Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Pig-Head’s Senior Brothers_1

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Xiao Jun felt a powerful force sweeping towards him, and with his arms crossed, he exerted all his strength to block in front of Xu Fan’s foot.

“Crack. Crack.” Xiao Jun’s arms, beneath Xu Fan’s foot, didn’t even last 0.1 second before he heard the crisp sound of bones fracturing.

Xu Fan’s foot gently stepped on Xiao Jun’s chest.

And Xiao Jun felt as if there were a ten-thousand-pound boulder pressing down on his chest, making it impossible for him to even breathe.

“Kid, I told you, squashing you is like squashing an ant,” Xu Fan said, looking down on Xiao Jun lying on the ground.

“…huff… huff…” Xiao Jun’s face turned red and then purple, his arms hung powerlessly by his sides, and a trickle of fresh blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he struggled even to breathe, let alone utter a complete sentence.

“Sure enough, a tough guy.” With a light flick of his toe, Xu Fan broke another eight of his ribs.

“Today, I brought my daughter and didn’t want things to get too bloody, so I’ll spare you for now, but if I see you again, then you can go to the Netherworld and reunite with that Tibetan Mastiff,” Xu Fan’s words, with a dangerous tone, rang in Xiao Jun’s ears.

Seeing a pleading look in Xiao Jun’s eyes, Xu Fan lightly withdrew his foot.

“Qiang, I can’t beat him.” Xiao Jun took several deep breaths and said to Brother Qiang behind him.

“Useless trash, you can’t even hold him off for a few minutes. Our backup hasn’t arrived yet!” Brother Qiang narrowed his eyes to slits and threw the phone in his hand to the side.

Taking advantage of the fight between Xiao Jun and Xu Fan, he had already dialed an emergency rescue number on the phone.

He had summoned fighters from the underground boxing scene in Zhonghai City, true martial artists.

They never fight, they only kill. With every move deadly, they aim to take a life.

“If you have the guts, don’t run. Once my martial brother arrives, you’re as good as dead,” Brother Qiang, shaking his pig-headed skull, said hatefully to Xu Fan.

Xu Fan hadn’t even spoken when Tongtong in his arms started to get nervous.

“Daddy, let’s run quickly, Uncle Zhu Bajie is calling Sun Wukong to come beat us up,” Tongtong said, clutching Xu Fan’s hand anxiously.

“Don’t be afraid, Tongtong. This pig-head isn’t Zhu Bajie and can’t call for Sun Wukong. Those he calls will be bad people, and when they come, I will turn them all into pig-heads one by one,” Xu Fan said, pinching his daughter’s chubby little hand.

He had been ready to leave, but Tongtong’s words had firmed his resolve to stay.

Face bad people without running away. I, Xu Fan, will fight until you submit.

Come at me one by one, and I’ll fight one by one, come at me in pairs, and I’ll take you on two at a time.

“Tongtong, remember, when facing bad people, it’s like with dogs, only by beating them into submission can they willingly recognize you as their master, otherwise, they’ll turn into vicious wolves and bite you,” Xu Fan explained gently to Tongtong in his arms.

“Tongtong understands, we need to punch bad people like Uncle Pig-Head,” Tongtong said, swinging her little fists and pretending to speak fiercely.

Several security team members from the Star of Zhonghai heard the commotion and approached the scene of the fight.

“Brother Li, there’s a fight here, let’s hurry up,” a young security guard saw the situation and rolled up his sleeves, ready to step in.

Another older security guard extended his hand and held him back.

“Xiao Lin, what are you meddling in? This is the Star of Zhonghai, where every resident is a big shot in Zhonghai. We are less than dogs in front of them. We can’t afford to offend either side. No matter whom we help, we will offend the other. If they find us displeasing and decide to retaliate, can you bear it? You’re young and hot-blooded and don’t understand. This is a battle of deities that brings calamity to mortals. Just listen to me and don’t get any closer, or you won’t even know how you died later,” the older security guard said.

“But what if someone dies in the fight?”

“Don’t worry, just take out your phone and call the police. That way, we can wash our hands of this,” the older security guard, referred to as Brother Li, chuckled and instructed, “Quickly use your cell phone to call the police, while I see who’s so daring to fight in the residential area.”

After speaking, the older security guard stepped forward a few paces and looked toward the people on the grass.

“The person holding a little girl seems unfamiliar, haven’t seen him much. The man in black lying on the ground seems familiar, like somebody’s bodyguard. And that pig-headed guy grunting with his phone, doesn’t he look a bit like Brother Qiang from the Jin Hui Group?”

“Damn, it really is Brother Qiang, how did he end up with a pig-head?”

The older security guard exclaimed, startling the younger one nearby.

“Brother Li, what’s the deal with this Brother Qiang from the Jin Hui Group? He seems pretty tough.”

“You know what Jin Hui Group is?”

“Pfft, with all this big talk, yet he still got beaten into a pig-head. That guy on the ground, his hands are twisted like pretzels, must be comminuted fractures.”

“You little brat don’t know crap, Brother Qiang has powerful backing, and this young man who beat Brother Qiang is definitely in for trouble.”

“So do we still call the police, Brother Li?”

“Hurry up and call. Brother Qiang is well acquainted with the police, they’ll side with him when they come,” Brother Li said.

Hearing this, the young security guard picked up his cell phone and started dialing.

Meanwhile, the older security guard watched Brother Qiang, who had turned into a pig-head, with furrowing brows.

He had once mingled in society, albeit as a low-level thug, but he had heard rumors about some big bosses.

And Brother Qiang’s master was a top martial arts master in Yan Country. Even a disciple taught by him was a true martial artist.

Brother Qiang got beaten into a pig-head because he was just a nominal disciple, who didn’t learn martial arts from his mentor. By contributing tens of millions of dollars annually to his master, Brother Qiang exchanged for the title of nominal disciple.

But Brother Qiang’s martial brothers and sisters, each one of them, were genuine martial artists.

The older security guard, looking anxiously at Xu Fan, silently said to himself, “Young man, too sharp a blade will draw blood. Even an international top boxing champion can’t beat a true martial artist, let alone you, just an ordinary person.”