77: Chapter 077 Do you still want to break my leg?

77: Chapter 077 Do you still want to break my leg?

“My God, who is this kid, daring to cause trouble in the Starlight Hotel?

He’s got some serious guts.”

“Hehe, this kid is dead meat!”

Zhang Fan walked over to the security guard who had started the insults against Zhang Xiaoyuan, raised his foot, and kicked the man directly in the mouth.

“Speak nicely, got it?” Zhang Fan looked down at the guard, his voice ice-cold to the extreme.

“Hiss!”

“This kid’s really ruthless.”

“Tat tat tat!”

More than twenty security guards burst out of the hotel, and when they saw the eight people lying on the ground, they were also stunned.

“That kid, break his legs.” Yan Liangxi pointed at Zhang Fan and said coldly.

“Yes!”

More than twenty security guards approached Zhang Fan with grim faces, wielding batons.

Ye Yanran’s eyes turned ice cold as she looked at Yan Liangxi not far away and said coldly, “Is this how you do things at Starlight?”

Yan Liangxi turned around, his gaze flashing with surprise and admiration, and he said softly with a smile, “Beauty, don’t meddle.

How we at Starlight do things is not your concern.”

Ye Yanran sneered, looking at the more than twenty security guards with a look of pity in her eyes.

Zhang Fan, you really think he’s easy to bully?

Heh!

“Brother, be careful, there are so many of them.” Zhang Xiaoyuan called out somewhat frantically.

She scurried over and stood behind Zhang Fan, her eyes filled with anger.

Zhang Fan extended his hand, gently rubbed Zhang Xiaoyuan’s face, and said softly, “Stand back.”

Thinking of how Zhang Fan had handled more than ten thugs that morning with domineering authority, Zhang Xiaoyuan nodded, ran out about ten meters, but worry still hung on her face.

“Right, call Uncle Xing over.” Zhang Xiaoyuan took out her phone and dialed Zhang Dongyang immediately.

“Xiaoyuan, what’s wrong?” Zhang Dongyang was standing in a sandpit in the courtyard, his body dripping with sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of water, with a sandbag swinging back and forth in front of him.

He had never imagined that his arm would truly heal.

It had only been one night.

That morning, he had ordered a batch of wood, planning to carve some fine items, but when he was unloading the goods, he found that his left hand was completely healed, just like before the injury.

So, he immediately began testing it.

Hitting the sandbag for half an hour, he was almost completely back to the state he was in when he was in the army, thoroughly exhilarated.

“Uncle Xing, Brother Fan is being bullied at the Starlight Hotel,” Zhang Xiaoyuan shouted anxiously.

Zhang Dongyang’s muscles twitched, and he exclaimed in shock, “What?

Wait, I’ll be right there.”

After hanging up, Zhang Dongyang threw on some clothes, rushed to the door, jumped on his motorcycle, and headed straight for the Starlight Hotel.

“Haha, kid, you’re definitely dead this time.” Luo Ywei started laughing exaggeratedly.

Although Zhang Fan taking down those eight men had scared him earlier, now there were more than twenty security guards from Starlight Hotel, and they were armed with batons.

He didn’t believe Zhang Fan could take them all down.

Zhang Fan turned around, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

Luo Ywei felt as if he was being targeted by a hungry wolf and hastily retreated several steps back.

“I’ll deal with you later,” Zhang Fan said, then turned his attention to the more than twenty approaching men, his gaze turning cold, “You want to break my legs?

Heh.”

With that, Zhang Fan propelled himself forward, like a flying arrow shooting out.

“Lie down.”

In a fit of rage, Zhang Fan grabbed a man’s arm, twisted it with force, then kicked out twice with his right foot.

Suddenly, the man’s legs and arms distorted and he fell heavily to the ground, screaming in agony.

“Damn, what the hell, is this a martial arts movie?” blurted out a teenager from upstairs, his eyes burning with intense interest.

“Crap, where did this kid come from?” others also stared agape, exclaiming in amazement.

“Turn on the electric batons,” one of the security guards shouted, his scalp tingling with alarm.

Instantly, the sound of more than twenty electric batons crackling filled the air.

Electric arcs flickered, dazzling even in the daylight.

Zhang Fan sneered and charged forward, grabbing a wrist and giving it a pull and a twist, eliciting an instant scream from the man.

The electric baton smashed heavily to the ground, making a sizzling noise.

Using both hands and feet, Zhang Fan transformed into the Demon King, like a wolf bursting into a flock of sheep.

Instantly, the wails and howls rose and fell in a chorus of agony.

In just two short minutes, more than twenty people were lying on the ground, sprawled out like lumps of mud.

The electric batons rolled away, some landing on bodies and reigniting the howling.

“Holy shit, my idol!” the teenager upstairs exclaimed, jumping up and down.

Pedestrians passing by and diners upstairs stood frozen, dumbstruck.

This kid, is he really that fierce?

Over twenty people, just like that, knocked over?

Zhang Fan looked up, his gaze icy as he locked eyes with Yan Liangxi, “Was it you who said you wanted to break my legs just now?”

The phone in Yan Liangxi’s hand had fallen to the floor, his eyes filled with sheer terror.

Damn it, how is this possible?

An ordinary student had taken down all of his carefully selected security guards?

As Zhang Fan slowly advanced, Yan Liangxi hurriedly picked up his phone, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his hand shaking as he dialed a number.

“Captain Xu, come quickly, there’s trouble at Xing Light.”

After making the call, Yan Liangxi looked up to find Zhang Fan already standing beside him, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.

“I’ll have you know, this is a society governed by law, and you shouldn’t be hitting people,” Yan Liangxi said, retreating in fear.

“Hahaha!”

Bursts of laughter erupted.

Hitting people is wrong?

Damn it, who was it that was just ranting about breaking someone’s legs?

A crowd of onlookers laughed themselves into stitches, finding Yan Liangxi’s behavior ludicrously hilarious.

Zhang Fan’s mouth curled into a brilliant smile.

“Alright, then let’s talk reason,” Zhang Fan said, placing his hand on Yan Liangxi’s shoulder.

Yan Liangxi’s body shuddered instantly, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

“Don’t mess around, huh.

I’m the lobby manager at Xing Light Hotel.

If you hit me, you’ll definitely go to jail,” Yan Liangxi blurted out quickly.

Zhang Fan chuckled, “Relax, I won’t lay a hand on you, I’m just reasoning.

Look, I was about to walk in and your security stopped me, calling me a pauper and saying I couldn’t enter.

I let that go, but then your guys went on to insult my sister.

That’s where things went wrong.

We’re all grown men here, why harass a young lady?

Tell me, isn’t that deserving of a beating?”

Upon hearing the cause of the incident, Yan Liangxi wished he could fire the group of fools on the ground.

Damn your ancestors, what’s it to you if people come here to eat?

“Right?

And then you came out, saying you wanted to break my legs.

I may be young, but I’ve got a temper too.

Now I just want to ask one thing, do you still want to break my legs?”

Zhang Fan’s smile was extraordinarily radiant, but to Yan Liangxi, it sounded like thunder.