Super War God in the City

The scene before everyone was so shocking that the whole place fell deathly silent, as if petrified.

Zhao Bin swallowed hard, his entire being stunned.

Fuck, he'd seen arrogant people before, but never someone as arrogant as Ling Fan.

Just one kick had broken Li Guohao's leg; was this a declaration of a fight to the death with the Li Family?

Xia Ying had lost her ability to think, if there had been a sliver of room for maneuver before.

But the moment Ling Fan broke Li Guohao's leg, an unresolvable vendetta was born between him and the Li Family.

What he couldn't fathom was Ling Fan's attitude, it seemed he never intended to compromise with Li Guohao, or else he wouldn't have struck with such ferocity.

Xu Miaotong was so shocked she couldn't speak; Ling Fan's actions today were completely unlike the person she knew before.

Li Chenggang lay on the ground, too scared to move. Was this really the same Ling Fan he knew?

Wang Chuang had regained some of his senses from his dazed state. That instant felt like being hit by a large truck at the waist, his bones nearly scattering.

The severe pain in his chest made it impossible for him to get up, hurting so much he felt like his heart was being torn apart, his hatred for Ling Fan reaching its peak.

Seeing Ling Fan clash with Li Guohao, his face trembled with excitement.

"You fucking idiot, now let's see how you die," Wang Chuang cursed through clenched teeth.

"He's screwed, the kid is done for," some onlookers whispered among themselves.

"Not necessarily, maybe he has a special background or something," someone retorted.

"How could that be? If he was really that powerful, would he come here to work as a security guard? I think he's just gone nuts, he'll know what regret is in a moment," another person chimed in.

Ling Fan ignored the surrounding whispers, looked down at Li Guohao, who was continuously wailing in agony, "You reap what you sow, now humble yourself and I might let them carry you away."

To Ling Fan, such trash wasn't worth his attention, just ants to be squashed absentmindedly.

"You mongrel, I swear I'll make you regret it, and not just you, but your woman won't get away with it either," Li Guohao squeezed out a sentence from between clenched teeth, his face twisted with rage.

Ling Fan's expression turned icy; nothing infuriated him more than threats against his loved ones.

"Kill him, you bunch of idiots, what are you waiting for? If this bastard doesn't die today, I fucking swear I'll kill you," Li Guohao howled in frenzy, having lost all reason.

Hearing his command, the dozen or so flunkies hesitated no further, went in with renewed viciousness to attack Ling Fan.

"A swarm of ants," Ling Fan scoffed, his figure darting forward.

Before everyone's eyes, after a few strange afterimages, those snarling flunkies were left broken and defeated.

Everyone looked on as though they had seen a ghost, no wonder he was so bold – his formidable skills were the backbone of his arrogance.

But was it not overly reckless to offend the Li Family to death just because he knew how to fight?

Zhao Bin saw the ground littered with moaning men and his eyes bulged, a chill running down his spine.

Seeing this, Li Guohao couldn't help but feel a twinge of alarm in his heart, never expecting this nobody to possess such skills!

Ling Fan's cold gaze turned to the only opponent still standing, Zhao Bin.

At the touch of Ling Fan's icy stare, Zhao Bin shivered as if he had fallen into an abyss, and 'thump,' he knelt on the ground.

"Ling Fan, this has nothing to do with me," Zhao Bin was scared.

Not scared? Li Guohao was lying on the ground like a dead dog, what was he compared to Li Guohao?

Going up against him would be a death wish. Today was a defeat; a wise man knows when to back down, so cowering wasn't a big deal.

Ling Fan glanced at Zhao Bin, truly a case of a paper tiger, no spine at all.

"Come here!"

Zhao Bin didn't dare delay, crawled towards Ling Fan, begging for mercy.

"Go, beat him until I'm satisfied and you can get lost. Otherwise, I guarantee your end will be worse than his," Ling Fan said, pointing at the stupefied Li Guohao on the ground.

Even more bewildered was Zhao Bin, "Big brother, you must be joking, isn't this just asking me to court death?"

He wouldn't dare to slap Li Guohao; doing so was no different from seeking death. Despite Ling Fan daring to break the other's leg, he wouldn't dare to snatch food from a tiger's mouth.

"You have three seconds to decide, either spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, or slap him," Ling Fan said indifferently.

As a scumbag, Li Guohao had touched Ling Fan's inverse scales, but dealing with such trash himself was just dirtying his hands.

Zhao Bin, acting as a complicit tool for the tyrant, was hardly any better. Let these two dogs bite each other later on.

Zhao Bin's heart trembled; both choices led to death, merely a difference between dying sooner or later. But, dying later still offered a chance at life. Hardening his heart, he glanced at Li Guohao.

"What do you think you're doing?" Li Guohao glared at Zhao Bin furiously, wondering if he had lost his mind.

"Brother Hao, I'm sorry."

"You..."

"Slap slap!"

With gritted teeth, Zhao Bin delivered two slaps that left Li Guohao seeing stars.

"Big Brother, does this satisfy you?" Zhao Bin looked to Ling Fan for approval.

"That's not enough; you need to vent," Ling Fan shook his head.

The onlookers were completely dumbfounded, realizing that Zhao Bin really was a spineless coward, daring to hit his own boss under threat.

However, each person must fend for themselves, and while the crowd might despise him, they couldn't really say much.

Zhao Bin felt like crying; after today, he feared there would no longer be a place for him in Binzhou. His mind was already considering how to flee to avoid the Li Family's revenge.

Yet having been treated like a dog by Li Guohao for years and not seldom humiliated, Zhao Bin lashed out while cursing, releasing all the pent-up frustration within him.

The crowd watched, agape, surmising that the boss, Li Guohao, had long been resented by his subordinates and lacked their support.

Indeed, things are not always what they seem on the surface. No wonder Zhao Bin showed no loyalty, making his own choice at the moment of crisis.

"Get lost!" Ling Fan waved his hand dismissively.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Young Master Ling, for sparing my life," Zhao Bin was immensely relieved.

Immediately after, he ran out of the bar like a fugitive, leaving Li Guohao in shock—not from the beating but from sheer fury.

"Young man, isn't this too much?"

Just then, a white-haired elderly man in his sixties walked into the bar. Seeing Li Guohao unconscious on the ground, he frowned slightly.

He had been assigned by the Patriarch of the Li Family, Li Taihe, to supervise and covertly protect Li Guohao, who was prone to causing trouble; Li Taihe simply couldn't rest easy about him.

However, the elder held the same disdain for Li Guohao's actions and character. He wouldn't lift a finger unless Li Guohao's life was at stake because he didn't deserve it.

He had already informed the Li Family of the situation here, but now, unable to stand by any longer for fear of any mishap, the elder decided to step forward.

Ling Fan's gaze intensified. He hadn't expected the Li Family to have a martial artist in their midst. However, he did not regard a martial artist of this level seriously.

"Old fool, you can take this trash away now," Ling Fan sneered.

"I'm not here to carry him. Someone will do that in a moment. My purpose is to ensure you don't lay another hand on him, and also, to make sure you don't escape," the elder said arrogantly.

"Heh, interesting. What if I do lay a hand on him?"

"Then I assure you that your fate will be worse than his," the elder said calmly.

"Really?"

Ling Fan smiled faintly and suddenly stomped on Li Guohao's other leg.

"Crack!" The sound of snapping like dry wood made everyone's scalp tingle.

"Ahh~~~"

Li Guohao, who had been unconscious, was jolted awake by the intense pain and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Realizing that his other leg was also broken, he nearly went insane. The day's events pushed his psyche to the verge of collapse.

The elder's face turned ashen as he stared at Ling Fan with death in his eyes.

"I'm very curious, you low-grade piece of trash martial artist, where do you get the confidence to make such bold statements?" Ling Fan took an aggressive step forward.