The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 763: Have you arrived? (Third Update)

The mocking voice made everyone in the restaurant suddenly burst into laughter.

"You call for people to gang up on someone, yet you don’t expect them to fight back? What kind of logic is that!" freewebnøvel.coɱ

"There are rules to the game, damn it, has your brain rusted through!"

"If you can take them, do it; if you can’t, then run. If you can’t handle it and still act tough, you deserve to be beaten like a dog—it’s only right!"

"Besides, who do you think you are, some almighty boss that people need to follow your rules?"

"Let me set a game rule then: I’m allowed to hit you, and you can’t fight back. You down for that, huh?"

"Fucking moron!"

"Fan bro, hurry up and put this idiot down, I can’t stand to watch this anymore!" a man shouted out.

"Exactly, Fan bro, finish it quick. We want to eat; our bellies are starving!" a girl patted her stomach and said!

Zhang Fan turned back with a smile, "Right away!"

"By the way, waiter, please tidy up upstairs. For any damaged items, we’ll pay double the compensation," Zhang Fan said to a waiter on the side.

The group of waiters, who were in a state of shock, were quickly jolted back to reality.

"Of course, sir! We’ll get to it right now!"

A few waiters said, then immediately took brooms and headed upstairs.

"Game over," Zhang Fan said, and with a backhand slap, he struck Xie Dalin’s other cheek.

The crisp slap followed by the dull thud of a body hitting the floor rang out once more!

"Take your boss out. If you want a fight, that’s fine, but wait until we finish our meal. You have time to call for backup. Just don’t disturb us, or he’ll be your fate," Zhang Fan pointed at Xie Dalin and said, then turned and went upstairs!

"Brothers and sisters, let’s get the party started," Zhang Fan called out.

"Fan bro, let’s have a drinking contest!" a man also shouted.

"Jeez, asking for trouble!"

Sighs rose once again!

While Zhang Fan and his group were reveling, outside, Xie Dalin’s eyes were crazed with rage.

"You useless lot, get lost, get the hell out of here!" Xie Dalin roared at a group of bodyguards behind him.

These people had just stood by and watched as he was beaten into a pig-faced mess—unforgivable!

"Boss, that kid is a freak. Look at Xiao Lu; he still hasn’t caught his breath," one person said.

Xie Dalin raised his hand and delivered a slap: "What use are you, scram!"

Instantly, the bodyguards scattered to the winds, leaving Xie Dalin alone in the car, waiting for Wang Hu’s arrival!

The night gradually thickened; devoid of moonlight and starlight, the street was illuminated solely by street lamps.

Listening to the laughter coming from the second floor, the hatred in Xie Dalin’s eyes intensified!

As time went on, Xie Dalin grew increasingly anxious.

"Wang Hu, have you come yet? It’s been two hours," Xie Dalin was full of urgency.

What if Wang Hu arrived after everyone from upstairs had left?

If he didn’t avenge today’s humiliation, he swore he wouldn’t consider himself a man!

Meanwhile, inside the hotpot restaurant, no one on the first floor had left.

Who could still be in the mood to eat? Watching the drama unfold was more important!

Especially after hearing the laughter upstairs, their astonishment grew.

Those guys upstairs, were they really not afraid of retaliation?

Wang Hu, if not mistaken, could only be Wang Hu—the fierce one, an underground fighter. Especially his security company, which boasted two hundred men!

Furthermore, not long ago, Wang Hu replaced all the wimps in his security company, reportedly with more than twenty underground fighters.

If that bald, fat man really called Wang Hu over, everyone upstairs was definitely going down!

A fighter, with one punch, could inflict severe injuries!

Yet, seeing the waiters continually serving dishes upstairs, the crowd was even more baffled—it had been two hours, and they were still eating?

Straightaway, someone stopped a waiter to ask, "Waiter, what’s the situation upstairs now?"

The waiter sighed deeply, "Eating, what else?"

"But it’s been two hours!" said the person!

The waiter sighed again, "Listen carefully!"

"What?" The group immediately quieted down.

Suddenly, the noise from upstairs became clear.

"Go Zhang Fan, the thirty-fourth pot!"

"Wow, Zhang Fan looks so cool while eating!"

"Waiter, hurry up with the food!"

Upon hearing these voices, the group was flabbergasted!

The thirty-fourth pot? What’s going on?

Curiosity piqued, a few followed the waiter upstairs.

However, when they saw the gaze of over two hundred people fixed on one person, they were stunned!

Damn, over two hundred people watching one person eat?

Can it be?

Yet, when they witnessed Zhang Fan finish a pot of meat in three minutes, their eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.

"The thirty-fifth pot!"

At that moment, they finally understood what that thirty-fourth pot meant previously.

Damn it, so that guy had eaten thirty-four pots already?

Damn, one pot is enough to make anyone burst!

For the love of..., could it be any scarier?

Meanwhile, Zhang Fan moved to another table. The food in the pot was all cooked, and seeing Zhang Fan tucking in voraciously, everyone felt their stomach twist.

What a monster!

Damn good thing it’s not a buffet, otherwise, this hotpot restaurant would definitely go bankrupt!

"Ouch, can’t eat anymore, too greasy!" Zhang Fan put down his chopsticks and opened a bottle of beer, downing it in one gulp.

"The one hundred and forty-eighth bottle!"

The crowd around him erupted again.

Hearing this number, the onlookers twitched once more.

One hundred and forty-eight bottles?

Thirty-five pots of hotpot?

This...

Is this even human?

"You guys go downstairs and ask that bald fatty if people are still coming; if not, we’re leaving, it’s already half-past ten!" Zhang Fan said.

"Brother Fan, I’ll go!" A guy stood up and shouted out the window, "You fatso, are the people coming or not? If not, we’re leaving!"

Hearing this, the group downstairs was dumbstruck!

Damn, have the guys upstairs lost their minds? If Wang Hu arrives, can they even remain standing?

At the same time, Xie Dalin sat in the car, his face twisted in fury.

"Bastards, bastards, you’re all going to die!"

Just then, a line of identical black cars slowly drove up.

A total of twenty-five!

Seeing these cars, Xie Dalin burst with elation, flung open the car door, and ran out.

"Brother Hu, Brother Hu, I’m here!" Xie Dalin raised his hand and shouted loudly!

Hearing Xie Dalin’s voice, the diners on the first floor also ran outside.

When they saw a group of burly men in suits, their expressions immediately tightened.

Especially when they saw the crew-cut man leading them, they involuntarily stepped back two paces.

Wang Hu, it was really Wang Hu!

At the same time, the guy leaning by the window shouted, "Brother Fan, they’re here!"

"They’re here?" Zhang Fan stood up, twisting a beer bottle in his hand, and with a light hop, perched by the window, eyes shifting downward.