Ding Fan did have a favorable impression of Luo Changfeng.
Decades ago, it was precisely because of the Huaxia people's internal strife that these Japanese got their opportunity, letting the entire Huaxia Country's land endure fourteen years of ravaging by Japan…
Although Luo Changfeng was from the Myriad Demon Sect, Ding Fan felt that perhaps even those atop the Upper Xuan Sect couldn't match Luo Changfeng's awareness.
Just at this mont, the bar's main door burst open, and a pair of soldiers rushed in from outside. After these soldiers sward in, they dispersed to occupy various corners of the bar. They had seized all the strategic locations.
Following these soldiers, a potbellied man walked in from outside.
The man was dressed in a green military uniform, and his fat head was topped with a beret, which made him look quite ludicrous. This person was the Wali previously ntioned by the middle-aged Japanese man.
"General Wali, it's great that you've co, quick, shoot this man for ." Seeing Wali arrive, the middle-aged Japanese man, as if seeing a savior, hurriedly said to Wali.
"This... this... this…" Wali, however, was acting out of character; opening his mouth for quite a while, he couldn't co up with a complete sentence.
"General Wali, what's wrong with you?" The middle-aged Japanese man looked at Wali with a puzzled face.
Normally, Wali was called the Great Demon King by the people; his territory was in utter chaos. Known for his lust, Wali once used his troops to collect beauties within his jurisdiction, and anyone who disagreed would have their entire family executed.
On Mali Island, there weren't many who did not know of Wali as the Great Demon King.
However, today, to the middle-aged Japanese man, the Great Demon King seed like a completely different person, appearing as timid as a cautious new bride.
It's worth noting that such behavior was rarely seen from him in normal circumstances.
"I... I..." Wali stuttered again, unable to utter a full sentence after quite a while.
But next, Wali's gaze locked onto Ding Fan and Zhao Gang at his side. As if realizing sothing, Wali took a few steps towards Ding Fan and imdiately knelt down.
"Honored sir, please spare my life... I beg you, please spare ..." While saying this, Wali actually began to kowtow to Ding Fan.
The Japanese onlookers witnessing this scene were all dumbfounded.
Wali was a renowned figure on Mali Island, a virtual overlord in his area, yet such a formidable character was now actively kowtowing to a Huaxia person.
Not to ntion the Japanese present, even Zhao Gang, standing behind Ding Fan, was utterly perplexed.
Zhao Gang vividly rembered that Wali was the man the middle-aged Japanese had summoned to deal with Ding Fan and himself, right? So how co now the situation had changed, and Wali was kowtowing to Ding Fan?
While everyone on-site was still in shock, the sound of footsteps ca from outside the door once again.
Soon after, three people walked in from the door. The person leading the trio was a Huaxia man, dressed in camouflage, with a straight stature and a resolute facial structure, sowhat reminiscent of Iron Man.
This 'Iron Man' was none other than Huang Can, whom Ding Fan appointed after taking over Haji's troops.
Prior to arriving here, Ding Fan had arranged for people to be around this bar because he wanted to assess Huang Can's command capabilities.
Ding Fan's Divine Sense also frequently monitored the movents of Huang Can and his team.
After Huang Can led his troops here, they did not act rashly. He sent out a few n to scout the area, and after the reconnaissance, Huang Can launched a surprise attack on Wali's forces.
During the entire surprise assault, Huang Can's troops didn't fire a single shot; he led his n to capture Wali directly.
By the ti the middle-aged Japanese man made his call, Wali's forces had already been controlled by Huang Can.
Although Ding Fan was inside the bar, he used his Divine Sense to clearly detect everything happening outside. So when Wali was kowtowing to him, leaving everyone else astonished, only Ding Fan remained calm, because he alone knew that Huang Can had already taken control of the surrounding situation.
"General Ding!" Huang Can ca up to Ding Fan and gave him a proper salute.
In Mali, so Tusi claid the title of general, and since Ding Fan had replaced Haji, that's why Huang Can addressed him as general.
Upon hearing this title, people at the scene were confused once again.
And the most puzzled was Zhao Gang himself.
Originally, he had invited Ding Fan to Mali island for ransom. He never anticipated that Ding Fan would be a person from the Red Spider, but that wasn't particularly surprising.
Ding Fan was highly skilled, so being from the Red Spider wasn't anything extraordinary.
But what Zhao Gang hadn't expected was that Ding Fan would also be a Tusi of Mali.
One should know that on Mali Island, the place was replete with dragons and snakes of all sorts. Making a na for oneself here was an extrely difficult feat.
And Ding Fan, who was barely in his early twenties, had already beco the Tusi here…
While Zhao Gang was astonished, the middle-aged Japanese man seed to be utterly at a loss.
The plan for tonight was to settle matters with Zhao Gang before returning to Japan to report. The middle-aged Japanese man had thought this would be a safe and easy task, practically a walk in the park.
But then Ding Fan arrived, first killing the gunman, then the ninjas. He wanted to summon Wali and his troops to deal with Ding Fan. But who could have known Wali would turn out to be even less brave than himself, coming in and kowtowing to Ding Fan without a word.
"General, how do we handle this situation?" Huang Can asked Ding Fan.
Ding Fan glanced at the Japanese people present.
Ding Fan's eyes were like knives, and as they swept over these people, they all involuntarily trembled. It seed as if Ding Fan could carve out flesh from their bodies with just his gaze.
"Take all these people away. Since they have co as guests, as the hosts, we naturally should entertain them properly. So manual and strenuous labor can indeed be arranged for them to do." Ding Fan said to Huang Can beside him.
Huang Can had no objections whatsoever to Ding Fan's words.
Haji had just died, and within Haji's territory, many things needed manpower, especially labor. If these Japanese were to be sent to toil, that would save a lot of trouble.
"Yes!" Huang Can saluted Ding Fan.
"Oh, and Huang Can, if any of these Japanese do not obey, I think just kill them. To keep this many people alive, we always need food. One less person, one less mouth to feed." Ding Fan's tone was calm, as if he were speaking of sothing as ordinary as anything could be.
Huang Can nodded. "Rest assured, General, I will keep a close eye on these people."
Once Huang Can had spoken, he waved to his subordinates. "Take all the stuff from these Japanese, and then tie them up with rope."
"Yes!"
Huang Can's n were quite efficient, and in no ti, the crowd surged forward. In just a mont, twenty or thirty Japanese from the bar were all tied up.
"Take the others away. Leave this one behind, I have so questions." Ding Fan pointed to the middle-aged Japanese and said to Huang Can nearby.
As the boss, if Ding Fan decided to keep soone, Huang Can could hardly object. He nodded and led the remaining Sankou Group mbers away.
The Sankou Group mbers felt a surge of frustration. They truly hadn't expected that by day they would live like their ancestors, and by evening, they would be captured and led into slave-like lives...
The Sankou Group mbers held no illusions that anyone from the Sankou Group would co to rescue them.
Even if the Sankou Group was fierce, they were no match for these local snakes who wielded sticks and held the advantages of terrain, people, and even timing...
Thus, the Sankou Group mbers understood that their people would definitely not contend with the Tusi of Mali for their sakes.
"Please... spare ."
After everyone left, the middle-aged Japanese knelt down before Ding Fan.
This middle-aged man could see that no one could save him now, and he hoped by showing good behavior, a slight movent of compassion from the other might give him a way to live, right?
"Where is Mr. Zhao's daughter now?" Ding Fan asked the middle-aged Japanese man.
"I... I... I..." The middle-aged Japanese man stamred for a while, but couldn't say a word.
"If you don't speak, I will take your life!" Ding Fan's tone remained flat.
"I... I'll speak... Miss Zhao is on Mali Island with Doctor Owen..." The middle-aged Japanese man dared not hold back.
"Doctor Owen?" Upon hearing that his daughter was at the dical clinic, Zhao Gang imdiately beca anxious. "What exactly has happened to my daughter? Tell ! Tell now!"
The middle-aged Japanese man, intimidated by Ding Fan's imposing force, really dared not keep any secrets.
"After Miss Zhao was captured, she continuously attempted suicide. She hit her head on a sharp rock..."
Not waiting for the middle-aged Japanese man to finish, Zhao Gang anxiously asked, "Hit her head on a sharp rock...?"
The middle-aged Japanese man nodded. "But, thankfully we discovered it in ti. However, there aren't really any decent hospitals on this island, so we had to take Miss Zhao to Doctor Owen's clinic."
"How is my daughter now?"
The middle-aged Japanese man continued, "Miss Zhao's life is not in danger, but... but..."
"But what?" At this point, Zhao Gang, anxious for his daughter, had eyes that turned red.
The middle-aged Japanese man hesitated for a mont before speaking. "Although Miss Zhao's life was saved, her mory was completely gone. Miss Zhao has no mory at all now."
No mory?
Listening from the side, Ding Fan sowhat understood that Miss Zhao's mory must have been lost due to damage to the brain's mory tissues.
"Take to my daughter right away." Zhao Gang was already extrely worried about his daughter, and hearing that she was in the clinic made him even more anxious.
"Mr. Zhao, give one minute," Ding Fan said to Zhao Gang.
Seeing that Ding Fan had more to ask, Zhao Gang then nodded.
This trip to Mali wouldn't have been possible without Ding Fan, as Zhao Gang would have been gone long ago, so what was another minute?
"Where is Bian Zhimu?" Ding Fan turned to ask the middle-aged Japanese man.
"He... he has already left..." The middle-aged Japanese man said.
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