Murder
A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.
The sound was so clear that the onlookers stared wide-eyed, wanting to see exactly how the kid would be knocked down.
Dragon Seven failed? How could that be? Dragon Seven has crippled so many people. Those who come occasionally have seen him do it several times already, not to mention those who come regularly. They're probably numb to it by now.
Legend has it that this underground boxer has a level 13 Physical Standard. This doesn't just mean that his punching power is level 13, but also that he can withstand blows of level 13 power. That's truly abnormal.
Those underground boxers who make a name for themselves are all seasoned veterans; their ability to withstand blows is unimaginable to ordinary people.
Will this kid scream in pain next?
Or should we just kneel on the ground?
The thought alone was exciting, and everyone stared at the clash of their fists.
The smile on Dragon Bro's lips was already spreading; that kid was finished.
But the smile quickly froze on his face. Snap! He saw Dragon Seven's right hand suddenly twist into a bizarre shape and then fall limply to his side. Dragon Seven, with an expression of disbelief, clutched his right hand in pain.
Mu Fan's lips curled slightly as he changed his fist into a palm, and with a quick pull and release, he patted Dragon Seven's chest.
Before the crowd could react, they saw Dragon Seven being slapped away by the young man, his body smashing through the glass coffee table before crashing heavily to the ground, his fate unknown.
What?! Everyone was incredulous, and even Dragon Bro looked at Mu Fan, who was slowly withdrawing his hand, with shock and anger.
Mu Fan raised his eyes from beneath his black, tousled hair and grinned softly, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not dead."
Dragon Seven, who had fought his way to the death in the Underground Boxing Market, was actually knocked down by this young man with a single blow. Then, the young man casually said, "Don't worry, I'm not dead." The onlookers began to quietly retreat and disperse. It seemed that Dragon Bro had really messed with someone he shouldn't have today.
"Uh, young man, you're quite impressive." Bennett also a little intimidated. This kid was actually pretending to be weak while actually being strong. After thinking for a long time, he could only say this dry sentence.
Mu Fan completely ignored the dead transvestite and casually looked at Dragon Bro in front of him without saying a word.
Dragon Bro's palms were sweating. His most capable subordinate, Dragon Seven, had just collapsed like that. This was a level 13 physique! His own level 12 Physical Standard was simply no match for the opponent.
How did such a ruthless person end up here? I'm really unlucky today,"Dragon Bro Long thought to himself, secretly lamenting. His expression immediately changed, transforming into a broad smile.
"Young man, it's all a misunderstanding. I am Ye Long, an executive of the Mountain Haze Society. I really didn't realize you were such a young talent. Here is a membership card. It gives you a 40% discount at all the bars under the Mountain Haze Society in D District. How about we settle this matter here?" Dragon Bro Long bowed and handed over a silver card with gold foil stamping. This was a general membership card for Mountain Haze Society properties.
Mu Fan's gaze remained unchanged. He wanted to punch this man again, but since they were both smiling at him, he couldn't very well strike. The fat man next to him stood up and quietly tugged at Mu Fan's clothes.
After all, they are outsiders and don't need to make enemies with local forces.
Mu Fan quickly understood the fat man's expression and left.
Mu Fan nodded and said, "Okay," took the membership card, put it in his palm, and then, without saying anything more, picked up his luggage and prepared to leave with the fat man.
Seeing that the matter had been resolved so easily, the onlookers grew bored and prepared to disperse.
Neither of them noticed the coldness in Ye Long's expression as he bowed and scraped. Dragon Seven was still lying there; if they let these two go like this, they would truly be finished.
A cold smile played on his lips as Dragon Bro, bowing low, secretly reached into his robes to conceal a Glock Revolver. This was a large-caliber pistol he always carried with him; at this distance, a shot to the back would be fatal to anyone.
"Hmph, go to hell." With a cruel smile, Dragon Bro pulled out the Groh pistol and pointed it at Mu Fan's back.
Just as Mu Fan passed by Ye Long and his group, and was walking out with the fat man, he suddenly stopped. Then, unnoticed by everyone, his legs suddenly bulged with muscles beneath his trousers, and his eyes turned cold.
The fingers loosened naturally, and the suitcase fell to the ground.
But Mu Fan was no longer there, and the fat man beside him hadn't even reacted yet.
All the people saw was Mu Fan, who was walking out, suddenly disappear. Then a black lightning bolt flashed, Mu Fan reappeared, landing in a powerful side kick stance, his right leg and body forming a straight line. Mu Fan looked down at the ground.
The bag landed on the ground with a thud.
Boom! A cloud of blood mist exploded in an instant! The faces of the people behind Ye Long were instantly covered with a layer of blood.
Ah!! This time the bar was in real chaos. The male dancers on stage were stunned, some of them slumped to the ground, and the onlookers scattered and ran away.
Ye Long was as dead as could be; everything above his chest had disappeared.
He wiped the hot liquid from his face and looked down to see it was covered in blood. The surviving henchmen next to him were trembling and trying to run away, but their legs were completely weak. They held onto the back of the sofa to keep themselves from falling, and their eyes were filled with complete despair as they looked at that terrifying figure.
Slowly withdrawing his legs, Mu Fan stood still, his dark, bright eyes, barely concealed by his tousled hair, filled with endless coldness.
"I hate it when people point a gun at me."
The fat man who had just turned around covered his mouth when he saw this scene and almost vomited.
Twice now! Brother Fatty's seen it a second time! This guy died exactly the same way as the robber from Logana. The movements weren't as exaggerated as Crescent Wind Remnant, but the lethality was almost as good.
Why has Mu Fan acted so ruthlessly in such a short time?
Little did he know what Mu Fan had gone through on June 2nd; that life-or-death bullet could easily have triggered Mu Fan's sense of crisis.
Only those dead space pirates knew how terrifying Mu Fan was after activating his Blood-colored Vision.
The fat man patted Mu Fan on the shoulder and swallowed hard.
"Brother, what should we do?"
Mu Fan suddenly felt his wristwatch vibrate, knowing that this was a sign that he had returned to the underworld.
"Let the fat guy leave. You stay put and wait for the patrol officers. I'll take care of things."
A piercing alarm sounded. Turning to look at the fleeing crowd, Mu Fan patted the fat man's shoulder, looked into his eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "You go out first. I'll handle things here. Don't worry, it'll be fine." Then he winked.
For some reason, the little fat boy felt inexplicably at ease whenever he saw Mu Fan's reassuring gaze.
Nodding, the fat man didn't say anything more, but left the bar with the crowd, leaving Mu Fan behind.
I had just left when I saw a squad of armed police officers rush into the Kingfisher Bar.
"Mu Fan, I believe you again. Please don't let anything happen to you." The fat man hiding not far away clenched his fists, filled with endless self-blame. It was all his fault again.
Good bro, please don't lie to me!
Standing quietly in the Kingfisher Bar, Mu Fan watched the police officers rush in, calmly raised his hands, and wore a composed smile on his face.
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