It's Your Turn (Alliance Leader He Tadashi)

(Slowly paying off my debts, here's an extra chapter for the first chapter dedicated to Alliance Leader "tadashi"! This long chapter was previously repeated but has now been corrected; a combined 4700-word chapter is presented here!)

The fat man was beaten silently for nearly 10 minutes, and the blood on his face had left long trails on the floor.

The fat man, who had never suffered any harm since childhood, displayed astonishing endurance at this moment.

He was just wondering if William could get in touch with Mu Fan.

If they don't come in half an hour, I'm afraid I really won't be able to hold on...

Perhaps twenty minutes?

The fat man's consciousness was already becoming somewhat blurred.

The man named Feng Xin, perhaps growing impatient, muttered, "Get out of the way."

His brutal gaze was fixed on the fat man on the ground, whose breathing was already becoming erratic. He squatted down, raised his hand high, and then slapped him down hard.

Snap!

The fat man was slapped so hard he flipped over.

Harry's face is now completely unrecognizable, swollen like a steamed bun.

The fat man lying on the floor struggled to open his eyes a crack, looking down at the man looking down at him, and spoke in a weak, thready voice.

The group saw this and quickly gathered around.

"Your... mom... exploded."

"Grass!"

Feng Xin raised his right hand again, ready to strike hard in the next second.

Thump!

Suddenly, a loud bang came from outside the coffee shop.

As the five people looked outside, a huge green plant, weighing over a hundred kilograms and covered in soil, burst through the glass with a whooshing sound and slammed into the Feng Xin.

Um?

Feng Xin quickly withdrew his hand, which was about to slap the fat man's face, and instead leaped into the air and kicked back.

The huge flowerpot, along with the soil, burst open instantly, and the green plant, weighing over a hundred kilograms, was kicked onto a wooden platform beside it with a heavy, dull thud.

Who!!

Along with the man in sunglasses at the bar, all five of them looked outside at the same time.

Mu Fan retracted his right leg, his eyes indifferent as he looked at the people inside the room, and calmly ordered, "Seal off all communications from here."

"This is what I love to do the most," the dark-skinned man chuckled.

After saying that, Mu Fan took a step forward and kicked his left leg straight forward with violent force.

Boom!

With a loud crash, the tightly closed wooden door was kicked away as if by an ancient mammoth, and a figure dressed in a blue-gray training uniform stepped inside, against the light from outside.

Those cold, indifferent eyes stared at the ground, and words, as sharp as a biting wind, were squeezed out one by one from between their teeth.

"I... let's see who... dares... to touch him."

His shoulders rose and fell slowly, the boy's head was slightly lowered, and his wisps of hair obscured his raised eyes.

His left hand hung at his side, while his right hand was raised, and he slowly extended an index finger towards the fat man... the crew-cut man next to him.

The person on the other end was taken aback.

"Hahaha, is this a helper whose fur hasn't even fully grown in yet?"

"You dare mess with us!"

Do you know who we are?

The five people looked at each other as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world, and their eyebrows twitched slightly.

Mu Fan caught this extremely subtle movement and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"You're this chubby kid's friend, right? That's pretty good. With this green hat on him, how can our boss still hold his head high? One price: 500,000 Star Coin, break both his legs, and you take him back to get them fixed. Of course, that's just the previous condition, but we'll discuss yours separately..." Feng Xin stared fiercely at Mu Fan, a strange, dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

"Laugh."

A soft laugh, devoid of any extra emotion, escaped from Mu Fan's nose.

Then, as he uttered words that were not spoken in a loud but powerful tone, Mu Fan stepped forward.

"First, I will not discuss conditions."

"Secondly, I'm taking the person with me."

"Third, you stay behind."

The man in sunglasses next to Mu Fan had long been annoyed with him. He unleashed his level 15 strength, instantly generating over 2350kg of power in his hand, and the baseball bat almost pressed the air together.

"Ah!" The two female shop assistants who looked up couldn't help but scream.

The four people, including Feng Xin, all smiled at the same time.

That blow wrecked his arm, and he'll be soaking in the Bio-Cabin soon. But whether his bones can recover to their former state is no longer their concern.

hehe...

Mu Fan didn't even glance back.

He raised his left hand and then suddenly appeared on the trajectory of the baseball bat as it struck.

The smiles on their faces froze.

With a muffled thud, the baseball bat landed hard on the web of Mu Fan's left hand.

But there were no agonizing screams, no sounds of bones breaking, nothing at all.

All that remained was the motionless arm and the head that was slowly turning.

Mu Fan glanced at the sunglasses-wearing man whose eyes were unreadable with his indifferent gaze, then suddenly clenched his left hand.

The sunglasses-wearing man, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly tried to pull out the baseball bat, only to find that the boy's left hand was like the arm of a mecha, and no matter how Li Du a fraction.

Beneath the long sleeves of his training clothes, his muscles were already bulging. Mu Fan suddenly pulled back.

Caught off guard, the sunglasses-wearing man, who was gripping the baseball bat with all his might, was pulled directly to Mu Fan's side.

The 75-centimeter distance flashed by in an instant, Mu Fan's five fingers gripped the other's right wrist like mechanical claws.

With Sen Ran smile, he suddenly raised his left arm, drew an exaggerated arc, and slammed it down heavily to the right.

Under this inescapable force, the man in sunglasses was swung into the air by Mu Fan and then crashed down.

With a loud bang, the man in sunglasses passed out without even letting out a scream. At least five bones could be heard cracking from that blow.

"Grass!"

Feng Xin made no move, and the remaining three youths pulled out batons from their waists and rushed over from three different angles.

The members of their Dingchuan Academy Fighting Club were actually beaten up.

A senior third-year student from the Combat Department of the Dingchuan Academy was actually beaten by a boy who hadn't even grown his hair yet.

That slam just now seemed to signal the start of a war among these people.

But for Mu Fan...

He continued to move forward step by step.

He gently twisted his neck to look at the first person rushing towards him. With his left hand, he grabbed the baton in mid-air faster than the other person, and then gently lashed it across the back before the other person could react, with an extremely violent aura.

With a ripping sound, the three layers of clothing opposite him were torn open at a huge angle, revealing a horrifying bloody gash and torn flesh on his back.

The man was thrown out and crashed miserably into the glass wall.

The second person, Mu Fan, only managed to unleash a powerful kick.

The baton struck his calf and bent under the violent force of the kick. Mu Fan's right leg swept across the man's abdomen, sending him flying backward at an even faster speed than when he came, crashing into the inner wall and falling to the ground with a thud.

At this moment, the third person rushed in front of him. Mu Fan glanced at him with emotionless eyes, then swiftly reached out with his left hand and pressed it against the other person's face.

Drink!

Before the baton even reached his shoulder, Mu Fan slammed him to the ground.

His face was pressed firmly to the floor by Mu Fan's superhuman strength, several teeth fell out with blood streaks, and he fainted after his eyes rolled back.

Having accomplished all this in three seconds, Mu Fan calmly observed the crew-cut youth.

Now only he, Feng Xin, and the dazed fat man on the ground remain in the arena.

"Now it's your turn." Mu Fan seemed to be simply stating a fact.

"Heh." Feng Xin sneered, a cold light flashed in his arms, and a rapidly spinning dagger appeared in his hand.

***

(Second update)

The dagger in his hand flew through the air almost without making a sound.

This is the source of his Feng Xin.

BAA-level weapon combat technique - Shadow Kill.

With a physique of level 17, he is in the middle range among the Combat Department, but with this dagger, if he really fights to the death, his fate is uncertain.

Mu Fan stopped, coldly watching the afterimage of the dagger that the crew-cut youth was flashing before him.

Unlike the speed-based Air Speed Cut he had seen on the Luoqie Star, this dagger used the thumb to change direction at each turning point, which could easily create the illusion of an attack for the opponent.

Looking at the gleaming blade, Mu Fan had no doubt what the consequences would be if the blade cut into his body.

However, the biggest flaw of this technique lies with the user.

because...

He's too slow!

Feng Xin tried to see any unease on Mu Fan's face, but to his surprise, Mu Fan didn't react at all.

This made him extremely embarrassed and angry, and he kicked the fat man lying on the ground hard.

He refused to believe that this wouldn't enrage the other party!

Sure enough, just as that foot was lifted, Mu Fan's eyes narrowed, and he stomped his feet heavily on the ground, transforming into a blur as he charged forward.

Shadow Assassination - Three Blossom Shadows!

Three places shimmered with silver light.

This instantly blocked Mu Fan's attack route.

However, Mu Fan lowered his body and reappeared, actually crossing the blocked space and appearing only 30 centimeters away from his face.

This terrified Feng Xin instantly, and he immediately tried to stab back.

But Mu Fan's arm suddenly trembled and climbed onto his right hand, then he twisted it with force.

Ultra-short distance - Positive Ion Direct Strike!

Feng Xin felt a strange constricting force rapidly appear in his right arm, which made his muscles almost instantly lose their ability to resist. His wrist went limp, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.

Mu Fan swiftly placed his hand on the back of Feng Xin's neck, then hooked his arm and pulled him sharply towards himself.

Cervical Vertebra Physiotherapy!

This incredibly vulgar name is utterly brutal every time it strikes.

With his index, middle, and ring fingers placed on Feng Xin's cervical spine joints, the instant the Level 21 force was applied, the crew-cut youth lost all ability to resist.

Mu Fan reduced half of his strength in his head before delivering a headbutt.

Bang!

I felt as if I had been hit hard by an armored vehicle.

He was spinning around and crashed into the wooden frame behind him before landing on the ground.

His mind was buzzing, and Mu Fan's figure was blurry in his vision. He finally understood the feeling of being unconscious like Harry had experienced.

Mu Fan braced himself on his knees, bent down, and stared at him quietly before slapping him across the face.

Snap!

A sudden jolt.

Feng Xin regained some clarity in his mind.

The boy in front of him was like a demon, and he hurriedly tried to get up.

But Mu Fan's hand on his shoulder prevented him from moving.

"If I had used even a fraction more force, your cervical spine would have broken long ago," Mu Fan said calmly.

"I'm from the Combat Department, you absolutely wouldn't dare do anything to me!!" Feng Xin said sternly. He knew Mu Fan, Mu Fan Harry's best friend, and he even knew that Mu Fan was exceptionally strong.

But when he became Mu Fan's enemy, he realized that all his previous plans could only exist in his imagination.

"Why target Harry?"

Mu Fan pushed hard with one hand.

"Ah!" Feng Xin's head was embedded directly into the wooden frame, and the broken wood forced him to remain motionless.

After finishing, Mu Fan gently helped the fat man up.

The fat man's eyes were swollen, and his face was covered in bruises and welts.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing, ptooey!" The fat man spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth, and forced a smile at Mu Fan. "I didn't know she had a boyfriend."

"Um?"

"Her name is Jin Ling. We met the day before yesterday. She's a second-year Medical Department student. We arranged to meet for coffee today, but I didn't expect to be attacked before I even sat down."

The fat man gestured to a girl who was crouching down in a corner a dozen meters away, covering her head. He couldn't see her face, but her trembling appearance and pure white short skirt made her look quite innocent.

They spoke softly, not worried about being overheard.

Mu Fan glanced coldly over there, then patted the fat man on the shoulder.

"Things might not be as simple as you think. Sit down and leave it to me. I'll take you to get treatment in a bit. Can you hold on for five minutes?"

"Fifty minutes is fine, huh?" The fat man, whose shirt was almost kicked to shreds, leaned against the wooden table leg and grinned as he sat on the floor.

"Well done."

Mu Fan nodded, and when he turned around again, his eyes were terrifyingly cold!

"Tell me, did you enjoy beating him up just now?"

Feng Xin, who dared not move his head, stared intently at Mu Fan, a hint of hatred flashing across his face.

"No, no, I was wrong, please let me go. I am Feng Xin from the Combat Department, and my boss is 'Thunderstorm,' one of the Five Heavenly Kings. You must know that."

"Which hand did you use to hit him?" Mu Fan asked to himself.

"You can't afford to mess with our Combat Department. Leave, and we'll let this go."

"This hand?"

"What are you trying to do?!"

Feng Xin discovered that the cold-blooded young man in front of him completely ignored him without uttering a single word.

A sarcastic smile suddenly appeared on the boy's indifferent face, and then his right hand gripped the other person's palm like an iron clamp, slowly pressing down.

The cracking sound of bones popping instantly made large beads of cold sweat appear on the face of the crew-cut youth.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Mu Fan now resembled a cold-blooded humanoid machine, still sporting that same unchanging sarcastic smile. His right hand continued to bend forward with an extremely even speed, without any pause.

Creak, creak.

The rhythmic popping sounds continued.

"Ah!" A shrill scream began to ring out.

The smile on Mu Fan's lips vanished, his Sen Ran eyes turned icy, and he suddenly pressed forward with his hand.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, the man's hand was completely... twisted backwards, hanging from his wrist in a strange posture.

"Ah! My hand!!"

His head was embedded in the wooden frame, and tears and snot were streaming down his face at the same time.

Feng Xin was screaming mournfully.

The fat man sitting helplessly next to him tried to see everything through his slits in his eyes, then grinned and chuckled, before bursting into tears.

This is his partner with whom he has a life-or-death bond.

In the most critical moments, Mu Fan always appeared by his side.

I, Harry, am so grateful to have such a friend in my life.

The fat man grinned, tears streaming down his swollen cheeks.

Mu Fan's eyes remained indifferent.

"Can you tell me now? Do you know that girl?"

"I don't know him, I don't know him!!"

Feng Xin shook his head desperately; he absolutely couldn't say it.

"Oh, and this hand..."

Mu Fan gently grasped Feng Xin's other intact wrist.

Feng Xin shuddered. This was a demon!

He couldn't take it anymore; he had to speak up.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound rang out.

Mu Fan, who was squatting on the ground, was holding Feng Xin's left hand a moment ago, but the next moment he leaped up and threw a fierce punch.

That huge potted plant was instantly destroyed!

Soil fell in abundance all around.

The fat man, shielded by the wooden platform, was unharmed, but Feng Xin, with his mouth wide open, was instantly filled with a lot of dirt and began to cough violently.

Mu Fan's aura began to surge, because a muscular young man, about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a combat suit, walked out in front of him.

The man's purple pupils were extremely eye-catching, and the constant aura of danger emanating from him made Mu Fan narrow his eyes.

"...Who are you?"

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