The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 104: Just Two Pieces of Trash

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Just Two Pieces of Trash

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Thunderclap Palm and Bone Separation Hand are completely different.

Bone Separation Hand focuses largely on dislocating the opponent’s joints, causing them to lose their combat power.

Thunderclap Palm, on the other hand, is about striking with immensely brutal strength, resulting in devastating damage.

Zhang Fan held nothing back, Zhang Zhongliang, where was he a relative? His actions were simply more detestable than those of an enemy.

Zhang Fan still remembered when he had a persistent high fever, his whole body burning hot, and his father carried him to Zhang Zhongliang’s house, but the other party just closed the door tightly and coldly said they wouldn’t speak if there was no money.

In the end, it was the neighbors next door from whom they borrowed money to go to the hospital. Such behavior, what kind of uncle could do that? It was even worse than what a neighborly villager who had lived there for several years would do.

"Damn it, who do you think you are, meddling in my family’s property," Zhang Fan said coldly, without a shred of pity. Such a person, one could only say he was despicable.

Qi Fang, seeing Zhang Zhongliang lying on the ground crying and wailing, hurried over, her face twisted with a crying tone as she roared, "You beast, to beat your own uncle to this state, what kind of person did Zhang Dongyang raise?"

Qi Fang was filled with shock and fury, her hatred deep-seated. Her eyes were bloodshot like those of a wild beast as she glared at Zhang Fan.

"Heh," Zhang Fan chuckled coldly, crossing his arms and looking at Qi Fang as he said, "Try cursing one more time."

Qi Fang was about to rush up and fight Zhang Fan to the death, but recalling Zhang Zhongliang being sent flying by Zhang Fan and catching his cold gaze, she couldn’t help but feel afraid. However, it was just this fear that fueled her anger even more. She stood up, crying out, "Everyone, come and see, there’s been a murder."

The miserable voice immediately attracted a crowd over.

The neighbors gathered around.

"Oh, Zhang Zhongliang, how did you end up being beaten like this?" Some people began to take delight in his misfortune, knowing full well what kind of a person Zhang Zhongliang was.

For years, he had only thought about how to bully the Zhang Dongyang family. The young Zhang Fan, the one-armed Zhang Dongyang, damn it, no one would do such a thing, and moreover, they were relatives, blood relatives.

"Heh, trying to sell someone’s house, how shameless can you be? When Old Master Zhang died, the property was divided, and the honest Zhang Dongyang only took one dilapidated house. Now, shamelessly wanting to share in the money, I really don’t know how the Zhang Family could produce such scum."

An old woman supported herself with a walking stick as she approached, each word punctuated with a heavy thump of her stick, her teeth clenched as if she faced a hateful enemy.

Qi Fang was stunned; the one being beaten was her own husband. By rights, she was supposed to be the underdog, so how come these people couldn’t distinguish right from wrong, speaking up for that bastard Zhang Fan?

An old man also shuffled forward, looking at Qi Fang and her husband with disdain and said, "If I were you, I’d find a hole to crawl into, so ashamed. Are you planning to showcase that shameless face to others?"

"Grandpa Yu, Granny Wang." Zhang Fan looked at the two elders speaking up for him, his face breaking into a brilliant smile.

"Little Fan, well done! Don’t treat him like your uncle, hit him hard, damn it, they even brought people to bully us at our door? Do they really think our Zhang Family compound is defenseless?" Grandpa Yu said with indignation.

"Exactly, don’t show them any respect, damn it, as an uncle, he couldn’t even cough up a thousand yuan when his own nephew was sick. I really don’t know if this can still be called family," a bald uncle joined in, cursing as soon as he opened his mouth.

Zhang Fan, looking at this uncle, couldn’t help but feel his eyes moisten. Back then, it was he who had lent the money to his father; otherwise, he might have not made it.

Yang Yun pouted and said, "I don’t care how you family members fight, but I’ve taken a liking to this house. Hurry up and hand over the deed, I have plenty of money."

Yang Yun was getting impatient.

Zhang Fan turned around, looking even more annoyed at this aggressor, and pointing to the business card behind him, he yelled, "Pick up your trash and roll, I’m not selling the house."

Yang Yun’s face instantly turned an iron shade of blue. After all, he was the CEO of Wanxiong Group, and some brat dared to talk to him like that. Immediately, he told his two bodyguards, "Teach this kid a severe lesson, or he won’t know who he can’t afford to mess with."

The two bodyguards, upon hearing the order, immediately moved towards Zhang Fan.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Grandpa Yu immediately roared.

"If someone bullies the people of our Zhang Family hamlet, every living soul come over!" Old Madam Wang roared, wielding her cane.

Suddenly, more than a dozen people around immediately grabbed hoes and kitchen knives and surrounded them.

Zhang Fan watched this scene, deeply moved. Distant relatives are not as good as near neighbors, indeed so.

"Grandpas, grandmas, uncles, and aunts, rest assured, these two pieces of trash can’t trouble me," Zhang Fan said, a bit worried the villagers might come to harm, and promptly began to intervene.

Yang Yun’s nose was out of joint with rage. His carefully selected bodyguards were trash?

He turned around, pointing at the crowd behind him and said, "If you dare touch me, believe it or not, I’ll have your houses torn down."

"Smack!"

Yang Yun hadn’t finished speaking when Old Master Yu directly took off his shoe and threw it at him, hitting him squarely in the face without deviating.

Yang Yun was stunned for a moment, looking at the muddy shoe that fell by his feet, his expression twisted into a ferocious sneer in an instant.

"Beat this old man to death for me," Yang Yun pointed at Old Master Yu and shrieked hysterically.

As the boss of Wanxiong Group, when had he ever been hit in the face with a shoe?

"Damn, really think you’re the Jade Emperor or something?" Zhang Fan was furious, and immediately stepped forward with the Butterfly Dance Step, reaching Yang Yun’s side in an instant. With a deep breath, the Thunderclap Palm erupted.

Zhang Fan raised his hand and landed a slap straight on Yang Yun’s face.

Instantly, an incredibly crisp sound rang out.

"Smack!"

Yang Yun only felt a buzzing in his head. His body tilted and he fell to the ground, his face now swollen high, his teeth knocked out and spraying from his mouth.

"Good, well hit!"

The surrounding villagers immediately cheered.

Yang Yun’s two bodyguards were dumbfounded. Damn it, was this kid a ghost? He was clearly right in front of them, when did he move to the boss’s side?

And he hit the boss, oh God, now they were in big trouble.

Without thinking, the two bodyguards lunged straight at Zhang Fan with their muscular arms, which looked as intimidating as tree roots.

"Brother, watch your back!" Zhang Xiaoyuan, standing by the door, quickly shouted out.

Zhang Fan turned around, looking at the two men charging at him, and said coldly, "Just two pieces of trash."

The two bodyguards were suddenly enraged. Trash? Alright, let’s see if they don’t beat you to death.

As they lunged, Zhang Fan raised his hand.

Thunderclap Palm, once again unleashed.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Two towering figures were sent flying by the impact, slamming heavily against the wall and then tumbling to the ground.