Chapter 35: 35. One person dominates the entire field!

“Who the hell are you to come here spouting nonsense and messing with my men’s morale?”

Seeing this, Chen Heihu was stunned. With a fierce kick, he sent Brother Zhilong tumbling to the ground.

There was no helping it. Black Tiger Hall was a massive force with numerous disciples, and as the Hall Master, he couldn’t possibly remember everyone.

“Lord Hu, it’s me, Zhilong! I’m usually the one leading the boys to keep the peace on the commercial pedestrian street!” Brother Zhilong endured the pain, scrambling forward to grab Chen Heihu’s pant leg.

“Lord Hu, he really is one of ours,” one of the Black Tiger Hall elites said, his expression changing after taking a closer look at Brother Zhilong. He leaned in and whispered to Chen Heihu.

What? He’s really from Black Tiger Hall? Chen Heihu’s eyes flew wide open, his heart sinking. Damn it, when did my Black Tiger Hall start recruiting such garbage?

“Hmph! Even if you are one of us, you don’t get to run your mouth in front of me!” Chen Heihu snapped, raising his foot again to kick the terrified Brother Zhilong away.

“No, no, I’m not making things up! I rushed here to deliver a message!” Brother Zhilong trembled, on the verge of tears.

“It was him! It was Lin Fan!” he shouted, his voice shaking as he clenched his teeth and pointed at Lin Fan.

“He went to Jucaili Pawnshop to stir up trouble, saying he was going to Black Tiger Building to find Mr. Chen Biao!

“I had a bad feeling, so I called Brother Dao… but I was still uneasy, so I followed him.

“And then… I saw our men lying all over the ground. Even Mr. Chen Biao and Brother Dao… they… they died horrible, horrible deaths!”

The room fell deathly silent for an instant before exploding into chaos.

Yuan Ruohai and the others were dumbfounded. Yuan Tao’s body trembled as he stared at Lin Fan in disbelief. The underworld bosses exchanged skeptical glances, while Mrs. Xue’s mouth fell open in shock.

Only Yuan Youwei’s bright eyes lit up fiercely once again as she quietly let out a long sigh of relief.

I knew it. I absolutely knew it. It must have been Lin Fan who wiped out Black Tiger Hall’s main base! As long as Black Tiger Hall’s strength is crippled, Chen Heihu won’t be able to make any more trouble. In fact, he’ll have to watch his back for other underworld forces looking to swallow his territory!

Lin Fan, are you the noble benefactor heaven sent me…? In that moment, Yuan Youwei felt a wave of relief, and she could no longer suppress the smile playing on her delicate lips. Her gaze, as it rested on Lin Fan, was filled with tenderness and profound gratitude.

My choice was right. It was all worth it, no matter the pressure, no matter the gossip! Mr. Yuan Sr. can be saved, and so can the Yuan family!

“No, impossible! Absolutely impossible! I left hundreds of my best men in Black Tiger Building! How could they all be dead!”

At that moment, the stupefied Chen Heihu jolted awake with a hysterical roar. Shocked and enraged, he fumbled for his phone and frantically dialed Chen Biao’s private number.

One second, two seconds, three seconds… A full half a minute passed. Still, no one picked up.

Something’s wrong. Something has gone terribly wrong!

Chen Heihu’s pupils constricted. Steeling himself, he clenched his teeth and dialed Brother Dao’s number. After a long wait, that call also went unanswered.

BOOM!

Chen Heihu’s face went white as a sheet, and a bomb seemed to go off in his head. His large, formidable body trembled violently. He gripped his phone, glaring at Lin Fan in utter disbelief. His tiger-like eyes turned bloodshot, glowing with a murderous light as if he wanted to eat the man alive.

“It was you! You did this! Lin Fan! I’ll fucking annihilate your entire family as a funeral offering for Chen Biao and the others!”

“I’m afraid you can’t do that,” Lin Fan said indifferently, shaking his head. “If you dare cause a scene before my mother’s memorial tablet, I don’t mind sending you down for a father-son reunion.”

His icy voice echoed like thunder through the hall.

Everyone gasped, their faces changing color. Yuan Ruohai’s eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets. The underworld bosses and their men drew sharp breaths, their expressions like they had just seen a ghost.

How is this possible? How could a single man take down Haicheng’s number one underworld force all by himself? The very thought was enough to make one’s skin crawl!

Instantly, a chill ran down everyone’s spines, and a strange sense of regret began to bubble up. It was supposed to be them, the many, against him, the one. Yet, standing before that unyielding, mountain-like figure, they had the absurd feeling that they were the ones who were cornered.

CRACK! CRACK!

In the next moment, the sound of Chen Heihu’s cracking knuckles filled the air as he teetered on the edge of losing control.

“Everyone, attack! Whoever kills Lin Fan, I, Chen Heihu, will give them half of Black Tiger Hall’s territory!”

His hysterical roar resounded through the hall, but even after ten long seconds, there was no response.

The underworld bosses glanced at each other. The flicker of interest in their eyes was replaced by a look of tacit understanding. No one is stupid enough to go head-to-head with a tough nut like Lin Fan. Besides, Black Tiger Hall is already finished… why wait for Chen Heihu to hand over his territory? Can’t we just seize it all for ourselves?

“You… you cowardly bastards! I, Chen Heihu, am ashamed to have ever called you my brothers!” Chen Heihu’s face turned utterly foul, and he was practically bursting with rage. He glanced at his own underlings, only to see them shrinking back in fear, not daring to make a sound.

Chen Heihu was on the verge of madness. He wanted to charge at Lin Fan and fight to the death, but he was truly terrified of his power. All he could do was rage impotently, roaring and screaming.

“Are you going to fight or not?” Lin Fan’s voice cut through the air, laced with impatience as he slowly scanned the varied expressions in the crowd. “If not, then go pay respects to my mother and get the hell out!”

The atmosphere became incredibly strange and awkward.

“This…”

The faces of the underworld bosses burned with shame, and they remained silent. The members of the Yuan family exchanged glances and discreetly shuffled a few steps away from Yuan Ruohai.

No one could have predicted this. This obscure young man, Lin Fan, was the real powerhouse! He suppressed all of Haicheng’s underworld forces by himself! How utterly dominant! How brazen and arrogant! No wonder Yuan Youwei fought desperately to protect him. It turns out Lin Fan was the Second Young Miss’s greatest trump card all along!

“Don’t be fooled by Lin Fan! He’s nothing but a cold, ruthless, inhuman beast!”

Just then, a voice filled with resentment echoed from the doorway. Following it, a bruised and swollen Su Mengqing and Yang Tingting appeared, leading a large group of distinguished-looking individuals in at a brisk pace.

“Su Mengqing, what are you doing here? You’re not worthy to pay respects to my mother!” Lin Fan’s gaze hardened as he saw them.

He recognized the newcomers. Among them were Mr. Wang Sr. from the Haicheng Pharmaceutical Association and Mr. Huang Sr., Haicheng’s real estate magnate. The others were also prominent figures in the city.

Adding them to Chen Heihu and the supposedly dead Mr. Yuan Sr., it meant that almost all of Haicheng’s four great titans, along with a host of top power players, had now arrived.

Lin Fan scanned their unfriendly faces, his jaw muscles tensing. “If you’ve come to pay respects to my mother, I, Lin Fan, will be deeply grateful,” he said in a low voice. “But if anyone is here to make trouble, then don’t blame me for being merciless!”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep