Chapter 330: The Fox Assuming the Tiger’s Might

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: The Fox Assuming the Tiger’s Might

"We’ll figure out the student enrollment issue later. For now, let’s solve the problem at hand," Jiang Fan said gravely. "Qian’Er, go back and treat your wound. You don’t want it to leave a scar. And please, reassure the Director and the others. I’ll take care of everything."

"Okay, Jiang. Please, be careful!" Li Qian’Er said before heading toward the Grand Orphanage.

Jiang Fan glanced around. The construction crew had already methodically resumed their work, completely unfazed by the earlier farce.

"Junyue, what’s the construction timeline for the new academic building and dormitories?" Jiang Fan asked.

Jun Yue said, "The current plan is to finish in about a month. Because we’re in a hurry to have the kids move in, we’ve opted for the simplest concrete interior finish to make sure they can."

"Good!" Jiang Fan nodded.

Jiang Fan, however, was already considering another issue. ’Of course,’ he thought, ’I’ll have to keep this to myself for now. I can’t tell Jun Yue yet.’

Just as he was thinking this, the shrill blare of a car horn suddenly pierced the air.

In an instant, seven or eight vans had pulled up, led by a BMW SUV.

From a distance, Jiang Fan could see a head stick out of the van behind the BMW SUV. It was the same gangster who had been shouting earlier.

The gangster pointed at Jiang Fan and yelled, "Boys, that’s the bastard! Get him! Avenge Yang and knock his teeth out!"

Jiang Fan gave a wry smile. ’This gangster is a textbook example of a coward hiding behind someone else’s power. He was all groveling and begging for mercy a minute ago, and now look at him.’

To Jiang Fan, guys like this were even more despicable than a hardened brawler like the burly, bearded man from before.

In an instant, a flood of forty or fifty men poured out of the vans. Unlike the previous group, these men all wore black suits and looked well-trained.

And instead of clubs, this group was armed with machetes.

Jun Yue’s heart sank at the sight.

"We’re done for. I told you not to mess with the Yutong Group! I said you should call the police, but it’s too late now!"

Jun Yue looked at the approaching thugs, her face etched with worry. "Jiang Fan, run! Go hide in the orphanage! I’ll handle this!"

"Don’t worry, Junyue," Jiang Fan reassured her.

With that, he strode forward to meet them.

Just then, the door of the BMW SUV opened and a man in glasses stepped out.

The moment he saw the man, Jiang Fan couldn’t help but frown.

"You?"

Jiang Fan never expected it. The man who stepped out of the BMW SUV was Tang Mengtao—the same guy in the glasses and collared shirt he’d run into yesterday at Kangqiao Water County, the one who had been harassing Li Muwan.

Tang Mengtao recognized Jiang Fan as well and immediately gritted his teeth.

But a moment later, he burst out laughing.

"Well, well. I was going to waste time and effort looking for you, but you’ve just delivered yourself to my doorstep. You really have a death wish, don’t you? I was planning on digging up some dirt on you, but it looks like that won’t be necessary."

As he spoke, the gangster hurried over to Tang Mengtao’s side.

"Tao, that’s the guy! Not only did he hurt Yang, but he’s also claiming he’s going to take over our Yutong Group’s land! He said even if you showed up, he wouldn’t give a damn! He said... he said you’re a piece of shit!"

"Fuck! He really said that?" Tang Mengtao’s face burned with rage.

Jiang Fan couldn’t help but chuckle grimly. ’This gangster is a real fucking snake, deliberately fanning the flames in front of Tang Mengtao.’

Not that he cared about the gangster’s lies. After all, he didn’t think much of Tang Mengtao to begin with.

"It’s the absolute truth, Tao! I told him you’re the general manager of the Yutong Group, but the bastard just blew us off completely."

"Shit! Kid, your name’s Jiang Fan, right? Don’t think you’re safe just because Jia had your back yesterday. Today, I’m going to make you kneel and beg."

"Heh..." Jiang Fan just laughed and shook his head, a mocking look on his face.

"Tang Mengtao, is it? I was wondering what kind of outfit this Yutong Group was, trying to stop our construction. Turns out you’re all just a bunch of vermin."

"Cut the crap, you bastard! You’re asking to die!" the gangster yelled, raising his machete as he stepped forward.

Jiang Fan let out a long sigh and glanced at Jun Yue.

"Junyue, get back. I don’t want you getting hurt."

Jun Yue’s brow was furrowed with worry as she stared at Jiang Fan, not moving to retreat an inch.

But Jiang Fan patted her arm and said calmly, "Don’t worry. I’ll be fine."

"Be careful. Hold on, I’ll call for backup right now." Jun Yue hesitated for a moment before finally taking a few steps back.

"Boys, get him! I want him on his knees before me!"

At that, Tang Mengtao waved his hand forward.

At his command, the thugs charged at Jiang Fan.

The men at the front swung their gleaming machetes straight for Jiang Fan’s head. It was clear they had no intention of letting him live.

Jiang Fan frowned and dodged in a blur of motion.

A moment later, two or three of the men were already lying on the ground.

A swarm of thugs descended on Jiang Fan.

Twisting and turning, Jiang Fan evaded several direct attacks.

But he wasn’t stupid. ’Taking all these guys out would be a complete waste of energy.’

With that thought, his eyes darted toward the gangster and Tang Mengtao.

"Fucking useless! There are so many of you and you can’t even touch him!" Tang Mengtao snarled when he saw Jiang Fan dodge another attack.

Jiang Fan shot forward in a single bound, closing the distance before anyone could react.

In the next instant, a phantom-like figure appeared before the gangster.

The gangster, terrified, raised his machete. But before he could swing, a fist slammed viciously into his face.

Jiang Fan had held nothing back. The punch sent a spray of blood flying as the gangster’s face instantly caved in. He collapsed to the ground and began to twitch.

And somehow, the machete that had been in the gangster’s hand was now in Jiang Fan’s.

The next moment, the gleaming blade of the machete was pressed against Tang Mengtao’s neck.

Staring at the half-dead gangster twitching on the ground, Tang Mengtao was completely stunned. By the time he processed what had happened, he felt the cold steel of the blade against his own neck.

At this point, everyone was stunned. Even the construction crew from a short distance away had gathered to watch.

"Damn it, what are you all paid for?!" Tang Mengtao roared.

Two of the thugs started to rush forward, but Jiang Fan simply applied a bit of pressure, and a thin line of blood appeared on Tang Mengtao’s neck.

"Stay back! Don’t you dare come any closer!"