The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 105: Come Home with Me, Be Good

Thunderclap Palm, two consecutive strikes.

With the incredibly swift pace of the Butterfly Dance Step, Zhang Fan took only a moment to reach the two men in front of him before swiftly delivering two strikes.

It would be more accurate to say that he ’chopped’, for his palms were like blades, capable of cleaving four stacked green bricks, directly causing the ribcage of the two bodyguards to shatter.

"Aaahhh!"

The excruciating pain on their bodies made the two bodyguards howl in agony on the ground.

They had never imagined that they would be brought down by a high school student, and so quickly at that.

"Little Fan is so formidable."

Old Master Yu and Granny Wang applauded and cried out, followed soon by exclamations of amazement from the others.

Zhang Fan could be said to have grown up before their eyes. Although they knew he often went running with Zhang Dongyang, they were nonetheless shocked that he could bring down two burly men over one meter eighty-five tall.

With her face full of disbelief, Qi Fang’s mouth hung open, at a loss for words.

"To call you trash would be to overestimate you. You can’t even handle a single move and you dare to work as bodyguards," Zhang Fan said coldly before his gaze fell on Yang Yun, who was gradually standing up.

"Pick up the trash and roll, or else, you’ll end up like them," Zhang Fan said slowly.

Yang Yun, swaying his head and spitting out a mouthful of blood, suddenly looked up, his gaze fixing on Zhang Fan, his expression savage: "Kid, let me tell you, you’re in big trouble now. Just you wait."

Yang Yun pulled out his phone, still incredibly arrogant: "Xu Yan, get over here now, I’ve run into trouble here."

Xu Yan? Hearing this name, Zhang Fan was immediately delighted. Why was it that today of all days he kept running into this guy?

Thinking of Xu Yan’s expression upon seeing him, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but smile malevolently.

"Laughing your ass off? Just you wait, for daring to hit me, you’re dead today," Yang Yun cursed back immediately.

Zhang Fan chuckled, then walked up to Yang Yun, raising his hand and delivering a slap.

"Let’s see who dies first," Zhang Fan retorted with another slap to the face.

"Well struck!" The cheers continued unabated.

Stunned by these two slaps, Yang Yun had just lifted his head when Zhang Fan’s hand struck him again.

"Smack!"

The sound of slaps rose and fell in succession, forming a delightful symphony.

"Stop, kid, stop," Yang Yun pleaded, his mouth oozing fresh blood, feeling as if his head had turned into mush. His numb and swollen cheeks made it nearly impossible for him to open his eyes.

Zhang Fan didn’t stop, he tauntingly said with a light chuckle, "Weren’t you the one who wanted to kill me? How could I be so foolish to stop? No way!"

"Smack!"

Only when his wrist began to numb did Zhang Fan finally kick Yang Yun down, the damned fool, bringing forced buying and selling to his own head.

Ignoring Yang Yun who was lying on the ground, Zhang Fan turned around and approached Zhang Zhongliang.

This time, Qi Fang panicked. As she watched Zhang Fan, who seemed like a Killing God, she clung to Zhang Zhongliang, constantly backing away.

Zhang Fan coldly looked at Zhang Zhongliang, who was screaming miserably, and pulled out his card from his pocket, tossing it out: "There’s over three hundred thousand in there. Take it and scram. Don’t ever show up in front of me again, or else, I’ll beat you every time I see you."

Qi Fang looked at the bank card on the ground, her eyes nearly popping out.

Over three hundred thousand? How could that be? How could this little punk just throw out over three hundred thousand like that?

"You didn’t trick me, did you?" Qi Fang looked up, asking incredulously.

"The password’s 197355. Don’t come to disgust me again," Zhang Fan said.

He really didn’t want to see this couple, Zhang Zhongliang and his wife. Dammit, utterly revolting.

Qi Fang took the bank card with skepticism and said, "If there’s no money, I’ll come for you."

Zhang Fan took a deep breath. If it weren’t for the desire to keep the greedy couple away from his home, he wouldn’t have given away so much money for nothing. Dammit, they even had the nerve to come back to him.

"Get lost!" Zhang Fan burst out shouting.

Qi Fang, supporting Zhang Zhongliang, hurriedly left, and even Zhang Zhongliang, who was in great pain, seemed cheerful at the moment.

Over three hundred thousand yuan, if you had to move bricks for it, how many years would that take?

The neighboring villagers said with heartfelt pain, "Xiao Fan, how could you give them so much money? Think about how they’ve treated your family all these years."

"Over three hundred thousand yuan! How could you give it to those two bastards."

"Ah, Xiao Fan’s heart is still so kind," sighed Old Master Yu.

Zhang Fan laughed it off: "Thank you to all the grandpas, grandmas, uncles, and aunties. Tomorrow, I’ll have my dad visit you. Over the years, we’ve been grateful for your care."

It was just over three hundred thousand yuan. He currently had more than ten million yuan on him, and that was just for now.

Zhang Fan already had an idea. When his dad came back, he would discuss giving each of the villagers who had helped their family a few tens of thousands of yuan.

"Xu Yan, aren’t you coming yet? I’m about to die here." Yang Yun secretly took out his phone and called Xu Yan.

"I’m on my way," Xu Yan replied hastily.

Zhang Fan chuckled, then walked over to Yang Yun, squatted down, and said, "Yo, still daring to call for help, huh?"

Yang Yun shuddered, dropped his phone, and quickly said, "No, I was asking a friend to take me away."

Yang Yun’s heart harbored thoughts of killing Zhang Fan, but now that even his bodyguards had been beaten, if he dared to talk back, he’d definitely get beaten up again.

He had experienced Zhang Fan’s stubborn temper; anyone else would have already knelt down in his place. Dammit, why did he have to act tough in front of a high school student, as if the student could know about Wanxiong Group.

A few minutes later, Xu Yan rushed over with five or six men.

He was in the middle of a meal when he received the call and came rushing over immediately.

For heaven’s sake, why did Yang Yun come here without any issues?

Seeing Yang Yun lying on the ground in agony, Xu Yan instantly panicked, especially at the sight of that completely disfigured pig-head face. Xu Yan’s teeth clenched tight as he suddenly burst out shouting, "Who did this?"

Leaning against the wall, Zhang Fan raised his head, looked at Xu Yan, and chuckled, "I did."

Xu Yan, seeing Zhang Fan’s face with that mischievous smile, felt his calves shake, almost collapsing to the ground.

Damn, why does he keep running into this little Demon King today? Fuck, the Starlight Hotel, Flying Dragon Street, and now here—is this kid really his nemesis?

Upon hearing Xu Yan’s voice, Yang Yun quickly raised his head, scrambled up from the ground, and pointing at Zhang Fan with trembling fingers, he burst out shouting, "Xu Yan, look how he beat me up."

Seeing Zhang Fan’s mocking gaze, Xu Yan felt his heart trembling.

Fuck, arrest this guy? The damn State Security Department folks would go insane—this was their teacher, after all.

"Old Yang, let’s go home. Be a good boy," Xu Yan said.