The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 93 - 0: Country Bumpkin?

Zhang Fan didn’t continue to tease Ye Yanran, but instead waited until the Invisibility Potion wore off before slowly emerging from behind the villa.

As soon as he appeared, Ye Yanran ran over.

"How did you manage to beat Yuan Xiao up like that?" Ye Yanran asked with great curiosity.

Zhang Fan looked at Ye Yanran and couldn’t help but laugh. The tigress’s courage was actually so small.

"No comment!" Zhang Fan said with a mysterious smile and walked towards Ye Xuan.

Kidding, could he really tell others about the Invisibility Potion?

Ye Yanran’s eyes shone brightly as she stepped forward and wrapped her arm around Zhang Fan’s, saying, "No, you have to tell me, so the next time Yuan Xiao comes, I can beat him into this state too."

Hmph, this bastard, he must have some tricks up his sleeve. As she thought of the formidable appearance of Zhang Fan’s father, Ye Yanran’s eyes sparkled anew.

That immensely solid killing aura, that incredibly strong power. Thinking of this, Ye Yanran couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer and asked in Zhang Fan’s ear, "Just who exactly is your dad?"

Zhang Fan just shrugged: "He’s just my dad."

Zhang Fan also remembered the way his dad moved when he fought, and he too had his doubts, resolving to ask for clarity when he got home.

At that moment, at the villa’s entrance, a black BMW stopped at the gate and honked its horn.

"The master is back," Uncle Fu said softly, and with feet as fast as flying, he made his way to the gate and swiftly opened it.

"Uncle Fu!" Ye Jingtian walked in with exuberance through the gate and asked, "Is Yanran really cured?"

Uncle Fu smiled faintly: "She should be soon, Doctor Gao has examined the young miss, and her body has already recovered to its normal state."

"That’s great, fantastic, take me to meet that expert," Ye Jingtian exclaimed excitedly, his glasses on the verge of falling off his face several times.

"Uncle Ye, wait for me," a voice called out, as a very handsome young man slowly called.

"Come in, make yourself at home," Ye Jingtian said, then eagerly looked over at Ye Yanran not far away.

"Dad!"

Ye Yanran and Ye Xuan both trotted over.

"Oh, after hearing the good news about your mother, I rushed back immediately. Tell me, are you truly better?" Ye Jingtian asked with excitement, grabbing Ye Yanran’s hand with concern.

"Mhm, I’m all better, I can even practice the Thunderclap Palm Uncle Fu taught me," Ye Yanran nodded and smiled.

"Hahaha, good, good," Ye Jingtian clapped his hands, crying out with joy, and then his gaze moved to Gao Yuan, who was giving Yuan Xiao acupuncture, and he quickly walked over.

"Doctor Gao, I can’t thank you enough, I really don’t know what to say," Ye Jingtian said with boundless excitement.

"Hahaha, my dad thinks Doctor Gao is the one who cured my sister," Ye Xuan said, laughing joyfully while holding onto Zhang Fan’s arm.

All those present laughed.

However, at that moment, Qiu Yixuan, with a thunderous expression, walked over. His eyes landed on the hand Ye Xuan held, and his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Xuanxuan, who is this guy?" Qiu Yixuan pointed at Zhang Fan and demanded to know.

Ye Xuan quickly turned around, asking in surprise, "You are?"

"Xuanxuan, don’t you remember me? I’m your brother Yixuan," Qiu Yixuan said with a face full of hurt, looking as terrible as he felt.

"Ah? How could I have forgotten!" Ye Xuan’s eyes darted around as she thought hard for a long while but still couldn’t recall who the person before her was.

However, it was Ye Yanran whose eyes flickered, whispering, "Is it that little Xuanzi who I beat up until his nose was blue and face swollen?"

Qiu Yixuan quickly nodded and said, "Yanran has a better memory indeed."

However, Qiu Yixuan’s eyes instantly fell on Zhang Fan, and as he looked at Zhang Fan’s incredibly cheap street stall clothes, he couldn’t help but frown, "Who is this guy?"

Ye Yanran rolled her eyes and said, "Don’t know him."

Upon hearing Ye Yanran’s words, Qiu Yixuan’s expression immediately turned stern, and he pointed at Zhang Fan and shouted, "What rural bumpkin do we have here? Is the Ye Family a place you can just enter, roll out of here!"

Zhang Fan found this amusing, "Damn, where did this idiot spring from? The future father-in-law hasn’t even spoken yet, and this guy starts blabbering."

But seeing the other party’s gritted teeth, Zhang Fan also instantly understood, "Wow, so he’s a suitor of Ye Xuan."

"Roll out, you say? Want me to teach you how to spell that word?" Zhang Fan’s mouth twitched up as he looked at Qiu Yixuan, who was half a head taller than him.

Zhang Fan was feeling vexed at that moment; damn it, how come every random person is taller than him? No good, it seems he needed to nourish himself more and grow a bit; otherwise, it’d be somewhat embarrassing to walk around with Ye Xuan in the future.

Qiu Yixuan got mad, rolled up his sleeves, and said with a smirk, "Heh, I am a taekwondo black belt. No one dares to talk to me like that."

Zhang Fan laughed. A black belt? Taekwondo? Is that impressive?

"Keep your voice down, boy," Uncle Fu couldn’t bear to watch anymore. Yuan Xiao, a martial arts expert, got beaten to a pulp, unconscious and swollen, a taekwondo black belt counts for nothing. Yuan Xiao could fight ten of those types.

Qiu Yixuan’s eyes glared coldly at Uncle Fu, "Do you, a mere doorkeeper, know what rules are?"

Immediately, the eyes of Ye Xuan, Ye Yanran, and Ye Jingtian from a distance turned icy cold.

Zhang Fan was also taken aback, "Damn, this guy really has balls, talking to Uncle Fu like that."

Kidding me, both Qin Shuang and Ye Jingtian had to respectfully address him as Uncle Fu, and this guy, what, did he get his head caught in a door?

"A black belt expert, huh? Let me have the honor then," Zhang Fan said as he stepped forward. He wanted to test the mettle of his Thunderclap Palm.

Yuan Xiao wasn’t a suitable test subject, but this man, on the other hand, seemed to be a good candidate for a trial.

"You think you’re worthy?" Qiu Yixuan looked down disdainfully at Zhang Fan, who was half a head shorter than him, took off his suit, and tossed it arrogantly onto the ground with a flick of his fingers.

Watching this ostentatious display, Zhang Fan couldn’t help himself and immediately rushed forward, coordinating with his breathing technique to powerfully use his entire right arm.

"You trash, I can beat ten of..." Qiu Yixuan sneered, but before he could finish his sentence, Zhang Fan’s palm had already struck.

Thunderclap Palm!

Undoubtedly, and at one hundred and twenty percent of his strength.

"Crack!"

The sound of bone crackling was followed by a cry of agony that filled the sky.

"Impressed by the black belt?" Zhang Fan looked at Qiu Yixuan, who was thrown two meters away, feeling quite shocked himself at the power of the Thunderclap Palm.

At the entrance, a fat man came shivering over, "What’s happening, Brother Ye?"

Qin Shuang came over with a cold expression on her face.

"Qiu Shaoqian, take your son and get out. You dare to insult a benefactor of the Ye Family and Uncle Fu; from now on, forget about doing business with our families," said Ye Yanran, whose temper was even more explosive at that moment, her tone domineering.

Qiu Shaoqian was shocked, blankly looking at Qiu Yixuan who was wailing on the ground, and suddenly filled with anger, he raised his leg and kicked, "Damn you for causing trouble, apologize to me."

"What, just because I insulted some rural bumpkin and a servant, is that worth all this fuss?" Qiu Yixuan cried out unwillingly.

"Rural bumpkin? Xiao Fan helped Yanran with her illness, he is a benefactor to our Ye Family, and you dare to call him a rural bumpkin?" Qin Shuang’s face was covered with frost.