Hearing these words, Brother Dao and the others were all stunned.
Not just them, but the bleeding man and all the onlookers wondered if they had misheard...
Brother Dao was giving him face? And he wasn't going to make a move?
Was this guy out of his mind? How was this any different from suicide? Had he never been beaten up by thugs?
Su Wan'er was bewildered as well. What on earth was this guy trying to do? Didn't he know the other party was a gangster?
"What are you saying, Fang Yan? Don't provoke them..." Su Wan'er said nervously.
Brother Dao's brow furrowed tightly: "You little punk, you really are arrogant. I originally planned to keep a few girls and let you guys off today, but it seems my mercy was wasted."
Fang Yan shook his head with a smile: "If that's how you see it, then this disaster was meant to find you."
"Nonsense, deal with him!"
With that, the two thugs behind Brother Dao rushed forward.
A thug's fight was nothing like professional combat; there was no technique to it, just one defining trait: viciousness!
As the two closed in, they grabbed wine bottles off the table and smashed them straight toward Fang Yan.
"Fang Yan..." Su Wan'er cried out loudly.
Fang Miaoxue gasped, and without even thinking, she threw herself directly in front of her brother.
Seeing this, Fang Yan felt a warmth in his heart and a slight sting in his nose. The only person who would go this far for him was his younger sister.
In the very next flash, he pulled his sister's waist into his embrace and surged forward in a blur.
How could an ordinary person ever get close to a Cultivator?
Crack!
Crack!
With two crisp snaps, Fang Yan shattered both wine bottles with his fists.
The two thugs couldn't help freezing in their tracks. Faced with incoming wine bottles, they had seen people dodge, and they had seen people use objects to block, but to smash them directly with bare fists...
Yet while the pair were frozen in that split second, Fang Yan unleashed a rapid double strike, sending their bodies flying backward like kicked footballs.
They crashed heavily onto the ground.
The onlookers gasped. This guy... could really fight.
Su Wan'er was stunned as well: "Is this really Fang Yan? How... how has he gotten so good at fighting?"
Seeing this, Brother Dao felt a slight surprise in his heart, but having spent so many years by Lord Zhong's side, what kind of scene hadn't he witnessed?
At that moment, he pulled a dagger from his waist, flicking his wrist so the blade flashed with a silver, chilling gleam.
"Kid, I didn't expect you to actually have some tricks up your sleeve. Let me test you!"
Fang Yan's expression remained tranquil as water: "I had no grudge against you to begin with. I'll say it again: give me some face, and I'll spare your life."
"You... arrogant bastard, go to hell!"
As the words fell, the knife in Brother Dao's hand stabbed straight toward Fang Yan.
Fearing that his sister might be accidentally hurt, Fang Yan waited no longer. The moment the other man lunged with the blade, he charged forward.
Brother Dao had no idea what had just happened; he only felt a massive, irresistible force materialize, making it impossible for his knife to advance even an inch further.
By the time he recovered his wits, the dagger was already in Fang Yan's hand, and his own neck...
was already pressed against the freezing tip of the blade.
Brother Dao's eyes widened in terror. Seasoned veteran of the underworld though he was, how could he not be afraid when faced with genuine death?
The onlookers nearby were completely dumbstruck.
Brother Dao had actually lost...
And this kid looked like a desperate gambler; who knew, he might really plunge the blade right in.
"Buddy, stay calm. Don't make any sudden moves." Brother Dao's demeanor changed in an instant as he raised both hands in a gesture of surrender and panted heavily.
Fang Yan's expression remained as calm as before: "I gave you a chance, but you didn't give me face, did you?"
Hearing this, Brother Dao grew even more terrified. Was the guy really going to strike?
"No, no, no, buddy, you can't touch me. I'm Lord Zhong's man! If you touch me, you'll never be able to run away!"
Fang Yan thought for a moment. Lord Zhong... in his past life, he had heard this moniker before; he was a top-tier heavyweight in Tianzhou.
To touch the subordinate of such a figure meant trouble had already found him.
Since that was the case... he might as well face it head-on to save himself the hassle.
"Lord Zhong?"
"That's right, buddy. Surely you wouldn't refuse to give Lord Zhong face, would you?"
Fang Yan let out a contemptuous laugh, withdrew the blade, sat back down on the sofa, and crossed his legs.
"Tell him to come and see me!"
Boom!
Every single person was jolted with shock.
The "him" in Fang Yan's words... was Lord Zhong?
A command telling him to come and see him, coupled with the posture of someone looking down from above—how could someone so young possess such overwhelming dominance?
Yet very quickly, reality crashed back into their thoughts.
This young man was courting death.
If Lord Zhong really came, would he still be able to sit there looking so unperturbed?
He was just blowing hot air!
Brother Dao gritted his teeth and nodded: "Fine, buddy, you've really got guts. I'm calling Lord Zhong right now."
Su Wan'er immediately spoke up: "Fang Yan, what are you doing? You already won the fight, why don't we just leave?"
"Wan'er, stop talking, let's hurry up and leave. I'm so scared..." said Li Qian.
Liu Tingting nodded as well: "Yeah, Wan'er, he's courting death, that's none of our business. Let's go."
Hearing this, Fang Miaoxue frowned: "What are you guys saying? It was my brother who saved you! How can you say things like that?"
"Did we say something wrong? Fine, your brother can fight, he's amazing, okay? But now that he's won and won't leave, does he think he'll survive meeting Lord Zhong?"
"Exactly, exactly! If you want to commit suicide, don't drag us down with you!"
Though angry, Fang Miaoxue was also worried for her brother. She pulled at his sleeve: "Brother, let's... let's hurry and leave."
Fang Yan looked at his sister: "Don't worry, some things can't be avoided. Better to face them head-on."
"Look at him, Wan'er, he's out of his mind. Let's go!"
Su Wan'er knitted her brows: "You... you're going to drive me to death with anger."
Dropping those words, Su Wan'er turned and walked away.
Unlike Li Qian and Liu Tingting, she wasn't running away to flee; rather, she hoped to find Sun Chen immediately.
As long as Sun Chen's father made a phone call to plead with Lord Zhong, perhaps Fang Yan would be alright.
Meanwhile, everyone inside the bar was waiting.
After all, a legendary figure like Lord Zhong wasn't someone just anyone had the chance to meet, especially in the minds of these teenage boys and girls; he was practically a divine existence.
Yet what excited them even more was the prospect of watching Lord Zhong put this kid in his place today.
No matter how well you could fight, could you possibly be a match for Lord Zhong?
"Brother, I... I'm scared. Let's just leave." Tears were practically welling up in Fang Miaoxue's eyes.
Fang Yan smiled: "Don't be afraid, your brother is here."
Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. It was a call from Chen Nuo'en.
"Mr. Fang, shall I come to Qingshui Garden to pick you up now?"
Fang Yan glanced around: "Come to Tianyi Music Bistro. I'm here."
"Understood." Chen Nuo'en acknowledged the instruction and hung up.
At that moment, by the entrance of the bistro.
Sun Chen lowered his phone: "Don't worry, my old man said he'll contact Lord Zhong right away to put in a good word for them. Everything will be fine."
"Awesome! As expected of Young Master Sun, I am completely won over today!"
"Young Master Sun, I owe you one this time. Next round's on me!" said Du Xuebin.
Sun Chen laughed: "We're our own people, no need to be so polite."
As the group was talking, Su Wan'er and the others walked out.
"They're out! Young Master Sun, your old man's pull is just massive!" said Wang Jianyu.
After a brief exchange, Liu Tingting and the others finally understood that it had nothing to do with Fang Yan at all; it turned out Sun Chen's side had pulled strings, which was why the other party had let them go.
"I actually thought it was because of Fang Yan. I told you Young Master Sun wouldn't just ignore us," said Li Qian.
Liu Tingting chimed in: "He can fight, sure, but he has no other skills."
Sun Chen furrowed his brow slightly: "This guy really is asking for death, daring to make a move against Brother Dao. This time... I'm afraid nobody can protect him."
Su Wan'er wore a troubled expression: "Sun Chen, look..."
"Wan'er, you don't need to say it. Getting you guys out was already my dad's absolute limit. As for him... there's nothing I can do. Besides, he actually threw punches inside there; nobody can save a guy like that."
When Sun Chen finished speaking, Su Wan'er wore an anxious look. Clearly, deep down, she was still quite worried about Fang Yan.
Yet what could she do about it?
The person on the other side was Lord Zhong—not someone she could possibly stand up against.
And because of his impulsiveness, he had even resorted to violence. It was probably going to be difficult even if Sun Chen genuinely wanted to help.
At this thought, she couldn't help glancing back toward the restaurant's main entrance, thinking to herself: *Fang Yan, oh Fang Yan, how could you be so reckless?*
*I don't know why you suddenly got so good at fighting, but can brute force solve everything?*
*In the face of money and status, that tiny bit of martial might appears so powerless and fragile...*
Right at that moment, a black Rolls-Royce drove slowly up to the front of the restaurant.
Instead of entering the parking lot, the vehicle stopped directly across the main entrance, blocking the way!
The car door opened, and a man in his forties stepped out.
The man was slightly plump, dressed in a grey casual suit, without any luxury watches, necklaces, or other accessories, yet his gaze carried an almost innate dominance.
"Lord... Lord Zhong is here..."
As Sun Chen spoke, it was obvious even he had grown somewhat nervous.