CHAPTER 728: CHAPTER 728

The American tried a second time, still unable to shake off Lin Fan. This surprised him; this Huaxia kid was unexpectedly strong.

The Neon person saw Lin Fan daring to obstruct the American and immediately became furious, pointing at Lin Fan and cursing, "Kid, who asked you to meddle? You must be tired of living, baka!"

Lin Fan coldly glared at the Neon person and said, "Shut up, little devil!"

The Neon person was evidently someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong, shivering in fright and instinctively hiding behind the American. Feeling they had a backer, arrogance returned.

"Huaxia kid, what are you being fierce about? If you dare to go against Mr. Paul, you must have a death wish. Just someone like you, how could you be Mr. Paul’s opponent?" the Neon person jumped up and said.

It’s not surprising that this Neon person was swaggering; this American was indeed robust, a head taller than Lin Fan, making Lin Fan appear somewhat frail in front of him.

The surrounding crowd shared this worry. Although Lin Fan was courageous to stand up, wasn’t he like an egg striking a rock with such a strong American?

"Let go!"

The American said to Lin Fan with a stern face, using a commanding tone.

Lin Fan chuckled, "What did you say? Sorry, I didn’t catch that."

"I said, let go!" The American felt his dignity was insulted. This Huaxia kid daring to challenge him was the biggest insult, even more so since he couldn’t shake him off twice, which was too damaging to his pride.

Speaking, he raised his fist and swung it towards Lin Fan’s face.

Unable to shake Lin Fan’s hand off, couldn’t he at least resort to hitting?

He made his move!

The bystanders were shocked and angry; this foreigner was too arrogant. This was Huaxia, and he dared to hit someone indiscriminately. It was really hateful!

But... Lin Fan was in for trouble, right? After all, this American was a big guy; Lin Fan wouldn’t stand a chance, would he...

However...

The very next second, the American’s fist suddenly halted. Lin Fan had extended his other hand and firmly caught the American’s fist mid-swing, stopping its momentum entirely.

The American’s expression changed. This punch, thrown in fury without restraint, could have been disastrous if it hit anyone, yet Lin Fan stopped it effortlessly.

Before the American could react, Lin Fan swiftly kicked and struck the American’s leg, causing him to let out a cry as he lost balance and fell flat on his back. Lin Fan’s hands had already released him, leaving the American dazed and seeing stars.

The American lay in pain, looking up at Lin Fan, who was nonchalantly staring down at him, with seemingly a hint of disdain in his calm demeanor.

The American, angry and frustrated, wanted to struggle to get up and fight Lin Fan again.

But Lin Fan lifted a foot and stepped on the American’s chest, pinning him back to the ground with hardly any effort.

The American tried to struggle, but Lin Fan’s foot felt like a massive stone, immovable, even making it hard for him to breathe.

The American’s face turned pale, realizing he had messed with someone he shouldn’t have. This Huaxia kid was too strong, frighteningly so!

"Everyone saw it; it was this American who attacked first. I was just defending myself," Lin Fan smiled and said.

Everyone around was stunned.

Were their eyes deceiving them? Lin Fan subdued this American? And with just one encounter, he floored this towering foreigner and pinned him underfoot?

"Bravo!"

"Amazing!"

"Wow, he’s so strong, it’s satisfying!"

"Yes, it was self-defense. We all saw it; it was the foreigner who was to blame!"

The crowd, realizing what happened, burst into applause, cheering. Initially, they worried Lin Fan couldn’t handle the foreigner, but to their surprise, Lin Fan was so impressive, it was pleasantly surprising.

Only the Neon person was stunned, cold sweat streaming down.

He never dreamt this Huaxia would be so formidable. He even stepped on the American like that! How could this be possible?

"Hey little devil, come here." Lin Fan beckoned to the Neon person.

The Neon person, drenched in cold sweat, was terrified Lin Fan was going to hit him.

"Hero, don’t hit me, I apologize, I was wrong, I’m disgraceful!" The Neon person bowed and apologized, almost kneeling.

Lin Fan asked, "You know you were wrong? Do you know where you Neon people went wrong?"

The Neon person said, "I... I shouldn’t have cursed you earlier. If I knew you were this powerful, I would have..."

He apologized because Lin Fan was too strong; he was apologizing to a stronger person.

Lin Fan shook his head, saying, "It seems you don’t know where you’re wrong. You truly deserve a beating!"

The Neon person shivered in fright, knees buckling as he kneeled down: "Hero, please don’t hit me. I’ll hit myself instead, just don’t hit me."

He’d rather slap himself than let Lin Fan do it. What if Lin Fan accidentally killed him with a hit?

Speaking, he indeed gave himself a slap.

Lin Fan said, "You like hitting yourself, do you? If that’s your hobby, I can’t help it. Alright, let me count where you’re wrong! This is Huaxia territory, and you dare to bully Huaxia people here on our land? That’s your first mistake."

"Yes!" The Neon person nodded, obediently acknowledging the mistake, giving himself another slap.

"She’s your assistant. As her boss, you should protect her, but you didn’t. Instead, you asked her to comply with this American, selling out your employee. How do you even deserve to be a boss? Deserve a beating!" said Lin Fan.

"Yes!"

Slap!

The Neon person slapped himself again.

Lin Fan said, "This American harassed a woman. You should’ve stopped it but instead abetted the wrongdoing. What do you take women for, showing no respect to them? Huge mistake, deserve a beating!"

Slap!

The Neon person gave himself another slap. He accepted all the wrongs Lin Fan listed because they were obvious mistakes, leaving him no excuse.

After a few slaps, his face was red, covered in handprints.

Lin Fan continued, "You’re a Neon person, yet you kneel to the Americans, acting like their loyal son, and forget your roots, deserve a beating!"

"But..."

The Neon person felt a bit aggrieved, "It’s not just me as a Neon person doing this. Is it my fault too?"

Lin Fan said, "Being a Neon person, it is your fault!"

The Neon person let out an "oh" and reluctantly gave himself another slap.

Lin Fan said, "Your Neon Country, disregarding global safety, dared to decide to discharge nuclear waste into the ocean, provoking public outrage. Such a huge mistake, condemned by all, beyond pardon. This isn’t just a matter of deserving a beating—ritual suicide is necessary to apologize to the whole world!"

The Neon person turned pale, smiling bitterly: "This... isn’t my fault; it was the government’s decision. I didn’t know..."