Unrivaled Soldier in the City-Chapter 148: Top Grade Comedian

Lin Kuang was a sharp man. Even he didn’t fully comprehend a massive clan like the Fan Family, and any family beyond his understanding was bound to be immensely powerful. Within such a family, Fan Bingbing was one of the heirs, which meant she was undoubtedly from the direct lineage. If that was the case, then her second uncle must be a figure of considerable power within the Fan Family. That much was also certain.

But Lin Kuang couldn’t believe that he, a nobody, could attract the attention of the Fan Family’s direct lineage. That was simply impossible. Besides, nothing had really happened between him and Bingbing; they had just gotten a bit closer. Why would the Fan Family send such a powerful figure to deal with this personally?

Thus, without a doubt, this so-called second uncle, Fan Shirong, was likely just a title and not a core member; otherwise, he wouldn’t be the one running errands.

As Lin Kuang spelled out his identity, Fan Shirong’s face turned incredibly grim. He hadn’t expected Lin Kuang to be so astute as to call him out directly. This was especially galling since Fan Shirong was a man who cared greatly about his image, always parading himself in public as Bingbing’s second uncle. And just as Lin Kuang had stated, he was, in fact, a distant relative, with the title of "uncle" being just that—a title.

Now, having been exposed by Lin Kuang and seeing the mocking smile on his face, Fan Shirong felt his cheeks burn hot. It was as if he had been slapped hard across the face, a sensation that was far from pleasant.

"Kid, I’m warning you one last time! Stop contacting Bingbing, or I’ll kill you!" Fan Shirong said, his voice laced with fury. At this moment, he was like a clown whose mask had been torn off to reveal his true face, and even his tone was flustered with exasperation.

"I’ll say it again: whether or not I contact Bingbing is none of your damn business. Mind your own affairs and stop posturing in front of me," Lin Kuang retorted irritably. He never had a pleasant tone for such annoying people. The fact that he hadn’t already resorted to violence showed considerable restraint.

"You really don’t know what’s good for you! Since you insist, I’ll send you on your way!" With those words, Fan Shirong’s robes billowed without any wind, giving him the air of a great master.

Seeing this, Lin Kuang cursed inwardly and attacked immediately. If you’re going to fight, then fight. What’s with all the posturing? Just get it over with.

Fan Shirong’s expression soured when he saw Lin Kuang charge directly at him. He should have been intimidated by my aura! Then I could have taken him down effortlessly. But reality was the complete opposite of what he had imagined; Lin Kuang was actually initiating the attack!

"Kid, you dare to attack me? You’re seeking death!" Fan Shirong roared, his body moving with incredible speed.

"You old fool, you’re really full of yourself, aren’t you? Did staying in the Fan Family rot your brain?" Lin Kuang scoffed. "Who else would I attack if not you? Should I just stand here and wait for you to hit me? Or maybe I should go punch a tree?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Die, you ignorant brat!" Fan Shirong shouted angrily, throwing a punch at Lin Kuang’s head.

At the same time, Lin Kuang also threw a punch, and their fists collided fiercely.

BANG!

As their fists met, Lin Kuang’s eyes shifted. The next moment, he staggered back three or four steps, his face flushed red as if he was no match for Fan Shirong.

Seeing this, a smug smile curled Fan Shirong’s lips, as if this outcome was only natural.

You bastard. I’ll deal with you in a minute, Lin Kuang cursed inwardly. His figure then flashed as he darted toward the small grove of trees up ahead. He didn’t want to fight here; if this old man died, it could bring him unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, his retreat was completely intentional. He was worried that if he revealed his true strength, Fan Shirong would simply run away. By feigning weakness, he could make Fan Shirong think he was afraid and fleeing, thus luring him into a chase.

Sure enough, it played out just as Lin Kuang had anticipated. Seeing Lin Kuang trying to flee, how could Fan Shirong possibly let him get away?

"Boy, where do you think you’re going? Stop right there!" Fan Shirong bellowed, his figure flickering as he gave chase.

Lin Kuang watched him come with a cold gaze. He wasn’t afraid of Fan Shirong pursuing him; on the contrary, he was afraid the man wouldn’t. Now that Fan Shirong was chasing him, the smirk on Lin Kuang’s face grew wider.

In just a moment, Lin Kuang burst into the small grove and stopped. Fan Shirong entered close behind him. Seeing Lin Kuang standing there so calm and composed, Fan Shirong suddenly felt that something was amiss. But then he remembered that Lin Kuang was no match for him and dismissed the feeling.

"Have you chosen your own graveyard? This is a nice spot," Fan Shirong said mockingly, glancing at the surrounding trees.

"That’s right. This is the burial site I’ve selected for you. What do you think? Suitable, isn’t it?" Lin Kuang said with a grin.

"Hmph. A defeated foe like you thinks you can beat me?" Fan Shirong scoffed, his eyes filled with contempt.

Lin Kuang was rendered speechless. I deliberately let you land one punch, and now you’re calling me a ’defeated foe’? How much of an idiot can you be?!

"It’s completely pointless trying to talk to a top-grade moron like you," Lin Kuang said, a cold light flashing in his eyes. The next moment, his body shot forward like an arrow, dashing toward Fan Shirong at an incredible speed.

Witnessing this new speed, Fan Shirong froze for a second. It was much faster than before.

"Hmph, what good is speed? If you’re no match for me, you’re no match for me!" Fan Shirong snorted coldly. In the next instant, he also launched forward, raising his fist to smash into Lin Kuang.

A cold smirk touched Lin Kuang’s lips as he shot his right fist forward with all his might, aiming directly for Fan Shirong’s.

A mocking look appeared in Fan Shirong’s eyes. He couldn’t even handle my punch before, and now he’s trying to clash fists again? Is he trying to get himself killed? Despite his thoughts, Fan Shirong remained cautious, wary of any tricks. He, too, gathered all his strength into his punch.

The next instant, the two fists collided with a fierce impact.

BANG!

A muffled boom erupted, and Fan Shirong’s expression changed drastically! The next moment, his body was sent flying backward, slamming hard into a tree and snapping it in two. His fist, which had just collided with Lin Kuang’s, felt as if it had shattered, wracked by unspeakable pain.