Fu Lulong's life had run amuck. His family background and his well-built body had given him the opportunity to be frivolously indulgent.
Looking at Chen Fan's eyes, anyone could sense the hostility in them.
"Do you want to die?" Fu Luong glared at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan had contained his anger for a long time. Fu Luong's arrogance and provocation were like a match which completely lit up an explosive in his heart.
"Well, before I die, I'm going to help my friend who is lying on the ground to get justice!" Just as Chen Fan completed his sentence, he smashed his fist into Fu Lulong's chest.
Fu Lulong was furious. How dare a sheep show its teeth to a lion. Isn't that going against nature?
As a former student who had learned Taekwondo from Master Yuan Tao in Hong Kong, he immediately raised his front leg and kicked it into Chen Fan's chin.
Fu Lulong had made a mistake because the kick was fine for the dojo. This was a serious conflict; not a training ground. To lift the leg high in a fight was a mistake an amateur would make. Of course, if you're a lot more powerful than your opponent, then you would be fine but Chen Fan and Fu Lulong were tied.
It was a pity…
Chen Fan thrust out his right arm and hit him hard on the side of his right knee.
Bang!
It was like the sound of a punch to a leather sofa. Fu Lulong only felt numbness in his knee, as if the muscle had temporarily severed contact with the nerve center. With his left foot on the floor, he stumbled three steps backward, lost his balance and fell back on the wall.
Chen Fan took two steps, clenched his fist and struck again.
Fu Luolong's right foot trembled as he held on to the wall and was about to give a sidekick to Chen Fan's crotch. The inner sidekick would strike the crotch of the opponent. The kick was simple but was meaningful. With good use, he would be able to win easily. But if not used appropriately, because the power was limited and the base was unstable, he would be easily knocked down by the opponent.
But Chen Fan's maneuver was faster and more effective as he twisted his waist and blocked the kick with his leg and punched Fu Lulong's face with his iron fist. Fu Lulong felt as if he had evaporated on the ground. His head felt as if it was stuffed with explosives. He felt dizzy and saw stars above his head.
When severe pain made him return to consciousness, he felt a pile of hard objects in his mouth. Then he knew that it was the punch that has caused his teeth to fall out. The taste of blood filled his mouth.
Before he could respond...bang...another hit struck him. Then Fu Lulong held his stomach as he lay on the ground and moaned in pain.
Getting kicked in the crotch was hated most by men. Chen Fan was quite bold today and when Fu Lulong spilled oil on his fire, Chen Fan burst in rage. Chen Fan grabbed the metal trash bin that was by his side, and with all his might he smashed it on Fu Lulong's head.
Dang!
The loud deafening sound echoed in the hallway!
"He would at least get a concussion!" The people around were anxious and held their breath.
...
"Uncle Ma is your wound serious? Should I take you to the hospital?" Chen Fan squatted down beside Ma Rongtao.
"I'm…still ….fine." Ma Rongtao spoke disjointedly. "I was just talking on the phone, and I accidentally spit on those guys while they were passing by. As I was about to apologize, the bodyguard gave me a punch before I could even say a word."
"By the way, you go and pick up my phone. This guy is quite arrogant. I'm sure he has a wealthy background, but I am not familiar with him. He is probably not from Zhongyun. I want to check out who this young man is and how he could be so arrogant."
This was a serious conflict.
"You don't need to ask! I had a problem with his employee before. I recognize this guy." Chen Fan directly told him about this guy. "This person is called Fu Lulong and is the head of Hong Kong Bada biotechnology company!"
"Bada Biotech?" Ma Rongtao recalled for a moment and did not show any expression on his face. " Okay, he is also the nephew of the head of Fu's family. Fu Chenghui from Hong Kong...recently he came to mainland market to broaden his business in the medical industry."
"Fu? Fu Chenghui? Is he powerful?" Chen Fan handed the phone to Ma Rongtao. He seemed to have heard this name, but couldn't remember when.
"Much more powerful than I am" Ma Rongtao shook his head. "But here in the Zhongyun, not Hong Kong, we have advantages. Even if we beat up Fu Chenghui, he can only give me a stare!"
"Hey, Jun Zi, bring someone up to the rest hall." On the phone, Ma Rongtao rejected Chen Fan's help and then leaned on the wall, clutched his chest and moaned in pain.
"Uncle Ma, are you alright? Why don't I ask someone to throw the three guys in the sea." Zhang Xueyang had also regained his strength but the frown on his brow showed the pain he bore.
"I'm fine, don't call!" Ma Rongtao said in a serious tone. "Don't burn one's bridge. We are a tie now if we kept on revenging, then we would be on the wrong side."
"Well, they have been beaten up severely by brother Chen anyway!" Zhang Xueyang was clutching his stomach and gloating. "He was so arrogant, he deserves to be beaten to death."
...
After waiting for two minutes, Ma Rongtao's three black suit bodyguards ran up into the corridor and saw their boss lying on the ground clutching his chest.
Immediately...
All of them were angry, sorry and ashamed. They wanted to find the culprit.
When they captured the sight of Fu Lulong's group who lay prostrate on the ground, the three of them were prepared to beat them and tear them into pieces!
"Don't!" Ma Rongtao stopped the three of them from turning into raged barbarians. "Jun Zi, you go to ask the waiter to see if they had reported to the police. The two of you help Yangyang and me walk to the dressing room to change!"
"Okay!" When they heard their master's words, although they were furious they carefully helped Ma Rongtao and Zhang Xueyang up and went to the dressing room.
At the dressing room, Chen Fan dressed, called Wang Bing and asked him to drive to the entrance of the hotel.
Sitting in the dressing room for a minute, Zhang Xueyang had recovered from the side effect of the punch. He held his abdomen and gave out a light moan. Ma Rongtao's wound was slightly more severe. There was a clear trace of a punch on the ribs and it probably would need three days to fade away.
When they came out of the lobby, Wang Bing had just arrived in a rush. He was confused at how they could be in this situation?
"Boss, was it because the deal was not done? Did you beat them up?" Wang Bing whispered to Chen Fan's ear.
"There were a couple of gangsters in the shower, and some conflict happened!" Chen Fan said while he walked to the gate.
Just as they exited the entrance!
Screech….
Suddenly the sound of brakes screeching on the road was heard, and then there were five cars with bright neon front lights which shone through the hotel's glass door.
Chen Fan took out his dagger from his waist and handed it to Wang Bing. "Take it!"
"Have you brought the things, Jun Zi?" said Ma Rongtao with a frown.
Fu Lulong's life had run amuck. His family background and his well-built body had given him the opportunity to be frivolously indulgent.
Looking at Chen Fan's eyes, anyone could sense the hostility in them.
"Do you want to die?" Fu Luong glared at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan had contained his anger for a long time. Fu Luong's arrogance and provocation were like a match which completely lit up an explosive in his heart.
"Well, before I die, I'm going to help my friend who is lying on the ground to get justice!" Just as Chen Fan completed his sentence, he smashed his fist into Fu Lulong's chest.
Fu Lulong was furious. How dare a sheep show its teeth to a lion. Isn't that going against nature?
As a former student who had learned Taekwondo from Master Yuan Tao in Hong Kong, he immediately raised his front leg and kicked it into Chen Fan's chin.
Fu Lulong had made a mistake because the kick was fine for the dojo. This was a serious conflict; not a training ground. To lift the leg high in a fight was a mistake an amateur would make. Of course, if you're a lot more powerful than your opponent, then you would be fine but Chen Fan and Fu Lulong were tied.
It was a pity…
Chen Fan thrust out his right arm and hit him hard on the side of his right knee.
Bang!
It was like the sound of a punch to a leather sofa. Fu Lulong only felt numbness in his knee, as if the muscle had temporarily severed contact with the nerve center. With his left foot on the floor, he stumbled three steps backward, lost his balance and fell back on the wall.
Chen Fan took two steps, clenched his fist and struck again.
Fu Luolong's right foot trembled as he held on to the wall and was about to give a sidekick to Chen Fan's crotch. The inner sidekick would strike the crotch of the opponent. The kick was simple but was meaningful. With good use, he would be able to win easily. But if not used appropriately, because the power was limited and the base was unstable, he would be easily knocked down by the opponent.
But Chen Fan's maneuver was faster and more effective as he twisted his waist and blocked the kick with his leg and punched Fu Lulong's face with his iron fist. Fu Lulong felt as if he had evaporated on the ground. His head felt as if it was stuffed with explosives. He felt dizzy and saw stars above his head.
When severe pain made him return to consciousness, he felt a pile of hard objects in his mouth. Then he knew that it was the punch that has caused his teeth to fall out. The taste of blood filled his mouth.
Before he could respond...bang...another hit struck him. Then Fu Lulong held his stomach as he lay on the ground and moaned in pain.
Getting kicked in the crotch was hated most by men. Chen Fan was quite bold today and when Fu Lulong spilled oil on his fire, Chen Fan burst in rage. Chen Fan grabbed the metal trash bin that was by his side, and with all his might he smashed it on Fu Lulong's head.
Dang!
The loud deafening sound echoed in the hallway!
"He would at least get a concussion!" The people around were anxious and held their breath.
...
"Uncle Ma is your wound serious? Should I take you to the hospital?" Chen Fan squatted down beside Ma Rongtao.
"I'm…still ….fine." Ma Rongtao spoke disjointedly. "I was just talking on the phone, and I accidentally spit on those guys while they were passing by. As I was about to apologize, the bodyguard gave me a punch before I could even say a word."
"By the way, you go and pick up my phone. This guy is quite arrogant. I'm sure he has a wealthy background, but I am not familiar with him. He is probably not from Zhongyun. I want to check out who this young man is and how he could be so arrogant."
This was a serious conflict.
"You don't need to ask! I had a problem with his employee before. I recognize this guy." Chen Fan directly told him about this guy. "This person is called Fu Lulong and is the head of Hong Kong Bada biotechnology company!"
"Bada Biotech?" Ma Rongtao recalled for a moment and did not show any expression on his face. " Okay, he is also the nephew of the head of Fu's family. Fu Chenghui from Hong Kong...recently he came to mainland market to broaden his business in the medical industry."
"Fu? Fu Chenghui? Is he powerful?" Chen Fan handed the phone to Ma Rongtao. He seemed to have heard this name, but couldn't remember when.
"Much more powerful than I am" Ma Rongtao shook his head. "But here in the Zhongyun, not Hong Kong, we have advantages. Even if we beat up Fu Chenghui, he can only give me a stare!"
"Hey, Jun Zi, bring someone up to the rest hall." On the phone, Ma Rongtao rejected Chen Fan's help and then leaned on the wall, clutched his chest and moaned in pain.
"Uncle Ma, are you alright? Why don't I ask someone to throw the three guys in the sea." Zhang Xueyang had also regained his strength but the frown on his brow showed the pain he bore.
"I'm fine, don't call!" Ma Rongtao said in a serious tone. "Don't burn one's bridge. We are a tie now if we kept on revenging, then we would be on the wrong side."
"Well, they have been beaten up severely by brother Chen anyway!" Zhang Xueyang was clutching his stomach and gloating. "He was so arrogant, he deserves to be beaten to death."
...
After waiting for two minutes, Ma Rongtao's three black suit bodyguards ran up into the corridor and saw their boss lying on the ground clutching his chest.
Immediately...
All of them were angry, sorry and ashamed. They wanted to find the culprit.
When they captured the sight of Fu Lulong's group who lay prostrate on the ground, the three of them were prepared to beat them and tear them into pieces!
"Don't!" Ma Rongtao stopped the three of them from turning into raged barbarians. "Jun Zi, you go to ask the waiter to see if they had reported to the police. The two of you help Yangyang and me walk to the dressing room to change!"
"Okay!" When they heard their master's words, although they were furious they carefully helped Ma Rongtao and Zhang Xueyang up and went to the dressing room.
At the dressing room, Chen Fan dressed, called Wang Bing and asked him to drive to the entrance of the hotel.
Sitting in the dressing room for a minute, Zhang Xueyang had recovered from the side effect of the punch. He held his abdomen and gave out a light moan. Ma Rongtao's wound was slightly more severe. There was a clear trace of a punch on the ribs and it probably would need three days to fade away.
When they came out of the lobby, Wang Bing had just arrived in a rush. He was confused at how they could be in this situation?
"Boss, was it because the deal was not done? Did you beat them up?" Wang Bing whispered to Chen Fan's ear.
"There were a couple of gangsters in the shower, and some conflict happened!" Chen Fan said while he walked to the gate.
Just as they exited the entrance!
Screech….
Suddenly the sound of brakes screeching on the road was heard, and then there were five cars with bright neon front lights which shone through the hotel's glass door.
Chen Fan took out his dagger from his waist and handed it to Wang Bing. "Take it!"
"Have you brought the things, Jun Zi?" said Ma Rongtao with a frown.
