228: Chapter 204: [I’ll Block it for You!] 228: Chapter 204: [I’ll Block it for You!] “Pan Jueming, you dare…”
Upon hearing Ye Fan’s expressionless command, Zheng Xun was frightened, and in a rage, stared at Pan Jueming.
Dare not?
“Slap—”
The response to Zheng Xun was a loud slap!
Under Song Ying’s stunned gaze, Pan Jueming slapped Zheng Xun’s cheek with great force.
This strike, although not enhanced with Power and deliberately controlled, still twisted Zheng Xun’s head to the side, split his lip, and left five bright red finger marks on his face.
Blood gushed out, and Zheng Xun could taste the saltiness in his mouth, feeling as if the left side of his face had been scorched by fire, a burning pain throbbing through it.
“Fuck…”
Zheng Xun was enraged, charging at Pan Jueming like an angry lion.
“Whoosh!”
Pan Jueming remained composed, his left hand shaped like a claw, suddenly swung out, and, as if catching sothing from a bag, he firmly seized Zheng Xun’s neck, immobilizing him.
Monts later, Pan Jueming, without pause, forcefully lifted with his left hand and, as if carrying a small chicken, hoisted Zheng Xun into the air.
“Pan…
Pan Jueming, you are dead, I…”
Zheng Xun’s face turned bright red from the struggle as he fought back in fury.
“Slap—”
Pan Jueming gave no further word, and with a backhanded slap, silenced the rest of Zheng Xun’s sentence before it could leave his mouth, followed promptly by another slap with the back of his hand.
“Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap…”
For a mont, the crisp sound of slaps echoed nonstop as Zheng Xun’s head swung back and forth like a drum toy under Pan Jueming’s beating, his face swelling like a stead bun, blood filling his mouth.
“Uh…”
Seeing this scene, Song Ying was utterly stunned.
From the mont she unhesitatingly chose to snuggle into Zheng Xun’s arms, shalessly mocking Pan Jueming in front of Zheng Xun because of the Pan Family’s downfall, she never imagined Zheng Xun getting slapped by Pan Jueming!
Never thought it!
Because.
As she saw it, from the mont the Pan Family was ruined, Pan Jueming had lost the aura of a rich young master!
In her words, from that mont, Pan Jueming and Zheng Xun were no longer from the sa world; even the spit from the Zheng Family could drown Pan Jueming!
And now, Pan Jueming, the down-and-out young master she had abandoned and despised, was slapping Zheng Xun in front of her, as if a father was beating his son.
The shock this scene brought to her was indescribable!
Under the lights.
Her eyes widened, motionlessly watching the spectacle before her, as if she were a statue turned to stone.
If not for the continuous sound of slaps beside her ear, she would even doubt if all this was an illusion!
An illusion?
Not!
Because, she saw, even though Pan Jueming’s hand was continuously slapping Zheng Xun’s face, there was not a trace of excitent or madness on his face!
What was there was a calmness that was alien to her!
It felt like Pan Jueming was hitting soone completely unconnected to him.
“Stop!”
The next mont, just when Zheng Xun was dizzied by Pan Jueming’s slapping, a loud roar suddenly erupted.
Whoosh!
This roar woke Song Ying from her shock; she instinctively turned her head towards the source of the noise, only to see four young n of extraordinary bearing walking out of a private room, furiously heading in this direction.
“You…
you save Zheng Xun!”
Instinct and reason told Song Ying that these four distinguished young n must be mbers of the Hong Ding Club, as Zheng Xun had ntioned, so she imdiately cried out for help.
“Slap—”
At the sa ti, Pan Jueming did not cease because of the sudden roar; he did not even spare a glance at the four n—as long as Ye Fan did not speak, he would not stop!
“I told you to stop, didn’t you hear??”
The lead young man was furious, being the Vice President of the Jiangnan Hall of the Hong Ding Club and a well-known child of high-ranking officials in dong hai.
Everywhere in dong hai he went, he was looked up to.
It could be said, without exaggeration, that at tis his word carried even more weight than the law!
In such circumstances, Pan Jueming’s disregard for his command was more than enough to incite his anger.
“Slap—”
Still ignoring them, Pan Jueming resolutely continued Ye Fan’s orders, delivering another slap to Zheng Xun’s already swollen cheek with a crisp sound.
“Are you fucking looking to die?”
Seeing this, another young man spoke up, even angrier than the lead young man.
It felt like he was the one being hit, not Zheng Xun!
“How dare you strike a mber of the Hong Ding Club, today you’ll either die or be skinned alive!”
The lead young man spoke again, his mory failing to recall any peer who dared to openly beat a mber of the Hong Ding Club like this!
“I don’t know what dogshit the Hong Ding Club is.”
Upon hearing the lead young man pulling rank by ntioning the Hong Ding Club and sensing the four n approaching, Ye Fan slowly turned around, squinting at the angry youths, “If you want to join the fun, I don’t mind accommodating your wishes!”
Whoosh!
Hearing Ye Fan’s arrogant words, and recognizing the familiar face they had seen in photographs, the faces of the four young n changed instantly!
The next mont.
Their advance halted in unison!
It was as if a speeding car suddenly stomped on the brakes, stopping abruptly!
“Huff~”
Two seconds later, the lead young man recovered from his surprise, glared at Ye Fan darkly, and asked coldly, “Ye Fan, what do you an?”
“Slap—”
The response the leading young man received was still the crisp sound of a slap.
“Hiss~”
Upon hearing the sound, the leading young man saw Zheng Xun’s face swollen like a pig’s head and imdiately glared at Pan Jueming, saying, “Your na is Pan Jueming, right?
If you don’t want to vanish from the face of the earth, you’d better stop now.”
“Slap—”
Pan Jueming landed another slap on Zheng Xun’s face, knocking Zheng Xun out cold.
“You motherfucker…”
Seeing this, the previously roaring skinny young man was furious.
In his view, Pan Jueming was challenging the authority of the Hong Ding Club.
“Get out before I change my mind!”
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes as he swept his gaze toward the skinny young man.
The aura of an Innate Martial Artist erupted from him like a volcanic eruption, sweeping toward the four young n like a tidal wave.
The skinny young man instantly clamped his mouth shut.
He felt a tightness in his chest, dryness in his throat, and found his body involuntarily tensing up.
It was as though a knife was placed at his throat; if he dared to utter another word, he’d be negotiating life with the King of Hell!
Not just him, the other three young n also turned pale and their legs went weak from the overwhelming aura emanating from Ye Fan.
“We…
we’re leaving!”
Rembering Ye Fan’s various past deeds, the leading young man ultimately decided not to dance on the blade’s edge any longer, choosing to leave with a face full of frustration, intending to avoid Ye Fan’s sharpness for now.
As his words fell, he gave Ye Fan a deep look and turned to return to the private room.
The remaining three young n, although filled with anger, clamped their mouths tighter than a virgin’s legs in the face of Ye Fan’s deterrence and quickly followed the leading young man out without a word.
“You…
you all…”
Originally, Song Ying thought that the four mbers of the Hong Ding Club together could stop all this, but seeing them scared away by a single sentence from Ye Fan, she was completely dumbfounded.
Then, unable to help herself, she once again turned her gaze to Ye Fan, filled with doubt: Does he not know what the Hong Ding Club ans?
Yes!
With doubts surfacing, Song Ying had a definite answer in her heart.
On one hand, she thought of Ye Fan’s earlier words, “I don’t know what dog shit the Hong Ding Club is,” and on the other, in her view, even if Ye Fan was Ye Wenhao’s illegitimate son, he couldn’t contend with the Hong Ding Club ford by Young Master Bai of the Bai Family, Bai Luo!
Realizing all this, Song Ying trembled and said, “Lord Bai won’t let you off!”
“Jueming, Jin Emperor, let’s go.”
Ignoring Song Ying’s threat, Ye Fan saw that Zheng Xun had completely passed out and spotted the leading young man pulling out his phone, guessing what was about to happen.
“Yes, Mr.
Ye!”
Upon hearing this, Pan Jueming was the first to respond.
Then he let go, and Zheng Xun fell to the ground like a dead dog, senseless.
Without concerning themselves with whether Zheng Xun was dead or alive, Pan Jueming, with a serene expression, and Su Jindi followed Ye Fan toward the private room.
At the sa ti.
The four young n went into the private room, and the leading young man dialed Bai Luo’s number, speaking with a mix of frustration and anger, “Lord Bai, soone is smashing up our Hong Ding Club’s venue!”
“Who?”
On the other end of the phone, Young Master Bai was sowhat surprised.
Ever since he had established the Hong Ding Club, nobody had dared to provoke it.
“Ye Wenhao’s illegitimate son, Ye Fan!”
“Him?” Bai Luo’s pupils constricted sharply, and after pondering for a mont, he asked, “What happened?”
“Just now, Ye Fan ordered Pan Jueming, that lapdog, to wildly slap Zheng Xun at Tan’s Private Restaurant, knocking Zheng Xun unconscious.
We rushed over to intervene, but not only did he not make Pan Jueming stop, he almost took a swing at us!” The mory of that scene made the leading youth feel as if his pride had been trampled, leaving him extrely frustrated.
Hearing the young leader’s explanation, Bai Luo fell silent.
“President, this bastard Ye Fan is clearly challenging our Hong Ding Club.
If we don’t respond, we will beco a laughingstock!” Seeing that Bai Luo didn’t speak, the leading youth subconsciously thought Bai Luo was wary of Ye Wenhao, who was backing Ye Fan, and couldn’t help but speak out.
Bai Luo raised an eyebrow, and after musing for a few seconds, he said, “Stay there, I’m on my way now.”
“Yes, President!” The leading youth’s expression brightened upon hearing this.
“The President is coming over?” The other three youths asked in unison.
The leading youth nodded, sneering, “I want to see if Ye Fan dares to be so arrogant in the presence of Lord Bai!”
Perhaps because the leading youth had been extrely stifled, he spoke quite loudly, and his words were heard crystal clear by Ye Fan, Pan Jueming, and Su Jindi as they passed by.
Among them, Ye Fan’s expression remained unchanged, not even altering the pace of his steps.
Both Su Jindi and Pan Jueming’s faces changed!
As the Great Demon King of the Hanghu Snob Circle, Su Jindi had been exposed to much from a young age.
Not only did he know of the Bai Family, but he had also heard of the fad Young Master Bai Luo of the Bai Family!
If even Su Jindi knew of Bai Luo, then Pan Jueming was certainly no exception.
Although in his view, Ye Fan wouldn’t fear Bai Luo, he couldn’t guarantee whether Ye Fan would completely turn against Bai Luo to protect him, offending the entire Hong Ding Club!
Would he?
A few seconds later, Ye Fan stopped outside the door of a private room nad ‘Jiangnan Hall’.
He turned his head to look at Pan Jueming and said word by word, “Don’t worry, even if the King of Heaven himself ca today, I would shield you.”
Buzz!
Startled by Ye Fan’s words, Pan Jueming’s ears rang, his blood instantly boiled, and his scalp tingled!
Under the lights, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he wanted to say sothing to Ye Fan, but his mind went blank, and he couldn’t utter a word for a long ti.
“Let’s go have dinner,” Ye Fan said, patting Pan Jueming’s shoulder lightly.
“Mr.
Ye, since they are all your friends, I’ll not intrude,” Pan Jueming managed to adjust his emotions but was still sowhat choked up, his head shaking like a tambourine.
“Alright then.”
After spending so ti together, Ye Fan had co to understand Pan Jueming’s temperant and thus didn’t insist, entering the room with Su Jindi.
Seeing this, Pan Jueming stepped aside, crouched down on the ground, leaned against the wall, and tremblingly pulled out a cigarette.
He lit one and took a deep draw.
One puff, two puffs, three puffs…
He smoked quickly, his right hand trembling incessantly.
Once the cigarette was spent, Pan Jueming’s eyes were bloodshot as he tossed away the butt and suddenly straightened up!
…
…(To be continued.
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