"How dare you! Release Mr. Chen Biao at once!"
"Lin Fan, do you want your entire family exterminated? Don’t think you can walk out of the Black Tiger Building alive just because you’re a skilled fighter!"
"Do you have any idea what you’re doing? There are over three thousand of our brothers in this building!"
Seeing Chen Biao captured, the elites of the Black Tiger Hall panicked. Surprised and furious, they hurled threats at Lin Fan. anwhile, a pale and trembling Brother Dao frantically called for reinforcents.
"Wipe out my family?" Lin Fan’s expression darkened as he tightened his grip.
CRACK!
Instantly, a series of cracking sounds ca from Chen Biao’s neck as his feet kicked wildly in the air. His handso, smirking face turned a livid color, his expression filled with utter despair and defiance!
"Stop! Stop right now, or I’ll kill your wife!"
Everyone was frantic, terrified Lin Fan would strangle Chen Biao to death. Thinking fast, one of the n grabbed Su ngqing by the hair and pressed a gun to her forehead.
"Go ahead. I have nothing to do with her anymore. Do as you please," Lin Fan said, shaking his head. With a fierce swing, he slapped Chen Biao across the face!
"You! You!" the man stamred, stunned. He instinctively slapped Su ngqing across the face in retaliation.
"Let go of ! Let go! What does Lin Fan hitting your boss have to do with !" Su ngqing scread, on the verge of hysterics as she struggled desperately.
"I don’t care! For every ti Lin Fan hits Mr. Chen Biao, I’ll hit you!" the man shouted ferociously, gritting his teeth.
"Fine, then let’s see who suffers more." Lin Fan found this laughable. He raised his hand and slapped Chen Biao again.
SMACK!
"You like celebrating a dog’s birthday?"
SMACK!
"You like putting my mother’s things on a dog’s paws?"
SMACK!
"You like murdering people at the drop of a hat?"
Three consecutive slaps left Chen Biao bleeding from his mouth and nose, his body convulsing violently.
What a colossal humiliation! This was the greatest sha he, Haicheng’s Black Prince, had ever suffered in his life!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Unwilling to be outdone, the man imdiately retaliated, slapping Su ngqing fiercely across the face.
"You! Are you stupid? Are you insane?" Su ngqing sobbed, her voice breaking into a shriek. "Can’t you see? Lin Fan doesn’t care about anymore! He doesn’t care whether I live or die!"
"I don’t care! However Lin Fan treats Mr. Chen Biao, that’s how I’ll treat you!" the Black Tiger Hall elite stubbornly yelled.
The others exchanged uneasy glances, their faces pale.
Dammit, if this keeps up, Mr. Chen Biao is the one who’s going to suffer! No matter how they tornted Su ngqing, Lin Fan clearly didn’t give a damn. They couldn’t win. They just couldn’t win!
"Lin Fan! I advise you to release Mr. Chen Biao. If you do, you might be allowed to die with your body intact!" Just then, Brother Dao mustered his courage and pointed at Lin Fan, shouting, "There are hundreds of n gathered outside right now. If you dare harm a single hair on Mr. Chen Biao’s head, you won’t escape this place alive!"
Sure enough, as soon as Brother Dao finished speaking, a loud thumping began at the locked door, as if countless hands were frantically pounding on it from the other side.
"I, Lin Fan, have no quarrel with the Black Tiger Hall. It was you who repeatedly crossed my bottom line." Seeing this, Lin Fan laughed, a sound devoid of humor and full of fury. He spoke, enunciating each word. "Since that’s the case, then today... I have no choice but to wipe out the Black Tiger Hall!"
He tossed aside Chen Biao, who lay unconscious like a dead dog. A fierce light glead in Lin Fan’s eyes!
In a flash, his movents beca a blur. All anyone could see was a shower of silver light bursting forth like a sudden storm—a rain of death.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Countless slender silver needles shot out, becoming reaping blades that relentlessly pierced and tore through one throat after another!
THUD! THUD!
In the blink of an eye, the room filled with screams of alarm as bodies dropped to the floor. The ground was stained red with blood, and its tallic stench perated the air. It was a scene straight out of hell!
GASP...!
Su ngqing was stunned. Zhang ili and Yang Tingting huddled together in terror. The three of them stared, their faces etched with the terror of soone who had just seen a ghost.
Is... is this the sa Lin Fan who never fought back when hit, never talked back when scolded? In just a few monts, he had killed nearly a hundred elite mbers of the Black Tiger Hall! He was cold, rciless, and utterly ruthless!
Recalling how they had treated Lin Fan in the past, the three won exchanged glances. Their faces were ashen, their hearts pounding in their throats.
"Lin Fan! You’re a maniac! A demon!" Scared witless, Brother Dao finally shuddered violently as if waking from a nightmare. He stumbled backward, pointing a trembling finger at Lin Fan and letting out a hysterical shriek.
"I’m not killing you because I want you to watch the Black Tiger Hall fall with your own eyes," Lin Fan said, his face expressionless. He ignored Brother Dao and turned toward the closed door.
CRASH!
The locked door was finally smashed open from the outside, and a dense crowd surged in like a tide!
"No! Don’t co in! Run!" Face etched with despair, Brother Dao scread at the newcors, his voice cracking.
He was filled with utter and complete regret. Zhilong had called earlier, telling Mr. Chen Biao to run for his life, but Brother Dao had hesitated, trying to use their superior numbers to kill Lin Fan and wipe away their earlier sha. Now, he saw it was nothing but a foolish fantasy. It was far too late for regrets. It was all over.
Just then, the terrifying shower of silver light flashed from Lin Fan’s hand once more.
THUD! THUD!
There was no suspense. They didn’t even have ti to scream. The countless figures rushing forward all crumpled to the ground, their bodies almost completely blocking the corridor.
Brother Dao collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face.
Mr. Chen Biao, who had just co to, watched with eyes that looked ready to split with rage!
Gone. It was all gone. The elites the Black Tiger Hall had spent years carefully cultivating had been wiped out by Lin Fan in a single stroke!
"AH... AHH!! Lin Fan! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!" Losing all control, Chen Biao lay on the ground and roared with defiance, his eyes bloodshot.
However, the tall figure remained unmoved. Stepping over the corpses and blood, he strode out the door like an emotionless God of Killing!
"Ah!"
"Shoot! Everybody shoot!"
"rcy, please, have rcy!"
Screams and pleas echoed from down the hallway, but they soon faded into a dead silence.
Brother Dao slumped to the ground, picked up a handgun, and pressed it to his temple.
The Black Tiger Hall was annihilated by Lin Fan, and Mr. Chen Biao’s death was certain. There was no way he himself could survive. Even if Lin Fan didn’t kill him, Chen Heihu would surely make him accompany his son in death later!
BANG!
"Mr. Chen Biao, we were wrong... we were all wrong..." Brother Dao muttered, his head lolling to the side as his pupils gradually dilated. "We never should have provoked... Lin... Fan..."
"No, impossible! I am the Black Prince of Haicheng! How could I lose to Lin Fan? Hahahaha, HAHAHAHA!" Seeing this, Chen Biao devolved into a madman, laughing and crying as he furiously pounded the ground.
Just then, Lin Fan strode back into the room, his body radiating a murderous aura. He stopped before Chen Biao. "Alright, everyone outside has been dealt with. Now, it’s your turn."
"Lin Fan, you can’t kill Young Master Chen!"
Before Lin Fan could make his move, Su ngqing’s face went pale. She rushed forward to shield Chen Biao.
"If you kill him, our Su Family won’t survive either!" Veins bulged on her pale neck as she glared at Lin Fan and scread, "If you want to kill him, you’ll have to kill , Su ngqing, first!"
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