, I don’t want to be the successor! I just want to be a useless bum who eats and waits for death!”

Just then, the stunned Yuan Tao finally snapped out of it, his face etched with anxiety. He strode up to Yuan Ruohai and shouted in grief and indignation, “In terms of skill, strategy, and character, Second Sister is the most capable! Even Grandpa praised her! Without her, the Yuan family will fall apart!”

As soon as he finished, Chen Heihu and the others burst out laughing.

SLAP!

Yuan Ruohai’s face flushed red with fury. He viciously slapped Yuan Tao across the face. “You worthless wretch! Once I become the Family Head, won’t you be the one to take over after I’m gone?”

“Yuan Ruohai! If you continue this madness, I will sever our father-son relationship!” Yuan Tao exploded in anger. He clutched the red handprint on his cheek and yelled defiantly. Fuming, he stalked over to stand beside Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue, making his position clear.

“You’re making me furious! Absolutely furious! Fine! I’ll have you locked up first, along with Yuan Youwei and the others!” Yuan Ruohai’s breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving violently with rage. At his command, several expressionless Yuan family bodyguards emerged from the corners and advanced on the three of them.

Many more from the Yuan family scrambled toward the memorial hall, ready to wreak havoc and put on a good show for the new Family Head.

“Second Miss, Mrs. Xue, Third Young Master, my apologies,” one of the bodyguards said coldly, reaching a hand toward Yuan Youwei’s shoulder.

“I’d like to see who dares touch her today.”

SWISH!

An indifferent voice sounded from outside the hall, followed instantly by a flash of silver light. It shot forward and buried itself in the bodyguard’s palm, blasting open a bloody hole deep enough to reveal bone.

“Ah… Ah! My hand! My hand!”

The bodyguard stared in shock, his face turning deathly pale. He staggered back, clutching his mangled hand and letting out a series of squeals like a stuck pig.

The sudden turn of events left Yuan Ruohai dumbfounded. The other members of the Yuan family grew anxious and uncertain. The faces of Chen Heihu and the other underworld bosses, who had been enjoying the show, changed dramatically. They all shot to their feet, their eyes locked on the entrance.

“Miss, it’s Lin Fan! Lin Fan is here!” Mrs. Xue’s eyes widened with a mixture of shock and joy.

But what’s the use in him coming now? He’ll only get dragged into this mess.

Yuan Youwei, however, couldn’t feel any happiness as she watched the tall figure at the door.

The situation is hopeless; there’s no chance of turning things around. I don’t even dare reveal the truth that Grandpa faked his death! If Yuan Ruohai, Chen Heihu, and the others find out, Grandpa will surely be killed!

“Lin Fan! You’re the one who crippled Daozi’s hand!”

Holding a black plastic bag, Lin Fan pushed past several Yuan family members. He walked step-by-step from the memorial hall into the side hall. His eyes were like ice, and a palpable murderous aura swirled around him. A faint, pungent smell of blood clung to his clothes.

The minions blocking the doorway felt their eyes twitch and their hearts pound inexplicably. None of them dared to stop him. They subconsciously parted, clearing a wide path.

At this sight, Chen Heihu’s expression turned hideous. He pointed at Lin Fan and bellowed, “You killed one of my Black Tiger Hall brothers and ruined my plans, yet you still have the gall to show your face?!”

“Yes, I did it,” Lin Fan said, his gaze hardening. “So, you’re the boss of the Black Cat Hall, Chen Black Cat?”

I actually arrived some time ago and have been watching from the shadows. If Yuan Youwei and the other two hadn’t been consistently trying to stop the Yuan family’s chaos, I certainly wouldn’t have stepped in to solve their problems for them.

“Haha, what an arrogant little punk! I haven’t even come to settle the score with you, yet you dare to come here and pull the tiger’s whiskers?” Chen Heihu was momentarily stunned before flying into a rage, his face twisting in fury.

It’s been years since anyone dared to provoke me, Lord Hu. The grass on the graves of those who did is already overgrown!

“Lin Fan, I know you’re skilled, but so what? What can one man do alone?” Chen Heihu sneered, clenching his fists as a savage light filled his eyes.

HISS…!!

The surrounding Yuan family members paled and scrambled to get away, intimidated into silence by Chen Heihu’s overwhelming ferocity.

“Let me tell you, my Black Tiger Hall has thirty thousand disciples, and every single one is a ruthless, bloodthirsty killer!” Chen Heihu noted the crowd’s reaction and proudly lifted his bearded chin. “If you don’t want to end up as scattered ashes, you’ll get on your knees right now and beg for mercy until I, Lord Hu, am satisfied!”

“…Have you not gotten the news yet?” Lin Fan asked, looking at him as if he were an idiot. “From now on, there’s no such thing as the damn Black Tiger Hall in Haicheng.”

He shook his head and wagged a finger. “I went to retrieve my mother’s relic and, while I was at it, I leveled the Black Tiger Hall’s headquarters.”

His indifferent voice wasn’t loud, but it struck the ears of everyone present like a clap of thunder on a clear day.

What? He single-handedly destroyed the Black Tiger Building?

The hall fell silent for a moment, then erupted in roaring laughter. Chen Heihu placed his hands on his hips and laughed manically. The other underworld bosses and their lackeys bent over, howling with laughter. Even Yuan Ruohai and his faction sneered, looking at Lin Fan as if he were already a dead man.

What a colossal joke! Daring to brag like that right in front of Lord Hu? He was courting death!

Has Lin Fan lost his mind? What on earth is he talking about… Mrs. Xue stared blankly, then gritted her teeth in frustration, mentally rolling her eyes at him. I thought he might work a miracle, turn the tide. But it turns out he’s all talk, just a nonstop braggart?

“No, he wouldn’t lie,” Yuan Youwei said, her beautiful eyes shining as her heart filled with a deep sweetness.

That infuriating man! On the surface, he acts so cold and clueless, but in reality, he secretly went to the Black Tiger Hall’s headquarters and eliminated the Yuan family’s greatest threat! Hmph, he must have done it for me, Yuan Youwei! This has to be his way of repaying me for arranging his mother’s funeral!

“Miss! This is hardly the time! How can you…!!” Seeing Yuan Youwei gazing at Lin Fan with an infatuated look, Mrs. Xue’s lips twitched, and she was left speechless.

Just a moment ago, you were worried, saying his arrival was useless. Now he makes one boast, and you’re suddenly smitten and full of admiration? A mind clouded by love is truly a terrifying thing… it makes people lose all sense!

“Lord Hu, leave this brat to us at Bright Moon Villa! We’ll beat him so badly he’ll be seeing red!”

“Our Divine Blade Sect is also willing to lend a hand!”

“This is hilarious! We at the Bamboo Union love tough-talkers like him. We’ll make him wish for death but deny him even that!”

Just then, the laughter died down. The underworld bosses’ smiles vanished, replaced by looks of displeasure as they sized up Lin Fan.

This kid isn’t even flinching. He hasn’t pissed his pants in fear? Shit, did he really think we all came out in force just to pay respects at his mother’s funeral?

Amid the rising clamor, the minions outside got the message and began to circle Lin Fan with menacing grins.

“Good. Since everyone is so eager, I, Chen Heihu, thank you for your generosity!” Chen Heihu nodded, his expression incredibly grim. He raised a hand, and the dozen or so Black Tiger Hall elites behind him tensed, ready to move.

For a moment, the atmosphere grew heavy. The temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing. Yuan Ruohai and the others quickly retreated to a corner, while Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue watched Lin Fan with tight, worried expressions.

“Relax,” Lin Fan said, shaking his head and giving the two women a reassuring look. “They’re just a bunch of pests.”

He turned back to the crowd, his eyes turning glacial as he tightened his grip on a bundle of silver needles.

These people dare to cause a scene at a funeral? Then they’ll all pay. It’s time to continue the slaughter.

“Lord Hu! Lord Hu, terrible news! Our Black Tiger Building has been wiped out!”

THUD!

A bloody, disheveled figure burst in from outside, instantly shattering the tense standoff. He collapsed to his knees before Chen Heihu, trembling as he let out a miserable wail. “They’re all dead! Everyone’s dead! Even Mr. Chen Biao… he, he… Aaaahhh!!”

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of Lin Fan, who stood just a few steps away. Cold sweat poured down Brother Zhilong’s bald head as he pointed a horrified finger at him, looking as though he had just seen a ghost.

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