Happy Little Farmer-Chapter 612
Yang Fan made a decisive choice to take the initiative to attack. ππ£πππ°πππ§πΌπππ.π°π¨π¦
These kids clearly werenβt up to any good, already revealing their intention to extort. Yang naturally wouldnβt indulge them, and his attacks were as ruthless as possible.
His goal was to incapacitate these three rascals in the shortest possible time.
Although it was challenging to fight three alone, fortunately, Yangβs movements were fast and his strength was sufficient. After he stabbed the leader in the thigh, the guy had already lost much of his combat effectiveness.
He seemed to still want to fight, but Yang didnβt give him the chance. After striking him with his belt a couple more times, the guy quieted down significantly, holding his leg with his left hand and his face with his right, crying out in pain while cursing at Yang and shouting for his two companions to kill him.
The remaining two had some ability to fight; encouraged by Yangβs whipping, they tried everything possible to take him down.
However, they didnβt cause Yang much trouble. Combined, their strength seemed to be less than his. One of his punches was equivalent to several of theirs, and Yang hardly felt any pain, while the two guys were screaming miserably as they grappled with him.
Bang!
Suddenly, a crisp sound followed by glass shards exploding above one kidβs head.
"Go to hell!"
A delicate cry sounded as Huo Xiaorou grabbed one lad by his hair and slammed him against the wall with all her might.
Thud!
The dull sound, like hitting a severely dampened drum, sounded very painful.
"Wow, quite fierce!" Yang exclaimed in surprise, finding the girl somewhat fierce.
Meanwhile, Wang Daqiang was busy stabbing another kid in the face with white patches.
The kid had actually hidden a dagger, which Yang hadnβt noticed earlier.
But he had Wang Daqiang and Huo Xiaorou watching his back, and Wangβs timely discovery prevented a stab in the back.
Wang Daqiang was also ruthless. He stabbed the knife in and pulled it out, even Yang cringed at the sight.
Yangβs earlier stab had been in the white-patched kidβs right thigh, and Wangβs stab was fairly placed in the left thigh. At that moment, Wang was grabbing the kid by the neck, pulling the knife out from the left side and stabbing in, then swapping to the right.
The kid with white patches was hurting so badly he passed out and came to, truly suffering terribly.
"Old Wang, take it easy; donβt kill him," Yang casually reminded.
If someone died, that would be a whole different story.
Wang Daqiang nodded, "Donβt worry, Fanzi, I know what Iβm doing; a couple of stabs in the thigh wonβt do much harm."
Yang nodded, glad to know he was aware.
The scene was, in any case, quite frightening.
The only remaining kid, seeing the situation, didnβt say another word and turned to run.
"Think you can just come and go as you please? What do you think this place is?" Yang Fan cursed, rushing over and grabbing the boy by the collar, smashing him onto the ground, then leaning over and swinging his open palm, slapping the boy repeatedly until he wailed helplessly without the power to fight back.
It was three against three.
But these three professional robbers seemed no match for Yang Fanβs side of amateurs.
Though it seems slow to describe, it all happened very quickly, only about ten minutes in total.
"Talk, whatβs going on here?" Yang Fan used the boy who had just tried to run away as a human cushion, smacking him lightly in the face with a leather belt.
"Talk nicely, or else Iβll poke a few holes in you too!"
At this moment, the boyβs face looked like a dye workshop, the underlying color was a dense, fearful white, covered in red welts from the belt and finger marks from Yang Fan, with darkening around the eyes and lips.
Apart from the white, which was a color of fright he brought on himself, everything else was inflicted by Yang Fan.
The human body reacts peculiarly, itβs all on one face, but the areas take on different shadesβbruised blues around the eyes, blackening of the lips, reddening of the cheeks.
"Bro, I was wrong, please let me go, I was just foolish for a moment, Iβve never done this kind of thing before, I just got carried away today following Hu Yu," the young man pleaded with a thick, troubled tone.
Yang Fan raised an eyebrow, "I believe I just asked you to speak properly, didnβt I?"
"I donβt want to hear these useless apologies. They mean nothing to me, not even a fart. What I want to know is why you did this, and why you targeted us. Get it?"
"It was all Hu Yuβs idea," the young man shouted hastily.
He stared at Yang Fan fearfully, terrified that Yang Fan might slice him up in displeasure.
Excessive fear triggered a physiological response in him; his body uncontrollably trembled as if having a seizure.
"We were planning to find some girls to have fun with, have some late-night food, then rent out an internet cafe for the night, but we didnβt have enough money. Even when we pooled our money together, it wasnβt enough for one of us to play with those street girls," the young man said tremulously.
"Then Hu Yu saw this restaurant and said that the people who eat here are rich, casually carrying several thousand in their pockets, definitely enough for us to have fun with, and if lucky, maybe even splurge on something high-end tonight. Tempted by him, Lai Junjie and I were also swayed."
"Then, Hu Yu came up with a plan. He said we should pretend to be looking for someone and sneak in, burst into a private room, block the door, demand money, and run. He also said it wouldnβt work going in unarmed, so we needed something to scare people with, and then he led us to buy a few daggers, and... that was that."
Yang Fan, looking intensely at the boy, asked, "So what youβre saying is, it was purely bad luck on my part, and then we were targeted by you?"
"Big brother... it seems like it was... no, yes yes yes, indeed it was your bad luck," the young man almost instinctively blurted out that it was their bad luck, but quickly corrected himself.
"Hu Yu chose the private room. He charged ahead, and Lai Junjie and I just followed him. Thatβs exactly how it went, there were no other reasons, it was all impromptu."
Yang Fan suddenly felt somewhat despondent, "My luckβs that bad?"
"Bloody hell, to think you could run into a robbery while eating out, who the heck could I even complain to? Itβs just too bizarre, isnβt it?"
He was truly shocked.
He had just been suspecting these boys might be remotely controlled by that bastard Bi Gang, as with his capabilities, it wouldnβt be hard to track him down, and with a bit of meticulous work might even find some clues.
Turns out, it was entirely coincidental?!
