Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1103 - 1101: You Only Have One Chance to Speak!

"Brothers!"

Lin Fan called out to the two men.

The two were stunned and swept their eyes around, finally settling their gaze on Lin Fan.

They didn't expect that someone who had just provoked them had the guts to call out to them.

The two exchanged a glance, their expressions growing serious.

"What is it?"

One of them raised an eyebrow, tauntingly.

"Do the two kind gentlemen know what is happening today?"

Lin Fan could certainly feel their arrogance but didn't want to make things more complicated, so he chose to ignore it.

Besides, he had indeed been eavesdropping on their conversation just now, causing a misunderstanding.

"Are you from the Xuan Clan?"

"No."

"Didn't think so; otherwise, you would know what's going on today."

"Then dare I ask, what exactly is happening?"

"You're not from the Xuan Clan, so why do you care? What's it to you?"

The two exchanged a look and burst out laughing. They hadn't intended to tell Lin Fan anything; they just wanted to have some fun with him.

Such antics were common in taverns.

Especially since Lin Fan had offended them earlier.

Lin Fan frowned, his eyes suddenly icy.

"Oh, you're mad? It's just a joke; no need to take it so seriously?"

"Then please enlighten me."

Lin Fan wanted to lash out, but hearing their words, he suppressed his anger and spoke calmly.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, I do."

"Then come over here; it's quite a big deal."

One of them beckoned Lin Fan, looking very serious.

Lin Fan hesitated for a moment but stood up to walk over. If it concerned Mo Chen, it would be worthwhile.

He walked to their table, nodded a greeting, and leaned in close to the man.

The man put his hand to his mouth and whispered in Lin Fan's ear.

"I'm not telling you."

Hahaha—

Laughter erupted throughout the tavern. Seeing their prank succeed, the two clutched their stomachs and laughed hysterically.

The waiter glanced over but couldn't be bothered to intervene.

The two had just vented some frustration for him, so he crossed his arms and watched the show with interest. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"Are you sure you don't want to talk? This is your only chance."

Lin Fan's eyes glimmered with coldness, unknowingly exuding a murderous aura.

His voice was soft, almost ethereal.

"What the hell are you talking about? Who do you think you're talking to?!"

One of them immediately exploded, slamming the table and standing up, a fierce expression on his face as he shoved Lin Fan.

Lin Fan took a few steps back, smiling faintly.

"You're still smiling?! You dare…"

Boom!

The man had just raised his hand, ready to chop at Lin Fan.

But inexplicably, his body suddenly exploded.

After a loud bang, the void consumed him, leaving not a trace behind.

The crowd was shocked!

Everyone looked at Lin Fan with frightened eyes.

But they were puzzled too; clearly, he hadn't done anything!

"You..."

Lin Fan had just turned his gaze to the other man.

That person fell to his knees with a clatter, trembling and knocking his head on the floor repeatedly.

He was just an ordinary guy who spent his days chatting and boasting in taverns; he'd never seen such a scene, naturally terrified out of his wits.

"I'll talk, I'll talk... Today is..."

However.

Lin Fan raised a hand, cutting him off.

"You want to talk?"

"I do, I do, I do..."

"But I'm afraid you won't have a chance."

Lin Fan casually threw out a line, and as the man stared in terror, there was another loud bang.

Silence.

The silence of eternal night.

Lin Fan glanced around at the crowd and left the tavern without a backward glance.

He wasn't uninterested in what was happening today, but rather he had another plan in mind.

As he leisurely walked out of the tavern, the waiter hurriedly came out too, heading towards two Xuan Clan soldiers, pointing at Lin Fan's retreating figure.

Just as Lin Fan had foreseen.

He had the ability to make everyone in the tavern disappear without leaving a trace.

But instead of gathering rumors in the tavern, it was better to ask the Xuan Clan soldiers outright.

However, to approach them openly might attract attention, so it was better to let them come to him, lure them into a secluded alley, and deal with it there.

Things went as he expected.

After the waiter pointed at Lin Fan and nodded towards the upstairs.

The two Xuan Clan soldiers gripped their sabers and hurried towards Lin Fan.

However.

There were just too many people today.

And Lin Fan was as agile as a fish, weaving through the crowd with ease, leaving the soldiers unable to get close, only able to watch him from afar.

In an instant!

Lin Fan vanished from their sight.

The two hurried forward, looking around, only to find Lin Fan's hastily retreating silhouette in a small alley; without hesitation, they chased after him.

Not until they were deep in the alley, with no one in sight and everything quiet, did they realize something was off.

"Where's the guy?"

"Something's wrong!"

But it was too late.

A shadow flashed before their eyes.

In less than a breath.

Both were disarmed, their shoulders pinned as if by a mountain, forcing them to their knees.

Looking up again.

Lin Fan removed his disguise and stood before them.

The two gaped in shock.

"Lin, Lin Fan?!"

Lin Fan smiled lightly, neither denying nor confirming.

"You dare come back!"

"Ha, such big talk. And why shouldn't I?"

"Mo Yunsheng, the Clan Leader, has set a trap, just waiting to catch you."

"Really? Well, I'm afraid he'll be disappointed." Lin Fan laughed coldly, not even sparing the soldiers a glance, but rather examining the saber in his hand.

Clang!

The blade gleamed coldly.

The saber unsheathed.

A gleam of cold light cut through the air, landing on one soldier's shoulder.

The blade pressed against the vein on his neck.

The soldier's body tensed, veins bulging, trembling uncontrollably.

"You, what... what do you want?" The soldier's voice quivered.

"Don't be nervous, just answering a few questions."

"I won't..."

Hiss!

Blood splattered, a heavy metallic scent permeated, staining the ground instantly red.

The other soldier was dumbfounded; Lin Fan didn't even let him finish, directly aiming for life!

"I don't want to hear a refusal, got it?"

The soldier frantically nodded like a pecking bird.

"Is Mo Chen dead?"

The soldier shook his head vigorously, on the verge of tears.

"I-I don't know... Mo Yunsheng clan... forbids discussing it..."

He forcibly swallowed back the word "Leader," his face pale as death.

"Where is Feng Qingshui?"

Yet as soon as this question left his mouth, the soldier looked puzzled, blinking like he'd heard some incredible tale.

Lin Fan sensed something was amiss, frowning slightly.

"What? Is there a problem? Don't you know where Feng Qingshui is?"

Lin Fan gripped the saber tightly, the cold light flickering.

"No, no, no... I know, I know..."

The soldier, scared witless, hurriedly answered.

"Speak!"

"Feng Qingshui... Old Feng should be at the East Gate Square... he... he's to be executed today."