Hall Master Wang: My God of War Has Arrived, I'm Going to Show Off

Arrogant.

Extremely arrogant.

The thugs Sun Yaowei brought out were all strong and sturdy, unlike ordinary gang members. They were clearly experienced and likely often participated in one-on-one fights and brawls, making them good fighters.

"Kid, you're really f**king arrogant."

The bald thug with a scar near his eye swung his palm with all his might, intending to stun the ignorant fool in front of him with a single slap.

Lin Fan decisively swung the chair leg in his hand. He didn't want to waste any more words; he wanted to fight. At the same time, he wanted to test how many people he could handle with his current physical strength.

A chair leg is also a staff. As long as it could be swung, he believed he could use staff techniques.

With a bang.

The bald man cried out in pain, clutching his bleeding head as he lay on the ground, howling.

"Your head's broken, you're bleeding."

Sun Yaowei, sitting there with a beauty in his arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, but his composure remained unshaken. He was very confident in his thugs. He fed them lavishly, building their bodies, making them carry heavy objects daily to increase their muscle mass, and they often engaged in private fights.

They were already a group of experienced fighters.

The approaching thugs were visibly stunned. They hadn't expected blood to be drawn so soon, which instantly ignited their ferocity. They lunged at Lin Fan viciously.

On the second floor, Chen Liang sneered, "Who does he think he is?"

Other onlookers nodded in agreement. Two fists can't beat four hands; no matter how skilled you are, the outcome would be the same.

They were thrilled to witness the fight; such scenes weren't common.

Gradually, the situation began to change.

Bang!

Bang!

Screams echoed.

Lin Fan was seen swinging the chair leg, furiously striking the group of thugs. He didn't evade their attacks, allowing their fists to land on him.

It didn't hurt much.

It would be a lie to say he felt nothing.

But it truly didn't hurt much, not even a tenth of the pain he felt when hit by the staff.

The thugs clung to him like burrs, making it difficult for him to move freely. He threw the chair leg aside, clenched his fists, and threw punches that landed with solid impact, elbowing jaws, sending blood splattering.

Wang Changhai clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his flesh. His body trembled, and his eyes bloodshot as he watched Lin Fan fighting the group.

His heart bled when he saw Lin Fan getting hit, feeling immense pain. But when he saw Lin Fan fighting back, knocking an opponent's face beyond recognition with a single punch, he wanted to shout, "Well fought."

These were his men.

His trusted confidants whom he had promoted.

And now, his confidants, unwilling to see their Hall Master publicly humiliated, were fighting desperately, disregarding their own safety.

He wanted to cry, truly wanted to cry.

But he was in a gang and a Hall Master; he couldn't cry.

He remembered what someone had told him: to thrive in a gang, one had to be ruthless. Loyalty was something no one cared about anymore.

But he wanted to say, it still exists, it always has.

This, damn it, is loyalty.

The subordinates guarding the gate, ensuring not a single fly could escape, watched Lin Ge's ferocious fighting form, their blood boiling with excitement, shouting in their hearts:

"Go, Lin Ge, beat these guys to death!"

Sun Yaowei's subordinates fell one after another, their screams continuous. The atmosphere in the venue subtly shifted. The onlookers' mouths hung open, their faces filled with shock.

Is this guy a monster?

Of the eighteen strong thugs, only a handful were still standing. The floor tiles beneath their feet were stained red with blood. In the center of the arena, Lin Fan was like a ferocious, bloodthirsty God of War, walking step by step towards the last remaining thug.

"Don't come over, don't come over."

The remaining thug's face was pale, his legs weak. He had never seen such a terrifying person in his life.

Lin Fan walked up to him, lifted him over his head, and slammed him violently into a nearby table. With a crash, the sound of shattering tables and chairs mixed with the man's wails reached everyone present.

Silence fell, so profound that one could hear their own breathing.

Lin Fan stood proudly, motionless, letting the blood on his fists drip to the ground. Of course, it wasn't his blood; it was theirs.

The strength after Beginner Body Refining was immense. It didn't hurt at all now, not even a bruise.

The benefits of strict martial arts regulation.

It was evident at this moment.

Not a single one of them could put up a fight.

He felt the shocked gazes of everyone, and a sense of exhilaration washed over him. He grabbed the torn fabric of his clothes and, with a slight pull, ripped off his shirt, revealing a physique with perfect muscles that were difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

Her figure hadn't been this perfect some time ago. As her Body Refining proficiency increased, her body had quietly undergone changes.

Given the current situation.

It shouldn't be too much to show off her figure.

At this moment, Sun Yaowei appeared calm, but in reality, he was anything but. His legs, hidden under the table, trembled violently. The scene before him had completely terrified him.

What's going on?

Am I dreaming?

The eighteen formidable men, who were rumored to be invincible in Yong'an City and were supposed to protect him, were just taken down like this?

Here he comes.

Holy crap!

This guy is walking towards me.

Sun Yaowei nervously swallowed, then remembered his identity, and his heart, which was about to leap out of his chest, settled slightly.

He was the son of the Fierce Tiger Gang leader.

This guy probably wouldn't go too far, right?

Thinking this, and seeing the many onlookers around, he knew he couldn't lose face. He feigned calmness and said, "Good, good, impressive. I didn't expect you, Wang Changhai, to have someone like this by your side. But what's the use of being able to fight?"

"One hundred people, two hundred people, can you stop them?"

Sun Yaowei glared at Lin Fan.

I can't back down, absolutely cannot back down, otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.

Lin Fan circled Sun Yaowei, his gaze playful. After Sun Yaowei finished speaking, Lin Fan suddenly grabbed his hair, yanked his head back, and looked down at him.

He playfully patted Sun Yaowei's face as if teasing him.

"Whether I can stop hundreds of people, I don't know. But at least I know that right now, you have nothing to stop me with."

Sun Yaowei, having been slapped, didn't feel pain, but his face burned as if scalded.

The woman leaning beside him yelped and flinched away as if startled.

"You dare treat me like this, I..."

Just as Sun Yaowei was about to utter a threat, Lin Fan violently dragged him in front of Wang Changhai and kicked his knee, forcing him to kneel before Wang Changhai.

"Hall Master, how should we deal with him?" Lin Fan asked.

"Ah?"

Wang Changhai's expression was blank. The scenes unfolding before him felt like a dream, and he still hadn't snapped out of it.

Wait, a complete reversal?

When he was being humiliated, Lin Fan, whom he had promoted, appeared like a hero. If he were a woman, he would definitely pledge herself to him.

"Wuwuwu." The Hall Master's mistress cried, tears streaming down her face. "Changhai, I was forced. Please forgive me. I know you love me the most."

Wang Changhai looked indifferently at the woman kneeling before him, begging desperately.

This was once his favorite mistress.

He gave her whatever she wanted, except for a formal position.

But who would have thought that she...

Just as Wang Changhai was about to speak, his vision blurred. A leg shot out and, with a bang, directly kicked the woman in the face, knocking her unconscious.

"Bitch, you've dirtied our Hall Master's eyes," Lin Fan cursed angrily, then said, "Hall Master, let's talk about how to handle this guy."

Sun Yaowei, who wanted to resist, was pinned down tightly.

He didn't beg for mercy.

He didn't believe Wang Changhai would dare do anything to him.

Indeed, when facing the decision of how to deal with Sun Yaowei, Wang Changhai was genuinely troubled. Sun Yaowei's identity was there; he couldn't possibly cripple him.

If he really did that, even as the Hall Master of Loyalty Hall, he wouldn't be able to withstand the retaliation from Gang Leader Sun.

More importantly.

He couldn't drag Lin Fan into the most dangerous situation.

Seeing the Hall Master remain silent.

Lin Fan suddenly pulled Sun Yaowei's hand onto the table and looked at his subordinate. "Bring a knife. Chop off one of his hands. Let's see if he dares to speak disrespectfully to our Hall Master again."

At this point.

What needed to be done must be done.

Although he wanted to keep a low profile and avoid too much trouble, focusing on improving his proficiency, he knew that after tonight, his reputation would be known to everyone. The entire city would know of a formidable individual who, in a fit of rage for his Hall Master, took down eighteen men and was about to chop off Sun Yaowei's hand.

Therefore, he didn't mind escalating things.

As for whether this would attract retaliation from Martial Way experts, that was a joke. He shouldn't dream about it. His Hall Master, despite being a powerful figure in Yong'an City, was humiliated without the ability to resist.

The Martial Way is deeply hidden.

It's not something people here can access.

"Brother Lin, don't have a big knife, is a dagger okay?" Wu Yong decisively handed over a dagger.

Lin Fan nodded, "It's fine. It might not cut through in one go, but ten or eight times should do it."

Cruel.

Sun Yaowei was truly terrified at this moment. "Hall Master Wang, I was wrong, I was truly wrong. Please say something for me, don't cut, please don't cut."

He felt that this guy really dared to do it.

If he lost a hand, his future would be ruined. Moreover, this guy looked like he was going to cut off his dominant right hand, completely aiming to cripple him.

His pants were wet.

He had peed himself.

But it wasn't shameful; anyone would have peed.

Bastard, Yuan Jiang, you damn bastard, why didn't you say beforehand that Wang Changhai had a monster by his side?

Just as Lin Fan was about to act.

"Lin Fan, wait." Wang Changhai spoke.

Lin Fan was anxious and said unwillingly, "Hall Master, wait for what? Let me cut off one of his hands."

Wang Changhai seemed to snap back to reality, picked up his teacup, took a calm and composed sip, and said softly, "I often teach you not to be too brutal. If you disagree, you immediately chop off people's limbs. That's not good. Although this brat went a bit too far, as Hall Master, I have a magnanimous heart."

For Wang Changhai, his God of War had appeared, so when else would he show off if not now?

"The Hall Master's teachings are correct." Lin Fan nodded and put down the dagger in his hand.

Sun Yaowei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Hall Master Wang."

Slap!

"I'll thank your mother!" Wang Changhai angrily slapped him.

Sun Yaowei, having been slapped, dared not speak, lowering his head, trembling with fear.

Suddenly.

Lin Fan, who had nothing else to do, suddenly turned around and looked at the second floor.

"Who laughed? Who just laughed?"

Huh?

Wang Changhai, who was about to pick up his teacup to drink again, was also stunned.

Did someone laugh?

He hadn't heard anything.

The onlookers on the second floor shook their heads one after another; no one was laughing.

"You, yes, you laughed." Lin Fan pointed in a direction on the second floor.

The fat man who was pointed at said, "Lin, Master Lin, I didn't laugh."

This fat man was a local merchant, now pale with fright.

"Not you, I'm talking about that pockmarked toad behind you."

Swish, swish!

Everyone's gaze snapped towards Chen Liang.

They were very sure it was him.

Because among everyone present, only he resembled a toad.

Chen Liang looked like he wanted to die.

I didn't laugh, you idiot.

Seeing how fierce and brutal you were, I was already preparing to run.

You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

When Lin Fan was just a small fry in the Loyalty Hall, he didn't pay him any mind because his uncle worked for the yamen.

But now... let alone his uncle working for the yamen, even his own father would be useless.

Just then.

The onlookers around Chen Liang immediately shouted angrily, "Good! You brat, how dare you laugh? Brothers, take him down and hand him over to Master Lin for judgment."

"Okay."

"Come on, give us a hand, carry him down."

Slap, Chen Liang was slapped.

"Behave yourself. In such a solemn occasion, you still dare to laugh? You're not showing respect to Master Lin or Hall Master Wang. You're simply courting death."

Soon, Chen Liang was carried down by everyone.

Facing Lin Fan's mischievous grin, Chen Liang inexplicably panicked.

"W-what do you want?"

He was truly scared now.

Lin Fan was about to slap Chen Liang a few times, but upon thinking of his pockmarked face, he immediately chickened out, afraid that one slap would make pus ooze from the other's face.

"Go, kneel over there yourself, slap yourself, don't stop until I say so," Lin Fan pointed to a corner.

"You..."

"Hm?"

Seeing Lin Fan about to get angry, Chen Liang fearfully knelt in the corner, and the crisp sound of slaps echoed out.

Lin Fan returned to the Hall Master's side.

Wang Changhai asked curiously, "Did he really laugh just now?"

"Mhm, he laughed."

"Alright, then we'll just assume he laughed."

At this moment, the main door was pushed open, and a figure slowly walked in.

Sun Yaowei, who was kneeling, saw the newcomer and looked as if he had seen a savior, saying with a choked voice:

"Dad."