Chapter 277: It’s Over, It’s Over

Chapter 277: Chapter 277: It’s Over, It’s Over

Dong Shaojie chuckled, planting a foot on Wu Qiang’s back.

"Even a few of my men were no match for you. I’d like to see if you have what it takes to beat a master at the peak of Inner Strength. Dapeng, you must cripple this brat today."

"Don’t worry, Young Master Dong. Leave it to me. This skinny monkey is no match for me!"

The brawny man beside Dong Shaojie had already risen to his feet.

Jiang Fan snorted, his eyes bloodshot.

"Fan, get out of here! These guys aren’t ordinary people! You’re no match for them!" Wu Qiang cried out.

"Don’t worry, Qiang!"

"Dong Shaojie, last night I was going to give you a chance. You had a path to heaven but refused to take it, and now you’ve come knocking on hell’s door. Don’t blame me for what happens next!"

"A million for whoever cripples this kid’s hands first!" Dong Shaojie commanded.

The three men sitting in the distance were already itching for a fight. The moment they heard Dong Shaojie’s offer, they rushed toward Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan sneered. In his eyes, the movements of the three charging men seemed to unfold in slow motion.

’Is this the effect of yesterday’s Centennial Ganoderma?’ Jiang Fan thought. Not only did their movements seem slow, but he could even predict their actions.

That must have been why dealing with the tattooed man this morning felt so effortless.

The sensation hadn’t been as distinct this morning, but now, with three men charging him at once, Jiang Fan felt it with overwhelming intensity.

In less than eight seconds, before Dong Shaojie and the man named Dapeng could even react, the three henchmen were lying motionless on the ground.

"How is that possible? They’re all External Strength experts!" Dong Shaojie shot up from his seat in disbelief.

At that, Dapeng shot Jiang Fan a venomous glare and charged.

In Jiang Fan’s perception, although the man named Dapeng was much faster than the previous three, his movements still appeared to be in slow motion.

"You don’t know your own limits!" Jiang Fan snorted.

Dapeng threw a punch straight at Jiang Fan’s face, but it hit nothing but air.

Jiang Fan dodged to the side, slammed a fist into Dapeng’s face, and followed up with a brutal kick to his stomach.

THWACK!

With a tremendous crash, Dapeng’s body flew backward, slamming into the room’s coffee table, which shattered on impact.

Dapeng, so arrogant just moments ago, was now sprawled across the wreckage of the table, passed out cold just like the other three—it was impossible to tell if he was dead or alive.

"Impossible... absolutely impossible! Dapeng is a master at the peak of Inner Strength! How could he be defeated so easily?"

"Hmph!"

Without another word, Jiang Fan flashed forward, his body moving like a phantom until he was right in front of Dong Shaojie in the blink of an eye.

Before Dong Shaojie could even react, Jiang Fan had him completely restrained.

"What do you think you’re doing? I’m the Patriarch of the Dong Family now! If you don’t want to die, you’ll—ARGH...!"

Dong Shaojie’s words were cut short by a scream like a pig being slaughtered. His foot was twisted at an unnatural angle, and his body, unable to support his weight, collapsed, forcing him to his knees.

"If I recall correctly, this is the same foot you used to step on my friend, isn’t it?"

"Jiang Fan, you bastard! I’ll kill you!"

"I don’t know if I’m going to die, but I do know that right now, your life is in my hands." Jiang Fan followed up with another punch, slamming it directly into Dong Shaojie’s stomach.

Dong Shaojie’s face contorted in a ferocious grimace as he flew two meters through the air, landing in a heap on the floor in front of the sofa. His head came to rest right next to the unconscious Dapeng’s.

"Qiang, how are you feeling?"

Jiang Fan went to Wu Qiang, hastily untied him, and helped him onto the sofa.

Wu Qiang took a few ragged breaths, slumping onto the sofa and wincing in pain.

"I’m okay. Not dead yet!"

"Damn, Fan, when did you get so badass? Taking on so many guys by yourself!"

"What was I supposed to do? You looked like you were about to die!"

"Hahaha! This delivery boy’s body is built like a tank. A few hits are nothing. Next time, don’t try to be a hero. When I tell you to run, you run! Don’t come here to get yourself killed."

Jiang Fan gave a bitter smile. "Qiang, what the hell are you talking about? You’re only in this mess because of me. If I’d run, would I even be human?"

Wu Qiang chuckled and tried to push himself up.

"We should get out of here. This guy’s reinforcements will be here any minute."

"Leave? You... not a single one of you is getting away!" Dong Shaojie gasped, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph," Jiang Fan sneered.

Just then, a flurry of hurried footsteps sounded from outside the room.

Moments later, a dozen or two men swarmed into the room.

The man in the lead wore a black suit and had a stern, square-jawed face.

"Who’s causing trouble in our Great Wall Clubhouse?" the square-jawed man demanded, his cold gaze sweeping across the room.

’Judging by their uniforms, which look like the ones the greeters at the entrance wear, they must be clubhouse security.’

The square-jawed leader’s eyes scanned the room. When he saw Dong Shaojie, his expression changed dramatically. "Young Master Dong!" he said in a panic. "Who did this to you?"

"Manager... Manager Zhou," Dong Shaojie said with great difficulty. "What the hell am I paying you for? Is this the best security the Great Wall Clubhouse has to offer?"

Manager Zhou’s square-jawed face turned grim. He turned to Jiang Fan and said coldly, "Sir, since you’ve injured someone in our Great Wall Clubhouse, I’m afraid you won’t be leaving so easily."

"Not leaving so easily? Who said I was planning on leaving just yet?"

Jiang Fan let out a cold laugh. In a flash, he was in front of Dong Shaojie again.

"ARGH...!"

Another scream like a pig being slaughtered tore through the air. One of Dong Shaojie’s fingers was bent back and broken, and his entire arm went limp, dangling uselessly over the sofa.

"You..."

Manager Zhou was incandescent with rage. "You dare attack someone right in front of us? And Young Master Dong, no less! Do you have no regard for the Great Wall Clubhouse or the Dong Family?"

As he spoke, Manager Zhou yelled into the walkie-talkie on his chest.

Immediately, even more people flooded in from outside the room, followed by the sound of a steady stream of approaching footsteps.

"We’re done for, we’re done for!"

Wu Qiang slumped back on the sofa in despair.

"Fan, you were too impulsive! I don’t think we’re getting out of this now."

Jiang Fan frowned. He hadn’t intended to let Dong Shaojie off so easily, but he also hadn’t expected a place like the Great Wall Clubhouse to have this much security.

A quick glance told him there were at least forty or fifty guards behind Manager Zhou. ’I’m not afraid of them,’ he thought, ’but it looks like I’m in for a tough fight.’

At that thought, Jiang Fan’s resolve hardened, and he positioned himself in front of Wu Qiang.