Slap!

Nie Lan slapped the bleached blonde thug hard across the face, angrily scolding, "Who do you think you are? Get lost, now!"

....

"Oh ho!" The bleached blonde thug wasn’t intimidated at all; instead, he seemed rather intrigued. He glanced at his gang of lackeys around him and sneered, "Brothers, this little lady’s got quite the temper. It’s a shame—I actually like it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other thugs in the vicinity quickly moved to encircle Nie Lan and her two companions.

The bleached blonde thug also grabbed Nie Lan’s wrist with a sleazy grin, saying, "Little lady, coming to a bar and dancing like that—did you really think you’re some pure maiden with your act?"

"Let me go!" Nie Lan struggled to break free, but the bleached blonde thug was much stronger, and she couldn’t shake him off.

Just as Nie Lan was about to call for Xiao Tian’s help, four rich young men who came to the bar with her approached.

"What are you doing? Get out of here now!"

"If you don’t let go, don’t blame me for being rude!"

"If you don’t want to die, then scram!"

The four rich young men shouted sternly, standing protectively in front of Nie Lan, hoping to win her favor with this gesture.

"Heh, you want to fight?" The bleached blonde thug glanced disdainfully at the four rich young men, thinking to himself, just relying on your daddy’s wealth? You really think I’m afraid to hit you?

"Come on then, let’s see who’s got the guts!"

The four rich young men stood their ground, not backing down.

"Damn it, still acting tough? Hit them!" The bleached blonde thug, provoked, shouted angrily, lifting a bottle to smash it on one of the rich young men’s heads.

However, the next moment, the bleached blonde felt a cold gaze locking onto him!

Accompanying that cold gaze was a murderous aura!

"Who is that?" The bleached blonde thug shivered, involuntarily looking toward where Xiao Tian was, thinking, "Who the hell is this? Why is his gaze so terrifying? This kind of stare—I’ve only felt it before from Scarface."

Snap!

While pondering, a bone-chilling chill ran down his spine, and his right hand trembled, making the bottle slip from his grasp and crash on the ground.

The surrounding thugs were already sweating bullets.

They couldn’t pinpoint Xiao Tian’s presence but sensed an eerie aura engulfing the whole area, akin to being watched by a scary beast.

The thugs all turned to look at the bleached blonde thug.

The bleached blonde thug’s heart was in his throat, being continuously stared at by Xiao Tian. At first, he felt only nervousness, but after several seconds, he sensed a lethal intent, like a knife poised at his neck.

"Now I’ve really hit a snag, better get out fast!" The bleached blonde thug couldn’t hold on any longer and made his decision immediately.

But, just as he was about to leave with his men, he was suddenly surrounded from the front and back by the four rich young men!

"Damn it, if you wanna fight, let’s fight. If you won’t make the first move, I will!"

Slap!

One of the rich young men cursed angrily, then casually grabbed a bottle from a nearby thug and smashed it hard on the bleached blonde thug’s head.

"Damn, what a bunch of cowards, scared shitless and still dare to act tough in front of us!"

"Come on, guys, give them a beating!"

With someone taking the lead, the other rich young men also shouted and charged, giving the thugs a good thrashing.

At this time, the four rich young men felt on top of the world, incredibly badass.

Just by standing there, hurling a few insults, and staring at the thugs, they had scared them so much they nearly pissed themselves!

"Ow! Stop hitting! We’ve learned our lesson, just let us go."

"Bro, we really know we were wrong."

A few thugs were beaten to the ground, letting out cries that sounded like pigs being slaughtered.

After more than ten minutes, the young men finally stopped.

The thugs, filled with resentment, could only crawl away in defeat.

"Get lost! Do you even know who I am? Let me tell you, my dad is the chairman of the Yujia Group. Next time you don’t watch out, I’ll wipe you out!"

"Damn, thinking I’m some pushover just because I didn’t wear my taekwondo black belt uniform out?"

"A bunch of cowards, barking so loudly, but in the end turned into punching bags!"

The four rich young men boasted arrogantly.

Following this, a cross-eyed rich young man looked meaningfully at Xiao Tian.

"Heh." The cross-eyed young man sneered, mocking Xiao Tian’s back, "Nie Lan, didn’t you say this Xiao Tian was tough and formidable? Doesn’t seem like much!"

"Yeah, when those punks came, he was so scared he didn’t dare to move, now he’s even scared them off."

"Nie Lan, stay away from this useless guy. If it wasn’t for us today, how could this coward protect you?"

Other rich young men also chimed in, their voices filled with disdain.

Hearing them talk, Xiao Tian gave a faint smile, sipped his drink, and said nothing.

**

Meanwhile.

In another dim corner of the bar.

Fan Ming sat on the sofa, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette, and playing idly with a knife in his hand.

Kneeling before him was a farmer and his wife, eyes filled with fear!

Bang!

Suddenly, Fan Ming flicked his wrist, sending the knife flying, embedding it sharply into the coffee table.

Crack!

The next second, the mahogany coffee table split into pieces and toppled to the floor.

"Pick it up!" Fan Ming crossed his arms and looked at the fallen knife, then at the farmer, coldly commanding.

The farmer shivered, quickly crawling over on his knees to retrieve the knife, handing it tremulously to Fan Ming. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Fan Ming took the knife, then kicked the farmer away, face darkening as he said, "You two hide pretty well, thinking you could escape me in Hang City? I’m giving you one last chance. If you don’t speak, she’ll end up like that table!"

Fan Ming glanced coldly at the farmer’s wife.

"No, please don’t hurt us!" The farmer quaked in terror, stuttering out, "Don’t kill my wife, please. I’ll confess. The Crystal Ball I handed over was fake."

"Where’s the real Crystal Ball?" Fan Ming demanded fiercely.

"I, I gave it to someone else."

The farmer’s heart raced as he slumped to the ground, face contorted with despair, "To that man you injured the other day. Master Fan, I swear it’s the truth, beg you, spare us both."

"Xiao Tian?" Fan Ming’s lips curled into a cold smile, muttering to himself, "So it’s you again. Well then, when I find you, we’ll settle all scores old and new!"