Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God-Chapter 1065 - 1064

This robust young man truly didn't take Lin Fan seriously; he thought Lin Fan was just good at talking and managed to rile him up. As for Lin Fan's build, he could knock him down with a single punch.

He went up and threw a punch at Lin Fan, intending to teach this kid a lesson.

However, his fist didn't even touch a hair on Lin Fan's head, as Lin Fan swiftly dodged, leaving the punch to land in empty air.

"Swinging punches right away, did your brain not develop properly?" Lin Fan chuckled.

The more Lin Fan mocked him, the angrier the robust young man became. He chased after Lin Fan and swung another punch.

Lin Fan dodged again.

Bang!

This time, the robust young man's fist directly hit a thick iron pole, like those in the subway that serve as handrails. They're incredibly sturdy, so this punch felt like hitting an iron plate.

"Ouch!" The robust young man couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Whoa, what kind of grudge do you have against the iron pole to punch it?" Lin Fan said with a grin.

The first time Lin Fan dodged, he did it on purpose, moving next to the iron pole, so when the robust young man punched again, he ended up hitting the pole. Of course, Lin Fan wouldn't admit he did it intentionally, but anyone paying attention could see it.

The crowd laughed at Lin Fan's words, delighting in the misfortune of the robust young man.

Having punched the iron pole, his hand was now useless, likely with broken bones, and wouldn't heal in less than ten days or half a month. The pain made him howl, leaving him unable to continue attacking Lin Fan.

The Blond Lady saw this and, both angry and anxious, pointed at Lin Fan and cursed, "You did this on purpose, you purposely hid by the iron pole, making my boyfriend hit it!"

Lin Fan replied, "Miss, don't make baseless accusations. Your boyfriend was the one trying to hit me; dodging is normal for me, right? What, am I supposed to just stand there and let him hit me? He's the aggressor, and he brought this upon himself."

The Blond Lady was furious: "You really deserve a beating!"

She rushed forward, raising her foot to kick Lin Fan, just like she had mercilessly kicked the thin old man earlier.

But Lin Fan wasn't the thin old man. The thin old man was a moral man, unwilling to hit women, but Lin Fan didn't care about such virtues. Against shameless people, Lin Fan could be even more shameless.

After all, as they say, wicked people get their comeuppance. Facing an evil person, Lin Fan was more than willing to become the greater villain.

The Blond Lady's kick landed on Lin Fan's shin, but Lin Fan had already focused his strength there, making his shin as tough as the iron pole.

Taking the Blond Lady's kick, Lin Fan suffered no harm, but it was a different story for her. The kick felt like she hit an iron pole, causing her to stagger back, crying out in pain, apparently with broken toe bones.

The Blond Lady sat down on the ground, her pain bringing tears to her eyes.

Everyone looked at each other, confused. Wasn't the Blond Lady kicking someone? How come she's the one who got hurt?

"How can you be so barbaric, kicking people without a second thought? Everyone saw, you kicked me, I'm the victim here. Why can't you reason with people, instead of resorting to violence?" Lin Fan said angrily.

Of course, Lin Fan wasn't angry; he was pretending.

Anyway, in a public setting like this, Lin Fan had no need to retaliate. First, he needed to establish that reason was on his side, making the other party feel guilty. Even if the police came and checked the surveillance, there wouldn't be any fault found with Lin Fan, as he never struck back, only dodged attacks. In the end, he was the one who got kicked and injured!

For a moment, both the man and woman were incapacitated, the man hitting the iron pole and the woman kicking Lin Fan, leaving them unable to attack anymore.

The crowd saw their pathetic state and felt greatly satisfied, although they couldn't understand why the Blond Lady was hurt.

Neither the Blond Lady nor the robust young man understood, like they'd seen a ghost.

Only the two old men realized what was happening. They looked at Lin Fan with astonished eyes; this young man was truly skilled at hiding his skills, amazing!

Without real martial arts skills, the Blond Lady's kick on Lin Fan's leg couldn't possibly have caused such severe injury!

There's always someone better; strong as you may be, there's someone stronger!

Finally, the subway arrived at a station, and the pair helped each other out of the subway, hobbling away, no longer daring to provoke Lin Fan. They were in enough misfortune as it was!

Lin Fan stayed on because it wasn't his stop yet.

The two old men also didn't get off, and soon, the subway continued forward, now half-empty.

The two old men whispered to each other for a moment, then approached Lin Fan.

"Young man, thank you earlier for speaking up and venting some anger for us!" The thin old man said, bowing his fists.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "No need to thank me."

The fat old man asked, "Young man, may I ask where you learned your skills?"

Lin Fan replied, "Why do you ask, sir?"

The fat old man said, "Others might not know, but we could tell at a glance: you're a Martial Artist. You must have come from a reputable school to achieve such skills. That's why I'm inquiring. By the way, we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Hong Jinmao and this is Li Chenghu; we're both Hongmen disciples."

Lin Fan made an "oh" of understanding; he'd already suspected these two old men were not simple. They'd been lenient with the pair, or else that shameless couple would've already been in far worse shape.

So they're Hongmen disciples.

In fact, Lin Fan didn't know much about Hongmen, only heard of it. Some styles of Huaxia Martial Arts are very famous and widely known, so even ordinary people haven't experienced it, but they've heard of it.

These two old men introducing themselves was a Jianghu etiquette, a way to make a connection by first introducing oneself, prompting the other party to do the same out of courtesy.

Lin Fan said, "I apologize, gentlemen, I haven't learned from anyone specific, and I have no group to introduce myself from. By the way, my name is Lin Fan."

The two old men exchanged glances, feeling a bit disappointed; they thought Lin Fan was deliberately withholding his background!

Actually, Lin Fan was telling the truth; he'd never formally learned under a master and thus had no sect affiliation. To the two old men, Lin Fan seemed unwilling to disclose his background, leading to a big misunderstanding.

Lin Fan's reluctance to reveal his schooling only piqued the curiosity of the two old men further. They both speculated privately, trying to figure out which school Lin Fan might belong to, filtering through the schools they knew in their minds without coming to any conclusion.

"Young man, mind sparring with me a bit?" The fat old man, feeling a bit eager, smiled as he asked Lin Fan.

After all, Lin Fan hadn't struck back all this time. If he did, perhaps they could guess his school.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Do you gentlemen wish to spar? I'm afraid it's not convenient here; since we're in the subway, I'm worried about disturbing other passengers."

The fat old man chuckled, "You're right. I was being too forward."

The thin old man said, "Young man, are you going to attend the gathering three days from now? We can spar there!"

Lin Fan was a little puzzled. Gathering in three days?

At that moment, the train reached another stop.

"It's our stop. Until we meet again!"

The two old men bowed with their fists and then left the train.

Lin Fan shook his head, still unaware that he truly would meet them again.