The people around looked at Ding Fan with sympathy.
Baldie was notoriously ruthless on the black market. It was said that Baldie used to be a soldier who spent several years overseas as a rcenary after being discharged. He was soone who had truly killed people. Moreover, his ruthlessness made him a person few would dare to provoke in the black market.
Ding Fan looked frail in comparison, and to everyone else, offending Baldie ant he was in for a beating.
"We'll give you money, we don't want any trouble," Mu Zi suddenly stood up and said to Baldie.
They had co to this black market to find the Soul Gathering Herb to save i Li's life. Mu Zi could tell that if they started a fight here, Ding Fan would cause a scene, and then there would be no point in looking for the Soul Gathering Herb.
That was why Mu Zi was ready to offer so money to resolve this matter quickly.
"Now you realize you don't want trouble, fuck!" Baldie squinted at Mu Zi up and down. "Babe, I won't say I never gave you a chance. Just entertain tonight, and all this will be forgotten."
As Baldie finished saying this, he smirked and unabashedly stared at Mu Zi's chest.
Mu Zi's face imdiately darkened. Ordinarily, who would dare to speak to her with such disrespect...
At that mont, one of Baldie's n joined in.
"Babe, my boss's thing is nicknad the 'mortar'. You're going to have a blast tonight..."
"Co morning, you probably won't even want to leave after my boss drives you out,"...
The air was suddenly filled with filthy language.
"Babe, co with , I promise I won't touch your pretty boy," Baldie said.
However, before Baldie could finish his sentence, a crisp slap rang out.
Slap...
After that, Baldie scread, and then his body staggered back five or six steps before he finally steadied himself.
The people present gasped at this scene; the slap was directed at Baldie. And the person who slapped Baldie was none other than Ding Fan.
Baldie was indeed a desperado and, having a bunch of ruthless n in the black market, still faced such a formidable opponent as Ding Fan, who had impulsively slapped him.
"Fuck your mother, kill him for !" Baldie was irate.
Having been bullying others in the black market for nurous years, it was embarrassing for him to be slapped in front of so many people.
Baldie's followers, upon hearing his command, swung their iron bars and machetes at Ding Fan. It seed they were in sync, as none of them laid a hand on Mu Zi. Perhaps, in their minds, they would deal with Ding Fan first and then capture Mu Zi for their pleasure.
At this mont, Ding Fan was preoccupied with the Soul Gathering Herb, and these idiots unexpectedly erged, giving him no outlet for his anger. Poor them.
With a flurry of punches and kicks, the seven or eight thugs were knocked to the ground in an instant by Ding Fan.
Holy shit! Bruce Lee is alive!
Everyone expected Ding Fan to be beaten down by Baldie's n, but to their surprise, so many n couldn't even land a single blow before being knocked down by Ding Fan.
One against seven or eight! And it was a swift defeat!
Incredible, totally incredible. It was as if he were cheating.
The onlookers were astonished, and even Baldie was stunned. He had seen many tough people, served as a soldier, and worked as a rcenary abroad.
But he had never seen soone as skilled as Ding Fan. He'd seen one man fight seven or eight before, but one man instantly defeating seven or eight? That was too incredible. His followers were all ruthless, and even Baldie himself couldn't defeat them instantly.
Yet, what Baldie couldn't achieve, Ding Fan had done.
While Baldie was still shocked by Ding Fan's skills, a figure suddenly appeared right in front of Baldie.
Baldie only saw a blur before he could understand what was happening, a barrage of slaps descended on him, turning his head into a pig's head in the blink of an eye.
The person who slapped Baldie could only be Mu Zi.
Now that things had escalated, Mu Zi didn't hold back after hearing Baldie's filthy words. She couldn't possibly let him off easily.
Baldie might have been tough, a soldier, and a special forces operative, but that was relative. Compared to ordinary people, he was formidable, but next to mbers of group 3567, he couldn't even asure up to their big toes.
Those were the elites among the special forces, the Imperial Guard. In their presence, Baldie was just a small fry.
Witnessing such agility from Mu Zi and her brutal slapping of Baldie, the crowd gasped in surprise.
How could anyone imagine that such a pure and sweet-smiling girl could possess such swift movents and be so fierce in combat?
Ding Fan, despite being such a formidable character, had no strength to fight back in the hands of another.
After Mu Zi finished delivering a series of brutal slaps, he simply threw Ding Fan to the ground.
At that mont, Ding Fan's eyes were seeing stars. He opened his mouth to speak, only to discover that all of his teeth had been knocked out.
"Fuck......" Ding Fan tried to say sothing, but because he had no teeth and his mouth was leaking air, the people around him couldn't understand what he was trying to say.
"Go to die!"
At that mont, Mu Zi walked over and simply kicked Ding Fan, knocking him to the ground.
Mu Zi's kick was so powerful that Ding Fan, with a cry, was imdiately knocked unconscious.
The lackeys brought by Ding Fan were now lying on the ground, looking at each other in shock. They truly hadn't expected this man and woman to overpower them so completely and swiftly. They had no strength left to fight back.
"Who are you two, and why are you causing trouble here?" Just then, a cold voice ca from a corner.
Following that voice, two n in black T-shirts pointed their guns directly at Ding Fan and Mu Zi.
Ding Fan looked toward the voice, and saw behind the two n in black, a burly man with a shaved head, wearing a large gold chain and a tattoo of Guan Gong on his arm, approaching from one side.
"Brother Ze!"
As the man appeared, many in the crowd greeted him, showing that he was soone with a background. He seed to hold significant sway in this black market.
The man known as Brother Ze walked up and glanced at Ding Fan lying on the ground and his lackeys beside him. Then, he indifferently turned his gaze to Ding Fan and Mu Zi.
"Who are you two..."
"Just shopping," said Ding Fan, his tone even, unfazed by this so-called Brother Ze.
At the mont, Brother Ze had not provoked Ding Fan, but if he did, Ding Fan was ready to fight, even if it ant knocking his teeth out.
"You two are cops?" Brother Ze didn't even wait for Ding Fan's answer before he blurted out unexpectedly.
"If I were a cop, do you think you'd still be standing here unhard?" Ding Fan's gaze carried a trace of nace.
At the sight of Ding Fan's icy and rciless eyes, a chill ran down Brother Ze's back for no apparent reason, almost making him want to step back involuntarily.
Cough cough...
Brother Ze was montarily dazed before he coughed awkwardly.
Just now, a single sentence from Ding Fan had caught him off guard, causing Brother Ze's face to heat up in embarrassnt. His n were pointing their guns at the opponents, who should have been the scared ones.
Yet he had been frightened by a single sentence from Ding Fan, and in front of so many people, he felt sowhat unable to save face.
"You want to buy sothing, what is it you're looking to buy?" Brother Ze changed the subject and asked.
"Soul Gathering Herb," Ding Fan did not hide his intentions. That was what he had co for today.
"Soul Gathering Herb? What's that?" Brother Ze seed puzzled.
Seeing Brother Ze's clueless expression, Ding Fan didn't feel like staying any longer, especially as i Li's condition couldn't wait.
"Mu Zi, they don't have what we need here, let's go," Ding Fan said and turned around, about to leave with Mu Zi.
"Fuck, you think you can just leave without resolving this?" When Brother Ze saw Ding Fan ignoring him, he beca quite infuriated.
Ding Fan stopped in his tracks, turned around with a serious expression.
At this mont, Brother Ze's two subordinates kept their guns aid at Ding Fan and Mu Zi, making the situation quite tense.
And just then, soone appeared between the two sides.
"My friend, we et again..."
Hearing that voice, Ding Fan was taken aback. He looked in the direction of the voice, and the person who erged from the crowd was none other than the antique dealer he had t earlier at the Liuli Factory.
Cheng Bufan!
"Brother Cheng..." At that mont, Brother Ze, seeing Cheng Bufan, rushed over to him and spoke with great respect.
Ding Fan watched Brother Ze's obsequious deanor and began to wonder, just who was Cheng Bufan really?
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